She Hates The Billionaire

Chapter 42

(Dedicated to my followers)

"I don't care how you do it, if it means you making him fall in love with you do it as far as you get me the files of every project he receives," Nathan said.

"What do I get in return? You can't just ship me off to another man, I am your wife for fucksake," she whined.

"I'll get you a contract from beauty and bliss, you will be their top model," Nathan causally said and she squealed hugging him.

"Remember, if anyone finds out about your deeds, eliminate him or her immediately."

"Don't worry about me, I'll do it effectively," she giggled and he pulled her to himself kissing and caressing her.

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Disgust and hatred filled his eyes. All this years of investigation, all this years of pain, she was the one, the one who murdered his someone dear to him, who sabotaged his projects.

Matteo called Lucas, "Get me Marilyn's location."

"Hey dude nice to hear from you again," his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You didn't call to say hi after I came back from Bali, you didn't visit," Lucas said accusingly.

"Look I'm sorry okay, I was busy and something important came up..."

"Yea right, good luck with the important thing," Lucas said and hung up. Matteo raked his hands through his hair in frustration. He dialled his number and called him again and again and again.

"What do you want again!? Some work to give me?" Lucas yelled at him.

"Please let me explain."

"Go on," Lucas said and Matteo explained everything to him.

"She was one who killed Lana, she murdered my sister!"

"Fuck, I knew something was off about her, I tried to warn you but you wouldn't listen," Lucas spoke.

"Now is not the time for blames, track her down."

"How did you get the information, did you have her investigated?"

"No, a flashdrive appeared on my nightstand when I woke and couldn't find Dahlia...... Fuck!" He jerked up instantly throwing that chair down, "send me her location now! Dahlia is in danger."

"On it." He hung up his phone, threw a shirt on and ran out of the house. Just as he got into his car, a message popped up.

109 district lane route 9, a cement factory on your left.

He ignited the engine, change gears and zoomed out of the compound.

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Marilyn's POV
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"Surprised ain't ya?" She smirked. I stared at her in shock. Where did she get all that information from? I was sure I killed that hacker before he went to her.

"You are a murderer!" She screamed and I slapped her again continuously till her face swelled and she bled through her mouth.

"Shut up you whore! Did you think you'd get away with what you know uh? You and that little bitch will die in this building, bring her in," I yelled crazily after all I still have the upper hand. The steel door opened revealing Stanford with the bitch Lacy, she was tied to a wheelchair and blindfolded. She had bloody bandages on her head and torso, looking thin and haggard. Just as I like my prey.

"Lacy!....Mark Carter?" It was her time to be shocked.

"Shockingly, Mark Carter or should I say Stanford is not actually Lacy's neighbor, you see," I gestured at Stanford to remove the blindfold from Lacy's eyes, "Lacy here was actually my underling, more like my second in command till she decided you were better than me."

"Shut up you..."

Pak!

Stanford slapped her really hard on the face and she spat out blood.

"Now as I was saying before I got interrupted by a pest. Dearest Lacy was my second in command, she helped me in acquiring the confidential documents about Matteo's projects, made it easier for me to come into his life. The most shocking of them all is that the so called Lacy you call a friend was actually involved in your accident," I laughed and grabbed a fistful of Lacy's hair.

"You are lying you bitch," Dahlia growled staring at me with red eyes.

"You can ask her yourself," I gestured at Lacy and released her.

"Did you really do it? Have you been helping her all this while?" She asked with disbelief written all over her face which I scoffed at.

"Well?" I raised my brow at Lacy, she bowed her head and slowly nodded. Now it was my turn to smile.

"I was forced, I didn't want to do it, she threatened me," the bitch had the audacity to point at me. I grabbed her hair tightly in my fist and delivered slaps to her face.

"I warned you not to breath a word out but you just couldn't keep it to yourself," she looked at me surprised probably thinking how I had known. "Did you really think Mark just a neighbor? I placed him there to watch your every move. That's how I got to know of your leaking mouth."

Poor Lacy, she had completely fallen for his handsomeness and trusted him thinking he was a good neighbor. "When I got to know she had told you somethings, it was already too late I had let my guard down....and when I started investigating you, Stanford here came with the news of her betrayal," I stopped and walked to the table containing torture tools. I picked up the pliers and made my way back to them.

"I had to kill to birds with one stone, initially I wanted have her murdered but it would take a long time to get you so I had someone kidnap her and used her as a bait to lure you here. Brilliant right?"

"I'm sorry Dee, I'm sorry for putting you through all this, I was suppose to be your friend instead of plotting against you. I wish Ja..."

"Aww don't spoil the show already will you," I gestured at Stanford who duct taped her mouth.

Dahlia looked from Lacy to me before asking, "who did you murder?"

"Lana Silvetti," I smirked seeing her in shock for the second time.

"L..la.. Lana? Matteo's sister?" She fumbled with her words giving me an intense feeling of joy.

"So you know her? Well that girl was one hell of a sneaky bitch, never trusted me for a day, always getting on my nerves," I clicked my teeth as I remembered her face. Bitch!

"How....why did you kill her?"

"She figured me out which resulted to her fatal autocrash," I smirked.

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Secrets are unveiling, who would have thought Matteo had a sister even I didn't know🤷🤷.

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