Chapter 58
Yuna
TWO DAYS LATER…
“Say It Before You Die”
Ihad been watching Bianca for four days straight.
Not obsessing.
Studying.
There’s a difference.
It started with a video.
Some gala event after Ares’ proposal to me. Flashing lights. Champagne. Fake smiles.
I saw Bianca in the mix.
Laughing too loud. Talking too slick. Acting like she still had a place in something that didn’t belong to her anymore.
A reporter started interviewing her about Ares and me, and she didn’t hesitate to respond.
“I’m not concerned about the mystery wife; I had my share of the man. He should be worried about that headshot on his crown, though.” She smiled into the camera.
I replayed it.
Watched her mouth. Her tone. Her confidence.
That kind of confidence only came from someone who knew a secret, and she was dying to tell it.
That’s when I started digging.
Everything.
Her old pictures. Old articles. Old rumors. Her interviews recently, about Ares.
I didn’t care about their past.
I cared about what she knew.
And more importantly…
How easy she would be to pull.
So I set it up.
I didn’t use the phone Vivi gave me.
I wasn’t stupid.
After i got everything I needed on Bianca, I sweet-talked the maid to bring me a Track phone.
A nice throwaway phone.
Untraceable enough for what I needed.
And I made it simple.
No overthinking.
No paragraphs.
Just enough to hook her.
Unknown Number: Come see me. You know who it is, ma belle.
She responded fast.
Too fast.
Bianca: Ares?
I smirked.
Hooked.
Unknown Number: Yeah.
Three dots popped up instantly.
Desperate.
Bianca: Where are you?
I sent the location to her office.
Let her feel in control.
Let her think she was setting the stage.
Unknown Number: Your office.
Bianca: I’ll be there.
I knew she would fall for it. Women like her always came running when they thought they were being chosen again.
I texted Ares on my phone.
Me: Can you send a car for me to go to the spa? I promise to go and come back.
Ares: Sure…
I got dressed.
Black, tight dress. Red Prada sneakers. Clean lines. No distractions.
Red veil draped over my face, soft but bold.
My hair had grown out just enough to fall into a short natural blonde bob, framing my face.
I looked rich.
Fresh.
Untouchable.
Ares driver took me to her office, but I had him drop me off a block away.
By the time I walked into her office, I already knew how this was going to end.
She just didn’t.
Bianca looked up.
Confusion first.
Then recognition.
“I should have known it was you and not Ares,” she said slowly.
“Should have, but you didn’t.”
I closed the door behind me.
“You know, you’re prettier up close,” she said. “Thought you still looked like a—”
I pulled the gun I stole from Ares’s bag and pressed it to her forehead before she could finish her insulting sentence.
“No,” I said softly. “I look like the woman you should never speak about or lie to.”
Her breathing changed.
Fast now.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said. “If this is about Ares—”
“It is,” I cut in. “And it’s not.” I leaned in just enough. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.” The gun stayed steady. “I came for information.”
Her eyes flickered. “What information?”
“Tell me what you have planned for my husband.”
That word hit.
Husband.
She swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I sighed. “You do.”
The gun pressed harder. “I’m not in the mood to play with you.”
She glanced at the door.
Then laughed.
Short.
Sharp.
“You really don’t know?”
My eyes narrowed. “Know what?”
Silence.
Cold.
“I wasn’t gonna say nothing,” she admitted. “But honestly?” Her face twisted. “He deserves it. I’m not even about to tell you this because I’m scared,” she said. “I’m telling you because I’m tired of him.”
I tilted my head.
“Tired?”
“That man gave me syphilis and walks around like he doesn’t have it,” she snapped. “So yeah… I don’t mind watching everything around him burn. He put a hit out on Ares. Twenty million.”
There it was.
Everything I needed.
Seconds later, the door opened behind me.
I didn’t turn because I felt his presence.
“What are you doing?” Ares asked calmly.
I smirked. “Doing what a wife is supposed to do.”
“I watched your location. You told me you were going to the spa.”
“I lied.”
Bianca panicked. “She’s crazy—Ares, you need to—”
He ignored her and asked me, “What did she tell you?”
“Laurent put a hit out on you,” I said. “Twenty million.”
His eyes shifted to Bianca. “You knew that?”
“I was gonna tell you—”
He didn’t care.
He looked at me. “Do what you came here for.”
That was it.
I didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t think.
I pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed.
Bianca dropped.
Just like that.
I lowered the gun slowly, and Ares took the gun from my hand.
I looked at her.
Nothing in me moved.
Ares watched me before nodding once.
“Let’s go. You got a flight to catch.”
By the time we reached the private strip close to two hours later, the jet was already waiting.
Engines low.
Night air cool far out in the California deserts.
Clean.
Ares walked beside me, hands in his pockets.
Quiet.
Thinking.
When we reached the steps, he spoke.
Low.
Controlled.
“La prochaine fois... Ne sois pas si négligent, and give me that other phone you have.” Next time… don’t be so sloppy.
I looked at him.
He added, “Maintenant, je dois effacer les bandes.” Now I have to clear the tapes.
I shrugged and gave him the phone.
Unbothered.
“At least I went to handle business,” I said, stepping onto the jet, “and not drugs. You missed that in plain sight.”
He watched me for a second.
Not smiling.
Not upset.
Just… calculating.
Then he followed me on.
“Whatever… Emily and Lil Z are waiting for you inside.”
And just like that—
California was behind us.