Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

72. The mission

A fool. Such a fool he was! Jonathan got to trust me blindly after gradually giving him the attention he was seeking and he gave me everything. I needed to prepare a strong case against him. All the files I got into possession of, I gave them all to Reea, the police nothing but delighted to get their hands on those documents. And not only documents, but CCTV's, recordings, pictures, everything I could get my hands on. I would've never succeeded if it wasn't for my little trick.

A smile thrown from time to time, as if it just slipped my mouth; a shy gaze that I made sure he noticed, making him believe I was stealing looks at him; a brush of my hand against his while reviewing papers together...everything was calculated, planned in advance. Step by step, I led him to believe that I was finally warming up to him and that I was slowly letting him inside again. He became sloppy, overconfident and cocky, his face often bearing winning and proud smiles. I helped boost his ego and, blinded by his pride and arrogance, he didn't notice the predator he let into his cage. He gave out more and more of his plans and dirty businesses every day, so confident that I had his back. This is where he wanted me to be: at his side. To be his queen. But the little lamb he thought he could manipulate and control, turned out to be a ferocious wolf in disguise waiting for the right moment to strike. He brought this upon himself. His own downfall.

But it's exhausting, painful and incredibly demanding. It took a lot of patience on my side and it was not easy to deal with this. I had to force myself to be strong and every time I felt like giving up, I just reminded myself why I'm doing this in the first place. It's a huge bet. An evil plot even for myself. But I will not falter again. It became more than a way to protect my love. It has become a way to protect my life. I've been running for far too long, scared to face my fears. Now I'm taking control over my own life. I already lost so much and there is more left to lose before this will be concluded, but my mind is already set.

I wonder what Namjoon would think of the person I've become. Would he be proud of me, now that I've decided to stand up and fight? Would he be disappointed? Disgusted? In the end, I am a liar. A player, like he called me that night. And a manipulative bitch, just like Jonathan. Does purpose serve as an excuse for this ruthlessness I'm developing? Probably not. I don't think I'll be able to face him now. I'll probably break and all my resolve will break as well. Perhaps it is a blessing that he never kept in touch with me.

I sigh and rub my temples, trying to ease the tension I feel there. The lack of sleep and the never ending worries eating at my brain are taking a toll on me. I barely sleep at night. And when I do manage to close my eyes, my sleep is haunted by nightmares. It's getting annoying and I feel like I'm not really living anymore. My whole life is messed up and I'm just...existing. It shouldn't be like this. No human being should feel this powerless, hopeless. This is why I want this to be over as soon as possible: to know that even if I've lost my love and soon, my job as well, at least I will be free of this cage. I'll figure out the rest later. But for now, I have to finish this. One more thing before everything goes to hell. The doorbell rings and I snap out of my own mind, hurrying to open the door, while checking the clock on the wall as well.

"You're late!" I snap as the door opens wide, revealing an annoyed Morrison, looking uncomfortably left and right.

"It took ages to fucking get ready. Do not scold me! I already feel and look like crap," she mumbles, putting her hands on her hips. That's when I notice what she's wearing: a very short, sexy white dress, with a corset tightly wrapped around her waist, making it look tinier than it already is. The top of the dress compliments her chest, the bra-like cups fitting her breasts like a second skin. From waist down, the dress falls in thin waves of tulles and the edges are coated with fluffy little feathers, the same kind that traces the fine line of the corset over her breasts. It's a pretty simple dress, yet spectacular for the eyes. In her feet, she wears a pair of insanely high heeled silver sandals, with small crystals covering the ankle strap. She looks amazing and I'm sure if Jungkook was here, he would've already been all over her, whether she likes it or not. Probably the second option. And she is...blonde. Honey blonde, to be exact. She's wearing a wig. I recognize the outfit I chose for her yesterday when we met to discuss this thing we're about to do. But something is missing.