The Devious Games | Englot | GirlxGirl

Chapter 11 - Paris

Author's Note: This is how I envision these characters 👆. This chapter is one of the key turning points in the story. Pay close attention, as more about what really happened in Paris will unfold in the upcoming chapters as well.

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Paris, France

Two years ago

"Voss... she's torn apart everything we've built," Leon Montoya's voice was sharp, dripping with frustration as he stared out of the grand glass window overlooking the glittering city of Paris.

The most powerful figures in the diamond industry had gathered tonight for the annual diamond conference, with Paris as this year's host.

But Leon couldn't find solace in the prestigious event.

Not after what had happened in Berlin.

As the Vice Chairman of the High Council, Leon held a rank just beneath the Chairman, but that hardly mattered when their empire was at risk of collapse.

Voss-Engfa Waraha-had infiltrated their carefully constructed world with ruthless efficiency.

Her latest heist in Berlin was more than just a theft; she was also behind the grand heists in Las Vegas and Rome, among others.

It was a declaration of war, one that had sent ripples through the market, making investors question the security of companies under Consillium Ignis. The whispers of uncertainty were growing louder by the day, and the Council's control over the diamond industry was slipping through their fingers.

"It's not just about the diamond heists anymore," Leon muttered, his gaze narrowing. "Warasorn Diamonds' sudden rise has thrown everything into disarray. We spent years crafting a system-an order-where every player had their place, and now one woman has completely shattered it. Investors are panicking. Our allies are turning on us. And the worst part?" He turned, facing the room filled with his fellow council members. "All of those tricks were executed by one person: Voss, or Engfa Waraha. Warasorn's dominance in Asia isn't just a fluke; it's part of a calculated plan."

Damon, known by his true name, Richard Goh, took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling slowly as he joined Leon by the window. His face was dark, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

Jeff Satur, Thiago Pereira, Anastasia Volkov, Marcus Johnson, William Hawthorne, Hugo Vasquez, Viktor Kuznetsov, Isabelle Fontaine, and Fernando Aguilar sat scattered across the room, their faces grim, aware of the danger looming over them. They were the High Council, a clandestine organization of the world's most powerful diamond tycoons, controlling the global market with an iron fist. And now, that grip was loosening.

Leon's voice grew harsher. "Voss has disrupted every deal we've made in the past year. She's pushed Warasorn into the elite ranks, right under our noses. And we can't even touch her because she's managed to twist public perception in her favor. The elites we used to control are now fawning over her success."

Damon let out a low growl. "Grant me the opportunity to execute my plan, Leon." He puffed out the cigar, "She killed Ignatio four years ago. I should've ended her then, Leon. But I can finish her now."

Leon shot him a sideways glance, a cold smirk on his lips. "Richard, you couldn't even handle her father. What makes you think you'll fare any better with her? Remember-you used Ignatio to take him down, and look where that's gotten you. I've always supported your plans; you know that. But Voss is more dangerous than her father ever was, and now... she's coming for you. It's clear she wants revenge."