Never Underestimate A Women

Future IS Female

A/N. So this is my first story, but I'm excited about it cause I really enjoyed writing it. I don't expect many people to read, but I hope anyone that does read enjoys it. Please leave comments with y'all's thoughts! Happy reading!
**TW...This chapter mentions abuse, death, and murder. Consentual sexual scene(s) between women are mentioned but not in great detail**

First Person POV
I'm tired.
Just so freaking tired of it. What am I tired of? Short answer, men, and honestly I could just leave it there and you'd most likely understand. Long answer, men getting away with EVERYTHING. Mistreating their wives, being abusive, being sexist and misogynistic, wanting everything but doing nothing to get it. It's childish if you ask me. Now you may be thinking "Well you want something done, what are you doing about it?" Well I'll tell you. I'm doing nothing, while doing so much.

Women can do incredible things when their minds are set. Some might just need a push into the right direction, and me, I'm the push, and I push hard. It's quite easy when your attractive, and even to those who don't love me for my looks, love me for the affection I give them - something they never get from their husbands.

The process is simple. I watch and react to what I see. Men are stupid enough to be ducks to their wives in public. What others don't care to see, I see. I see these women who need an escape before they can flourish. I see, I find, I befriend, I love, I help dispose of the body. When your partner in crime, and your wife, is a mortician that specializes in cremations, you can get many things done.

And with the accumulation of resources I have gained through the women I have loved and helped, anything is possible. After I see, I find, research if you will. I get to know the women through their socials. Afterwards, I causally bump into them at a coffee shop or cafe. If they are the ones to start the conversation, I know they are ready. If they seem like those who would need an extra push, I tell them my story...
Boy meets girl, girl falls for boy, marriage, abuse, manipulation, betrayal, one-sided divorce, mysteriously normal death, girl gets freedom, girl lives best life while boy is buried six feet under.

My story had yet to fail me. Once the story is out, the love builds...and builds...and builds. A love stronger than what they have for their husbands. A love so strong, so fun, so...hot, they will do anything to keep it. These women then wonder how: how to keep the love, how to be free, how they can do this, how to only have one love. To help further along their want at an escape, I invite them to come back to my hotel room and let's just say they leave feeling things they have never felt before, parts of them touched that have never been touched before. They leave as a new person wanting more, and I'll give them what ever they want, once they leave their husbands grasps.

A simple seed is planted in their minds the night they experience real love for the first time. It is then up to them on whether or not it grows into reality. When I get the call, however, I know it's been done. Their work is done. I deal with the body, the blood and mess, the escape.

Being inherited millions helps me help them start their new lives. They have the choice of staying with me, my wife, and our girlfriends or staying with the other women who I've helped and moved away. After that they flourish. These strong independent women become who they were always meant to be without men holding them back.

After all, the future is female.