Chapter 102
On the other end of the line, she heard the faint hiss of a cigarette being stubbed out, followed by a low chuckle. “So eager? You’ve always been wild.”
Kyla’s lips curled into a bitter smile. Her voice was sharp, teetering between frustration and challenge. “Are you coming or not? If not, forget it!”
There was a beat of silence before the hacker’s amused voice returned. “Oh, I’m coming. But it’s been too long since our last time. I’m extremely horny now. You’d better be ready.”
The sound of his heavy breathing over the line sent a shiver down Kyla’s spine, her legs suddenly weak beneath her.
She ended the call abruptly, her fingers trembling as she rushed to book the room.
Impatience gnawed at her. She couldn’t even wait for the hotel staff to hand over the key. Instead, she slipped into the public restroom, taking a hurried shower, as if washing away the residue of the night’s frustrations.
When she finally stepped into the room, the hacker was already there. The faint scent of tobacco mingled with his distinct, musky cologne, filling the air and making her head spin. He stood by the window, his gaze flickering to her wet hair, and a hungry gleam lit up his eyes. Without a word, he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms.
“Kyla, you’re becoming more irresistible every time I see you.”
She let out a soft laugh, playfully pushing the hacker back, though her touch lacked any real resistance.
They tumbled into a night of reckless abandon.
By the time dawn crept over the horizon, the hotel room was a chaotic mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes.
Kyla groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, her body aching, especially around her waist. Bruises mottled her skin, stark against the early morning light. She winced as she dressed, her movements stiff and deliberate.
While she was buttoning her blouse, her voice cut through the thick, stale air. “I’ve repaid the favor from last time. Now, make sure you arrange another ‘accident’ for Sadie. This time, I want her dead.”
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The hacker, still lounging lazily against the headboard, lit a cigarette. He took a long drag before releasing a plume of smoke into the room, his lips curling into a smirk. “With all the effort you put in last night, I promise,” he drawled.
Kyla knew exactly what he meant by “effort.”
She shot him a look, equal parts annoyance and teasing. “As long as you play your part, once I become Noah’s wife, you’ll be well compensated.”
The hacker chuckled darkly, his laughter low and taunting. “Noah’s reputation might be squeaky clean, but who would’ve thought his beloved would turn him into a cuckold?”
Kyla rolled her eyes, ignoring his crude amusement. She had no time for his jabs. Her focus was razor-sharp now—Sadie had to be eliminated, and Noah would be hers.
She finished dressing, grabbed her bag, and walked out without a backward glance.
The hacker’s grin faded as he watched the door click shut behind her. His eyes hardened, the amusement replaced by a cold, calculating glint. “Noah, your reckoning is coming,” he muttered, flicking ash onto the floor.
When Kyla returned to Myrtlewood Estate, the first light of morning stretched across the sky. Rosa hadn’t arrived yet, and the house was cloaked in silence.
Kyla slipped into an empty guest room, scrubbing herself clean of any lingering traces of the night. She dressed carefully in long sleeves and pants, making sure every bruise and mark was hidden from sight.
As Kyla emerged from the room, she caught sight of Noah lingering by the master bedroom door, his knocks soft and hesitant.
“Sadie, I get that you’re upset with me, but neglecting your health just to make a point is reckless! Do you really think skipping breakfast will make me feel sorry for you?”noveldrama
There was an undertone of urgency in his voice, his brow slightly furrowed.
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