BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 6: Midnight Mischief

Chapter 6: Midnight Mischief

Lisa's features contorted into a potent mix of concern and indignation, her eyes flashing with fiery determination as she absorbed the weight of my predicament. "That jerk! Cornering you like that for five more years? It's like he owns you!" Her voice carried a sharp edge of disbelief, slicing through the heavy air like a dagger.

I nodded in weary agreement, the burden of my situation pressing down on me like a leaden weight. "I know, Lisa," I sighed, my voice tinged with resignation. "I talked to Mark, a coworker who knows a bit about law. He said there's pretty much no way out of that contract. If I go against Harry legally, his team of lawyers will tear me apart. They're like bloodthirsty vampires."

A heavy silence settled between us as the gravity of my words hung in the air like a dense fog. I swallowed hard, the reality of my predicament sinking in with each passing moment. "And there's more at stake than just my job," I added in a hushed whisper, as if afraid to give voice to the full extent of my fears. "They could dig into my background, bring up my dad's corporate espionage case. It nearly destroyed him, and I was the one who bailed him out financially. If Harry's lawyers start snooping, they might uncover things that could land my dad in jail. I can't risk that."

Sympathy softened Lisa's expression, her features contorting with empathy as she reached out to squeeze my hand in a gesture of silent support. "God, Bella, that's a lot to carry," she murmured, her voice laced with compassion. "But maybe Mark will find something. A loophole, maybe?"

I shrugged, a faint glimmer of hope flickering within me like a distant beacon in the darkness. "He's looking into it," I replied, the words buoyed by a tentative optimism. "Promised to let me know by this week. Maybe there's a way to cut this contract short."

Changing the subject, Lisa's eyes lit up with mischief, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "In the meantime, how about that little revenge plan of ours?" she suggested, her voice dripping with playful malice. "Painting Harry's door with 'World's Biggest Asshole' has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

A laugh bubbled up from deep within me, the audaciousness of the idea sparking a thrill of excitement in my veins. "You know what? Let's do it," I agreed, the prospect of releasing some pent-up frustration through a bit of harmless mischief too tempting to resist. "I know the code to his mansion's gate. He's hardly ever there during the week. It would be a perfect way to blow off some steam."

Later that night, armed with cans of spray paint and fueled by a heady rush of adrenaline, Lisa and I embarked on our clandestine mission to Harry's mansion. The darkness enveloped us like a cloak as we navigated the winding roads leading to his secluded estate, our nerves tingling with anticipation.

As we approached the looming silhouette of his opulent residence, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, I couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur. It stood as a symbol of power and privilege, an imposing fortress belonging to the man who had become the source of my frustration and resentment.

Parking the car a safe distance away, Lisa and I exchanged nervous glances, the thrill of our daring escapade coursing through our veins. With hats pulled low to conceal our identities, we slipped through the gate, our footsteps muffled by the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. The air hummed with excitement, our hearts pounding in rhythm with the adrenaline-fueled anticipation of what was to come.

Lisa's excitement was palpable, her energy practically crackling in the air around us as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "Are you ready for this? Because I am so ready to see Harry's face when he sees his messed-up mansion," she declared with a devilish grin, her eyes dancing with anticipation.