Chapter 21

As I finally reached home a sigh of relief leaves my lips

I am tired, confused and mentally drained I storm inside ,the adrenaline from the chase still pumping through my veins, I brushed past the maid who tried to talk to me

"Hello ma'am-"

Not now please

I couldn't bear to explain what had just happened, not when the fear and uncertainty consumed me. I needed to be alone, to gather my thoughts, and figure out what to do next.

I stormed upstairs into my room, my heart pounding in my chest. The events of the day had taken a toll on me, and I felt like I was on the verge of breaking down. I slammed the door shut, shutting out the world, and tried to steady my trembling hands as a paced back and forth in my room

I immediately took out my phone from my purse and dialed my mother's number, my hands shaking so much that I almost dropped the phone. "Come on, Mom, come on, pick up!!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with desperation, as I paced back and forth in my room.

Finally, my mother called me back, and I answered almost instantly. "Mom," I burst out, unable to contain my fear any longer, "my stalkers are following me now. I don't know what to do. I'm scared."

Her voice on the other end was calm, trying to soothe my nerves. "Julliette, take a deep breath. We will figure this out, okay? You need to stay strong."

How is she so calm at a time like this ?

But then, she suggested something that caught me completely off guard. "Maybe we should consider hiring a professional assassin to take them out," she said, her voice serious and resolute.

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The idea of resorting to violence, to take a life, was not something I had ever considered. I didn't want more blood on my hands, and the thought of becoming a part of such a dark world terrified me.

How do you even know where to get one?

"How do we even get someone for that?"I ask trying to keep my hysteria in check brushing my hand through my hair

"My people know people who knows a lot of people"she says calmly

"Torn between morals and a quick escape, I paused, unsure of how to respond. The weight of the decision pressed down on me, and I felt torn apart. My instincts screamed for self-preservation, but my conscience urged me to find another way.

"I don't know, Mom," I whispered, my voice shaky, "I can't bear the thought of being responsible for someone's death…. again and intentionally"

Her voice softened, understanding the internal struggle I was going through. "I know, darling, but we have to protect you. We can't let them hurt you. It's a matter of survival now."

At this point she started to scare me

I paced back and forth in my room, my mind in turmoil. The fear of what they might do to me, to my family, was overwhelming. I didn't want to be a victim anymore, but at the same time, I didn't want to become a perpetrator either.

"What do I do,what do I do, what do I do?"

I find myself messing up my hair in a bjs to keep my sanity

In a brief moment of hysteria, I questioned how my life had turned into such a nightmare. Why were they after me? What did they want from me? The questions remained unanswered, and it frustrated me to no end.

Were they related, friends or family of the girl?

Or were they blood sucking reporters?

"Why does this have to happen to me"I groan in frustration

I think of a different next move but see non

Finally, with a heavy sigh, I made a decision. "Let's do it," I said, my voice firm, pushing aside my morality for the sake of survival.

My mother hesitated for a moment, and then she agreed. It was a desperate move, one that would forever change the course of my life. But at that moment, I couldn't see any other way out.

As we hung up, I felt a mix of relief and guilt. I had taken a step into a dark and dangerous world, one I had never imagined being a part of. But I couldn't let fear dictate my life any longer. I had to face my stalkers, and if that meant resorting to extreme measures, then so be it.

I knew the path ahead would be far from peachy and I didn't know what kind of darkness awaited me. But I was willing to do whatever it took to protect myself and those I loved. The night had become an abyss of uncertainty, and I had no choice but to navigate through it, one step at a time.

"Alright I'll call him,and get back to you right away"she says before ending the call

I guess this is where I wait

She finally calls back and I rush to the phone like my life depends on it

Which it does

But the words she tells me feels like a piercing in my chest

He wanted 4.9 billion dollars for his work

The weight of my mother's words hung heavily in the air, and my heart sank as I absorbed the reality of the situation. 4.9 billion dollars was an unimaginable sum, even for a family as influential as ours. I couldn't fathom how we could come up with such an astronomical amount, especially in such a short amount of time.

Torn between fear and desperation, I felt my resolve crumbling. "I can't believe this," I whispered, my voice choked with frustration. "Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?"

As I paced back and forth in my room, frustration and anger welled up inside me. My options were limited, and the one person I had thought might help had turned his back on me.

I already know my father is a dead end

He practically disown me that to do this much for me.My father's cold and heartless response left me feeling abandoned and hopeless

Shit!!

I can't believe I'm about to do this

I glanced at the phone I had thrown aside in anger, feeling lost and trapped. My one-way ticket to freedom now seemed like a distant dream. The fire that had once burned within me had been extinguished, leaving me feeling defeated.

I was left with nothing, no one to turn to for help. My bank account was far from sufficient, especially after the devastating loss of my warehouse. My mother couldn't provide the funds either, and the idea of asking my father again felt like an exercise in futility.

But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, a flicker of rage ignited within me. I knew what I had to do, even though I despised the very thought of their name. They were my last hope, my final chance to escape the clutches of my stalkers.

I guess I'll have to swallow my pride