One For Three (COMPLETED)

Chapter 109 : Gun already on site

Gun

In the depths of my hiding place, I think. Korn may be paranoid, but he is not invincible. The irony is that the defenses he thinks are impenetrable  rest on shaky foundations, foundations that only I know.

Years ago, when I was just a child, I discovered by chance these secret passages, these tunnels hidden in the bowels of the house. My father,  that abominable man, thought that no one knew of the existence of these hidden paths. He used them to let his mistresses enter  discreetly, to escape prying eyes and embarrassing questions. But he underestimated his own son's curiosity. He didn't know that I was  observing him, that I was taking note of every hidden door, every trap door hidden under the carpets.

When my father died, Korn took over, but he never discovered these passages. Perhaps he never sought them out, thinking that everything  was under his control. What arrogance! I waited for years, patient, ruminating on my revenge, knowing that the day would come when these  secrets would be useful to me.

And this day has finally arrived.

I slip through one of the tunnels, my steps light and silent. The air is humid, heavy with memories of my clandestine visits in the  past. The dust is accumulating, but the passages are intact, as if waiting for my return. Korn may strengthen the security of the house, install  sophisticated surveillance systems, recruit the best bodyguards, but he will never be able to protect what he does not even know exists.

I slip through, guided by a memory that has forgotten nothing. These passages are the key to my revenge. They allow me to access areas that  no one else can reach. From there, I can observe, listen, and plan my attack without being detected.

Kinn, Porsche, Vegas, Pete... None of them know I'm already among them. The main house, this impregnable fortress, will soon collapse,  and I will be there to watch every one of them fall.

The game begins, and this time, I'm the one who sets the rules.

News of Edith's death reached me quickly. Part of me is upset at the loss of such a valuable asset, but I knew that risk was part of the game.  Korn is not a fool, he was going to unmask her eventually. What really interests me is what they discovered. They figured out that she  wasn't Pete's real grandmother. The forensic doctors revealed the secrets of her multiple surgeries, all these operations which made Edith  an almost perfect copy of this old woman. It was a work of art, a meticulous transformation. But even the best illusions end up shattered  under the pressure of reality.

Korn must be moving heaven and earth to find Pete's real grandmother. But what he doesn't know is that he's looking for a ghost. A charred  corpse reduced to ashes by my hand.

Pete's grandmother was more resilient than I expected. I remember his screams, his pleas. She tried

to hold on but I burned her alive after breaking her in every possible way. Every scream she let out still resonates in my mind. And now Korn is  blind, chasing a shadow, while Pete's real grandmother lies somewhere, anonymous, unburied, reduced to ashes.

While the disappearance of Pete's grandmother is a blow to Pete, and Vegas will not be able to protect him from this pain, My spies and my  pawns are in place.

Korn can try to figure out what's going on, but it's already too late. The revenge I am plotting is much more than personal. It is total.  And it will consume them all.

He thinks he has eliminated all the traitors, that he has purged his house of my presence. But he doesn't know that many of my spies are still  there, perfectly hidden. One of his precious cooks, a man who has earned the family's trust for years, will serve his true mission.