Chapter 135 Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Chapter 135
Indira's POV

I stormed into my luxurious apartment, yanking the black mask off my face and throwing it violently onto the couch. A raw scream of pure frustration tore from my throat as I paced the living room like a caged predator, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

“Failed again!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. “How is this even possible? Every single time I get so close!”

I kicked over a side table in rage, sending a crystal vase crashing to the floor where it shattered into pieces. Greer. That insufferable bitch. She had escaped yet another attempt on her life. The fire I had carefully arranged at Cassey’s house should have either killed her or at least driven her into hiding where she would be easier to finish off. Instead, she survived again, and poor Cassey had been the collateral damage. I didn’t care about Cassey, but the failure burned deep in my chest.

“What kind of person is she?” I muttered angrily to myself, running my hands through my hair. “A witch? Some kind of cursed, untouchable demon? I almost killed her best friend instead of her. How does she keep slipping away?”

My phone rang sharply. It was Veda. I picked up, already bracing myself for her reaction.

“Is she finally dead?” Veda demanded immediately, her voice sharp and impatient, laced with expectation.

“No,” I answered through gritted teeth. “The fire didn’t get her. She wasn’t at the house when it started. She survived again.”

Veda exploded on the other end of the line. “You useless girl! What have you been doing all this time? Nothing but failing me over and over again! I thought you were capable, Indira. Competent. But you’re nothing but a disappointment. A complete failure!”

Her words cut deep, igniting fresh rage inside me. “Why don’t you come do it yourself then?” I yelled back, my voice rising. “It’s not that easy! She has security now. Calder is protecting her like a damn guard dog. Every plan I make keeps falling apart at the last second!”

I disconnected the call completely, throwing the phone onto the couch in fury. How dare Veda call me a failure when she had done nothing but sit in her penthouse issuing orders and throwing tantrums? She had no idea how difficult this had become.

Before I could even begin to calm down, my phone rang again. This time it was Desmond.

“I have more news,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Greer is pregnant. With Calder’s baby. Just four weeks along.”

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Pregnant? With Calder’s child?”

“Yes. It’s confirmed.”

Shock and rage surged through me like wildfire. I immediately forwarded the devastating news to Veda. Her reaction was instantaneous and explosive. She called back within seconds, screaming over the phone like a woman possessed.

“Pregnant?! That little whore is carrying my husband’s child?! This cannot be happening! I will not allow that bastard child to exist in this world! Indira, you useless fool — finish this now! Do whatever you have to do!”

Veda ranted for several long minutes, her voice growing more unhinged and vicious. She cursed Greer, cursed Calder, cursed the unborn baby that wasn’t even born yet. I listened silently, letting her anger feed my own. The news of the pregnancy only made my hatred burn hotter.

Later that evening, I decided Wells deserved to know the truth. I drove to his office, determined to open his eyes once and for all. He was sitting behind his desk when I entered, looking tired but composed.

“Wells, I need to talk to you,” I said urgently. “It’s about Greer and your father.”

He looked up, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What now, Indira?”

I told him everything — the affair, the pregnancy, the depth of Calder and Greer’s disgusting relationship. But he didn’t believe a single word that came out of my mouth.

“You’re lying,” he said coldly, his voice filled with disgust. “You’ve always hated Greer. This is just another one of your pathetic attempts to destroy her out of jealousy.”

I tried to show him evidence — messages, photos, timestamps, but he wouldn’t even look. He stood up abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Get out,” he ordered. “I don’t want to hear another word from you.”

He physically escorted me to the door and kicked me out of his office, slamming it shut behind me with finality.

I stood in the hallway, breathing hard, fists clenched. Fine. If Wells wanted to remain blind and delusional, that was his problem. I didn’t need him or his approval.

I walked away with a renewed, darker determination burning in my chest. I would never stop. Not until Greer was dead. Not until I had destroyed everything she held dear. That her stupid brand, her happiness, her life, and now that bastard child growing inside her.

She would pay for every humiliation. Every stolen moment with Calder. Every success she had stolen from me and Veda.

This wasn’t over.

It was only getting started.

I was still seething from Wells’ humiliating rejection when my phone buzzed with a new email notification. I opened it absentmindedly, expecting another frustrating update or bill. Instead, my eyes widened with dark pleasure as I read the contents.

I had been personally invited to the Royal Business Ball — the same prestigious, high-profile event where Greer had also been invited and nominated for multiple awards, including Best Rookie CEO.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face. This was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The universe was finally aligning in my favor. All the elite, the media, the powerful figures who mattered would be there in one grand hall. And so would Greer, parading around like she belonged, showing off her success while carrying Calder’s bastard child.

I immediately dialed Veda, unable to contain my excitement.

“Aunty,” I said the moment she answered, my voice smooth and laced with satisfaction. “I’ve just received an invitation to the Royal Business Ball. The same one Greer is attending.”

Veda’s tone sharpened with interest. “And?”

A wicked smile curved my lips as I stared out the window at the glittering city lights. “I have a plan.”

I didn’t say anything more. Some things were better kept secret until they could be executed perfectly.