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VII

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

[𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒌, 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅]

The polished mahogany of Davika's office felt cold beneath her fingertips. The panoramic view of Bangkok, usually a source of satisfaction, now seemed to mock her. The weight of her failed plan pressed down on her, a suffocating burden. She hadn't told her wife, Mint, about her obsession with Engfa, about the elaborate scheme to destroy her. Mint, after all, was Engfa's former girlfriend, a fact that added another layer of complexity to Davika's already precarious situation.

The sound of a soft knock preceded Mint's entrance. She carried a steaming cup of chamomile tea, her usual remedy for Davika's frequent bouts of stress. But today, the gesture felt more like an intuitive act of concern than a simple act of service.

"You look pale, darling," Mint observed, her voice soft, her eyes filled with a gentle worry that belied her usual playful demeanor. She placed the tea on the desk, her hand lingering on Davika's for a moment. The touch was a silent question, a subtle probe into Davika's troubled state.

Davika forced a smile, a weak, unconvincing imitation of her usual confident facade. "Just a long day, my love," she murmured, avoiding Mint's gaze. The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Mint, however, wasn't easily fooled. Her intuition, honed by years of navigating the complexities of the entertainment industry and her own past heartbreak, was sharp. She knew Davika better than anyone, and the subtle tremor in her voice, the slight tremor in her hand betraying the forced smile, spoke volumes.

"It's more than just a long day, isn't it?" Mint asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat down opposite Davika, her eyes unwavering. The playful sparkle in them had dimmed, replaced by a deep, concerned empathy.

Davika hesitated, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She could confide in Mint, but the risk was too great. Revealing her plan would not only betray her trust but also risk exposing her vulnerability, her obsession. And that was a risk Davika was unwilling to take.

"It's...business," she finally said, her voice strained. "Some unexpected complications. Nothing I can't handle."

Mint didn't press further, but her hand reached across the desk, covering Davika's. The silent reassurance was more comforting than any words could have been. She knew Davika wouldn't confide in her about the details, and she respected that.

"Tell me when it's heavy. I'm going back to my work" Mint placed a kiss on her forehead.

Davika's meticulously crafted plan began to unravel the moment the truth about Engfa's parentage hit her. The revelation wasn't just a setback; it was a seismic shift, threatening to topple her entire strategy. Engfa, the seemingly vulnerable pawn in her game, was now revealed to be a key player, a daughter of the very man Davika sought to destroy. This wasn't a simple matter of manipulating a heartbroken woman; it was a confrontation with a powerful family, a family with secrets that ran deeper than Davika had ever imagined.

The initial shock gave way to a chilling realization. Her obsession with Engfa had blinded her. She had focused on personal revenge, on petty jealousies, while overlooking the true power dynamics at play. Xandro Waraha wasn't just a wealthy businessman; he was a force to be reckoned with, a man whose influence extended far beyond the boardroom. And Engfa, his biological daughter, was now inextricably linked to that power.

Davika's carefully constructed narrative of Engfa's weakness crumbled. The heartbreak, the vulnerability, were merely superficial cracks in a much stronger foundation. Engfa's connection to her father, a connection forged through blood and years of shared secrets, was a formidable shield, a defense Davika hadn't anticipated.

Her attempts to manipulate Engfa's past relationships now seemed pathetically inadequate. The control she had exerted over Engfa's former girlfriend was a childish game compared to the power wielded by Xandro Waraha. Davika's resources, her wealth, her cunning, suddenly felt insignificant in the face of this unexpected revelation.

The information about the secret society, the ancient lineage connected to the underworld - it all pointed to a level of influence and power that dwarfed Davika's own. She had underestimated the strength of family ties, the loyalty and protection that came with such a legacy. Engfa was not just an heiress; she was a descendant of a powerful, shadowy organization, a fact that rendered Davika's previous strategies obsolete.

The weight of her miscalculation pressed down on Davika. Her meticulously planned revenge had become a dangerous gamble, a game she was no longer sure she could win. The thrill of the chase had been replaced by a cold dread, the realization that she had underestimated her opponent, and that her own ambitions might ultimately lead to her downfall.

"Urghh!!! Damn it!"

"Madam, what is it? Are you okay?" Her agent asked

"Get out and leave me alone!"

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𝒉𝒐𝒘'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆? 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏.