Con artist

Unraveling Plans

Back in Pierre's mansion, the tension was thick. Victor stood before Pierre, panting, his face drenched in sweat. He had failed. He couldn't find me. Pierre's eyes, once calculating and cold, now burned with fury as he towered over Victor."You couldn't catch her?" Pierre's voice boomed, echoing through the room. "Is this why I adopted you? You're useless!"Victor's shoulders slumped, his head hanging low. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried... I did everything I could."Pierre's face twisted in anger, his patience worn thin. "Sorry? Sorry won't get me what I want! Natasha's out there, running free, and you stand here, empty-handed?" He slammed his fist onto the table, the sound reverberating through the space. "I don't care what it takes, I want her found!"Victor's heart raced, but he dared not speak again. Pierre was already furious, and he didn't want to make things worse. He had failed, and he knew it.Pierre, not willing to rely on Victor any longer, turned to one of his most trusted agents. "Go," he growled. "Find Natasha. I don't care how you do it. Just bring her back."The agent nodded, cold and efficient, and without a word, disappeared into the night to track me down.---Meanwhile, I sat silently in the passenger seat, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. I still didn't know where I was going, but it didn't matter. As long as I was far from Pierre, far from the nightmare I had escaped, I was safe—for now. The man driving seemed to understand my need for silence, and I appreciated that. But even as the road stretched ahead, my mind was racing, unable to shake the feeling that this wasn't over.Then, somewhere out there, a storm was brewing, but it wasn't just Pierre.---Back in the city, Hannah was seething. She had always suspected something about me, but now the truth was out, and it enraged her. Natasha, the girl who had stolen Elijah's heart, was a con artist. And not just any con artist—she was working with Pierre, the same man who had caused so much pain.Hannah couldn't believe Elijah had fallen for me. How could he be so blind? And now that I had run, there was a chance that Elijah would go after me. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let that happen.Her heart was twisted with jealousy and rage. If she could somehow get rid of me, Elijah would be hers. She knew Pierre was still looking for me, and an idea began to form in her mind—dark and dangerous. She would make a deal with him.---Hannah found Pierre easily. It didn't take much to convince him to meet. She had something he wanted—an offer too tempting to ignore."I know where you can find Natasha," Hannah said, her voice cold and determined.Pierre raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do you now? And why would you help me?"Hannah's eyes narrowed. "Because I want her gone. If you find her, I don't care what you do with her. But I know what you want—an heir. A son."Pierre's expression darkened, his thoughts already spinning. "And you think I'll take your word for it? What's in it for you?"Hannah smirked, her intentions clear. "You get your son, Pierre. And when this is all over, you end her life. In return, I get Elijah. No more Natasha in our way."Pierre considered her offer. It was ruthless, but he appreciated ruthlessness. "Fine," he said, his voice low and deadly. "We'll find her. She'll give me the son I deserve. And when that's done, she's yours to deal with."Hannah nodded, satisfied with their dark arrangement. She had finally taken control of the situation. Soon, I'd be out of the picture, and Elijah would be hers. Nothing and no one could stop her now.---Unaware of the treacherous plans being made behind my back, I felt a strange chill settle over me. Something was wrong—I could feel it. I had escaped Pierre once, but now I knew it was only a matter of time before they found me again. And this time, I had a sinking feeling that things would be much, much worse.