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Chapter 2

Rose had called to tell me that this mission would take up to 2 years. Seeing as I would have to get to know the suspect very well... Little did she know I already knew everything about this man.

"Baby. I'm home!" I heard Harry yell as he walked through the door.
He gracefully walked into the glorious kitchen and I handed him a glass of whiskey.
"Dinner is almost ready." I spoke softly, rubbing my hands on the apron I was wearing over my almost see through dress.
"You look sexy." Harry growled in my ear.
I smiled and turned around to look him straight in the face. The heels I had on made me almost as tall as him.
"Not until after dinner, baby." I seductively whispered.
"You're killing me."
He reluctantly released my hips and drank the whiskey I had given him.
"You're so fucking sexy, Lilia. How did I get so lucky?" He snapped.
I giggled and continued to fix dinner.
I could smell the cologne on him, even from 10 feet away. I glanced at him to notice his button down shirt was ridden of the tie it once carried, the sleeves were rolled up and the first 4 buttons were undone. The tattoos on his skin shown ever so slightly.
I bit my bottom lip, continuing to stare.
"Don't do that." He spoke.
"Don't do what babe?" I asked.
"Don't bite your lip like that."
I smirked, knowing it was driving him nuts, "Like what? I always bite my lip."
"You know it drives me crazy, Ophelia. Don't bite your lip again or I'll fuck you, right here." He spoke sternly.
I smirked and walked over to Harry, carrying the main course. Placing the food down on the beautifully decorated table, I put some vegetables on his plate, then mine. And then adding the main course, which was tuna steak with lemon.
"Wine?" I asked.
"Of course, love." He spoke, staring me down as I poured him and myself a glass.
Taking the apron off, I sat myself down.
"Cheers baby." I spoke, grasping the wine glass in my hand and raised it towards Harry.
He raised his glass as well, then took a sip before digging into the meal sitting before him.
"How was work?" I questioned, knowing he was going to lie.
"Busy, as usual. The men I work with are complete idiots." He spoke.
I nodded and raised an eyebrow. Nibbling on the food in front of me, the calm small talk seemed to annoy Harry.
"I want a kid." He blurted out, causing me to almost choke on the small bite of food I had in my mouth.
Wiping my mouth with the napkin that once laid in my lap, I regained my composure.
"What made that come up?" I asked, "When we first met, you said you never wanted kids and I agreed."
He stared at me with a smirk, "I've just been thinking. All of our friends have kids and just seem so connected. I want to be connected to you like that." He spoke effortlessly.
We sat in silence for what seemed like forever.
"Harry." I breathed, "Don't lie to me. Why are you saying this?"
"Because, Ophelia. Wouldn't it be nice having a little Ophelia or Harry running around here? We have the money and more than enough room... I've just been thinking a lot." He spoke, sipping the wine & then pouring himself another glass.
"I don't know what you want me to say." I said quietly.
Harry wasn't making my mission any easier.
"I-I--" Harry cut me off with his lips suddenly pressed firmly against mine.
I could feel the wine running through my veins, making my flesh feel warm to the touch, quite the contrast from my normal icy skin. Pulling away from my husband I looked up at him.
"I don't want kids right now, babe." I spoke.
"Good, me either. I was just making sure you hadn't changed your mind." He smirked.
"You asshole!" I yelled, playfully hitting his arm.
"I can't believe you didn't catch that lie! You always catch me when I'm lying." He laughed.
Yeah every lie except for the one about your job. I thought to myself.
"God you're so beautiful. I can hardly control myself." Harry whispered into my neck, sucking gently.
"Oh Mr. Styles!" I giggled.
At this point, the mission was nowhere in my thoughts.
I loved Harry with my entire heart. And when he acts so loving towards me, I can't help but to fall more in love with him.
His sexy little smirk. His dimples. His curly brown hair which hasn't been tamed for a few months made him sexier than I'd ever seen him. His green eyes that always seemed to staring at me. I couldn't help but think about what would happen if I didn't kill my husband. Of course I would lose my job. But would Harry find out that I wasn't actually a doctor?
After the kitchen had been cleaned up, Harry chased me up the stairs. He practically ripped my dress off, but neither of us cared. We were too focused on each other.
After making a mess of our bedroom and bathroom, Harry was laying down with the blankets covering his unclothed body. His cheeks were flushed and hair a mess. I wrapped myself in the silk robe he has bought me, I walked into my closet. Mine and Harry's closets were separate.
Sitting down at my vanity, I looked at the woman in the mirror.
Earlier that day I had looked in the same mirror full of happiness. And now, staring at myself once more, I looked sad.
"Baby. Why are you looking at yourself in the mirror? Let's go back to bed." Harry spoke from behind me. I hadn't realized he had followed me in.
"Yeah, okay." I smiled weakly.
He held a hand out for me to take and gladly, I did. Harry had put boxer briefs on along with baggy sweat pants.
"Let me just change really fast, okay?" I spoke, letting go of his hand.
He nodded and stood waiting for me. I walked over and took my robe off, replacing it with a black lace night gown.
"Where'd you get those bruises, Lilia?" Harry questioned, walking towards me.
"What bruises?" I asked.
He turned my body around and pulled the night gown up, revealing large bruises on the base of my spine.
"These fucking bruises." He hissed, "How did I not see these earlier?" He questioned himself.
"I-There was an accident at work. A shelf fell on me. It's fine though." I spoke swiftly.
He just nodded, "Bed."

The next morning, both of us were exhausted. After going back to bed, we were once more tangled up in each other after undressing one another.
"Babe, please be careful at work. I don't want to see any more bruises on your skin." Harry spoke.
I nodded and smiled at him while handing him a cup of coffee.
"I love it when you have sex hair." He said with a smirk.
He tried pulling the night gown off of me, but I quickly stopped him.
"Someone's quite horny, yeah?" I asked amused.
"Only for you."
He pulled towards him with one hand around my hips, "I gotta go to work, love. Wear your hair up for dinner tonight." He whispered.
I smirked and nodded, "Okay, I will. I love you."
"I love you more." He said kissing me roughly and then walking out the door, leaving me once again to an empty house.
I showered as quickly as I could. Rushing to get to work. After doing my hair in an effortless ponytail, I got dressed in a tight jumpsuit with red pumps.
Before I could think, I was in the car only minutes away from my work.
"Rose," I yelled, "We need to talk. Now." I rushed into the office.
"What is it?" She replied coldly.
"There's a problem with the target." I breathed.
She looked at me, stone faced.
"It's my husband." I blurted.
"What?"
"The target is my husband. Harry."
"You're kidding." She said, clearly shocked.
"No, I'm not fucking kidding, Rose. I'm not going to kill my husband. I can't do it." I spoke with urgency.
"Ophelia, you don't have a choice. He's dangerous." She said, not impressed with my words.
"I can't take my own husband out."
"You can if you don't want to lose your job. Now get out of my office." Rose spat.
I was shocked. I had made up my mind that I couldn't kill my husband. The only problem being that I had to come up with a plan to 1: keep my job and 2: get Harry out of the target zone for SS.
I was twirling a pen in my hand, bored out of mind. Trying to come up with ideas on what the hell to do.
After hours of doing nothing but thinking, I had the perfect plan.

I would fake the murder of my husband.

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