Beatrice sat inside the cab as she ordered the driver to drive to the production house before looking out of the car, opening the window enough to breathe happily.
Things were finally starting to work in her favor.
And she was happy about it.
She looked at her phone when it pinged with an incoming ssage from her assistant.
(The amount you requested has been delivered.)
Beatrice chuckled at the ssage, almost catching the driver off guard, who cleared his throat and focused on the road.
She set the phone aside and closed her eyes, letting her body and mind relax. After all, they had been under a great deal of stress.
As she thought about everything going on around her, her lips lifted when she rembered the expression on Sean’s face.
She still vaguely rembered how she had been thinking of spending the night with Andrew when he had co to the house drunk because he had argued with Elara, whom he had t in the hospital.
However, before she could even think of using the opportunity and showing her seducing skills, her phone rang with an incoming call from an unknown number.
She declined the call, but when the phone kept ringing, she couldn’t help but pick up.
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A couple of hours before Sean’s death.
Beatrice picked up the call.
"Who is this? Why are you—?" Beatrice raised her voice, stopping when she heard the person on the other end.
The man couldn’t speak properly, but she could recognise the voice anywhere.
(Bea, it’s , Sean. I need your help. Please.) A ssage soon arrived without ending the call.
To say Beatrice’s eyes widened when she heard his voice would be an understatent.
She quickly rushed to the guest room and locked the door, walking inside the bathroom before turning the tap on, ensuring no one would hear her.
"Sean? What is this all about? What’s going on? You kidnapped Elara? Do you even know what kind of ss you have created here? Andrew is furious!" Beatrice asked, suppressing the urge to shout at the man.
The phone went silent for so ti before she heard his groan of pain. He sounded like he was struggling a lot.
(I know what I did, and I have paid for it. Macros...they... I can’t really speak. Please co here and help . They have stripped naked. I barely got this phone from a girl by threatening her.)
Another ssage ca.
Beatrice froze. Sean couldn’t speak? What exactly did they do to him?
"Sean, I know you are suffering and need help. I’ll send soone to help you, but I can’t co myself. You know how things are. I need to be with Andrew and use this opportunity to sleep with him. And what if Andrew finds I went there to help him? It will be over for . Soone will reach there in ti. It’s a promise," Beatrice said, her heart beating fast.
The man groaned on the other end.
He didn’t say anything for so ti. No ssage ca.
She sighed in relief and was about to end the call when another ssage popped up.
(I have always taken your side, no matter what. This is how you pay back? Don’t forget I am in this situation because of you in the first place. You can sleep with him anyti. Co here and help , or the consequences will be dire.)
The ssage said.
Beatrice read the ssage again and again, cursing her luck ntally.
Another ssage pinged, and she opened it with trembling hands, as it was getting harder to control her rage.
As soon as she read the ssage, to say she wanted nothing more than to strangle Sean would be an understatent.
Her eyes turned furious, and she pulled the phone close to her mouth.
"I am coming. Send the address," she said before ending the call.
She walked out of the guest room and looked at Andrew’s room longingly before making her way out of the house.
She sat inside the car and stopped it at so distance from the actual location.
Beatrice walked for so distance until she found a silhouette sitting on a small rock behind a tree.
She looked at Sean, who had covered his manhood with a polythene bag, his body bruised and scarred with wound marks and dried blood.
His eyes were bloodshot from humiliation, and Beatrice felt a little sense of pity for him.
"Sean," Beatrice said.
The man looked up, his eyes full of hope, before he rushed to her and hugged her.
Beatrice closed her eyes, barely containing her disgust. She was wearing a designer dress, and now it was all ruined.
Sean quickly grabbed the phone and typed a ssage.
"That bitch Elara burnt my tongue! I can’t believe she could be so inhumane," Sean typed in the notebook and showed it to Beatrice.
Beatrice arched her brows. It was news to her. Then again, wasn’t he the one who pushed the girl to her limits and forced her to do sothing like that?
"Why did you have to humiliate her?" Beatrice asked.
Sean looked at her with anger and grabbed her hair in a fist, yanking her head to the side before he let go, finding it hard to communicate.
"Are you really taking her side?" He asked through the notebook on the phone.
Beatrice read the ssage before she snapped Sean’s hand, making the phone fall to the side.
Sean’s eyes widened, and he quickly fell to the side to check the phone that had turned off.
He looked up with anger and was about to slap her when Beatrice held his hand.
"Was what you said true? If I didn’t follow your command, would you have told Andrew about us? About how I slept with you? On the construction site and many tis before that?" Beatrice asked.
Sean smiled, his nacing smile looking ugly, and the more Beatrice looked at him, the more hatred she felt.
"So you were thinking of becoming an obstacle for ? A re dog, whom I just used to satisfy my sex needs, wanted to bite back?" Beatrice scoffed.
Sean looked at Beatrice with frustration because she called him a dog. He closed the gap between them and wrapped his fingers around her throat, unable to shout because of what Elara did to him.
"Aaa!" He tried to make a noise to let her know not to joke about such a topic, but because he could not make another sound, Beatrice kicked him in his balls, making the man double over and fall on the ground.
Then she walked to the car and pulled out an iron rod from the trunk.
She had already noticed him limping earlier. Thus, even if he tried to run, he wouldn’t be able to make it far.
Sean’s pupils dilated when he saw the iron rod in her hand as realization finally dawned upon him.
Beatrice wasn’t there to help him.
"You guessed it right, Sean. I hate it when people threaten . You knew it, right? After all, you watched tornting girls in our class for a long ti before. What made you think it would be okay for you to do so?" Beatrice said before she ran behind him.
Sean, who tried to run, fell shortly, shaking his head in denial and joining his hands to plead with her for rcy, but the girl just smiled before she walked behind him and placed the rod around his neck.
She pulled back with all her strength. The man had already been beaten black and blue and had little strength to struggle, which made her work even easier.
"You shouldn’t have threatened ."
It wasn’t long before the man’s body went limp, and as soon as she confird he was dead, she started her art on his body to ensure no one would ever find out who killed her.
After all, every logic signalled towards Elara and Macros, and that was exactly how it was supposed to be.
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Present ti.
The more Beatrice thought about how everyone would go in circles and keep finding trouble with Elara, the happier she felt.
Because who would want a newbie with such controversy in their drama? It was a win-win situation from all sides.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE- Hello, my lovely readers, I have uploaded 5 Chapters today for you guys to enjoy in the mass release. rry Christmas to everyone, and I hope you guys have lots of fun, get everything you guys deserve, and much more. I’ll try to schedule another mass release before the New Year, too.
Love you all,
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