Beneath The Orange Sunset ✔️

30

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Juliette Vallario drove her pale green Mercedes slowly down Biene Boulevard; the street adjacent to 5 Boulevard. She drove slowly so as not to alert any suspicion. She lined her lips with her Chanel rogue allure red lipstick that always came in handy in the car. She had not applied any makeup that morning as she hurriedly left her house, in order to meet up with her little plan.

She had adapted her husband's surname after she got married to him. Bondi Vallario was French with Italian descent. Aside from the mass of unruly graying hair and a thick waistline, Bondi suited her perfectly; except that she was too greedy.

Two daughters and eighteen years later, she got bored of the marriage. What was the point since she couldn't have a son? Bondi couldn't get her pregnant anymore and it was even late. So she had thought.

Juliette had indulged in two affairs during the course of her marriage. Both of them unsatisfactory. They yielded no results and she painfully realized that maybe it wasn't Bondi's fault that she couldn't bear more children.

She huffed at that unwavering remark. Her daughters are humans too? What was wrong with wanting to make a better future for them? She glanced at her reflection in the rear view mirror and smacked her lips till the red stain was evenly distributed through her thick lips.

She had over sixty five percent of the company shares, not to mention other international businesses that she controlled. Everything was going real smooth until that wild cat came in to the family. She lost over forty percent of her inheritance.

What did Alberto ever see in Emile?

Only one way to find out.

She had waited by the corner and followed Emile right from the Lacroix mansion to town. She had decided to take her unawares. It will be fun to see how everything rolled out in this game.

Juliette smiled grimly as she carefully rolled her Mercedes out of town. Heading to the west, she made sure to maintain 80km/h speed limit, never loosing sight of the black car speeding ahead of hers.

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Stepping out of her car, Emile watched in shock as another car drove up to the parking space and pulled over right next to hers. Her heart skipped a beat. Who could have followed her here? She had been extremely careful all this days. She let her guard just this once and this happens. She felt disappointed. She hated mistakes.

Juliette shut the door of the Mercedes with a smirk up her face. "My, my... Who do we have here?" Juliette gibed. she marvelled at the sight of the wondrous hideout. Playing with her cars keys in her hands, she strode towards the woman who seemed not too pleased to see her.

"Is this where you play your mommy games?" she teased, eyeing Emile who was dressed in a formal black  skirt suit.

Emile took the sunglasses off her face and glared at her worse enemy. She gritted her teeth. Clasping her handbag, she turned around and walked briskly to the front door.

Juliette trotted behind her. "Run... You bitch! I swore that I will get you. Keep running, but you can't hide, you slimy bitch!"

Emile huffed. She unlocked the front door with shaky hands and walked in, giving the door a full swing. But her unwanted visitor was fast enough to stop the door before it got shut.

"I swear you're not going to escape this..." Juliette continued, her voice echoing round the vastly decorated interior of the house which architecturally had strong transparent glass for walls.