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I spoke calmly, my voice steady.
Miles’s parents couldn’t take it anymore.
They tried to rush toward me, shouting at the top of their lungs.
“Lila! How could you do this to my son? He’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!”
Unfortunately for them, my security team had already anticipated this.
They didn’t even get close before being restrained.
On the massive screen behind me, a slideshow of Miles’s final moments played on loop—photos of him dying in Serena’s arms.
The explicit details were blurred out, but there was enough to leave no room for doubt.
The crowd stared, stunned into silence, before erupting into whispers.
“This guy was supposed to be a classy business executive… and he was doing that in public?”
“In the middle of downtown, no less. Talk about taking risks!”
“Looks like Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect after all.”
Miles’s dad gritted his teeth, glaring at the screen.
“It’s all that slut Serena’s fault! If I’d known, I would’ve kicked her to death that day!”
Oh, Miles. You loved attention in life, and I’ve made sure you got plenty in death.
The room buzzed with noise, people exchanging shocked comments, until the door suddenly opened.
A woman walked in, calm and composed, her movements deliberate.
She headed straight for Miles’s parents, pulling something from her sleeve—a knife.
Before anyone could react, she plunged it into their chests.
They barely had time to struggle before collapsing, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
Chaos erupted.
The woman pulled off her mask and hat, revealing her face.
It was Serena Blake.
She turned toward me, her expression hollow, her voice trembling with anger.
“Lila… are you happy now? You’ve destroyed my life. Are you finally satisfied?”
My bodyguards closed ranks around me, ready for anything.
I stayed calm, looking her directly in the eye.
“Serena, the only person who ruined your life is you. You’ve spent your entire existence trying to ruin other people’s."
"Remember what you did to me in college?"
"You started the rumors that I was sleeping with older men. You even sold yourself to pay off those gossipers, ensuring the lies spread like wildfire.”
Her face flickered with shock before she forced herself to appear unfazed.
“So, you’ve known all along,” she said quietly, her voice growing colder.
“I should’ve been more careful. Becoming your assistant—it was all part of your trap, wasn’t it?”
I didn’t answer.
There was nothing left to say.
The police arrived moments later and escorted Serena out.
After losing her uterus, the father of her child—some wealthy businessman—had cut her off completely.
Without her “leverage,” she was discarded like trash.
And his wife?
She didn’t let Serena off the hook, either.
With nowhere left to turn, Serena sought revenge.
And I made it easy for her.
I was the one who tipped her off about today’s funeral.
I told her Miles’s parents would be here.
Because why not let this funeral bury four people instead of just one?
I didn’t lose a thing.
It didn’t take long for Serena Blake to be sentenced to death.
As for Miles’s parents? I had no idea who ended up dealing with their bodies.
My best friend Grace texted me a celebratory message, asking how I managed to deal with both the cheater and the homewrecker.
I replied: “All thanks to my undying love for Miles.”
I’d spent years caring for him, managing every little detail of his life, earning his complete trust. He was so dependent on me that he never suspected a thing.
After I found out the truth about my parents’ deaths, I waited patiently for my moment.
As the end of the year approached, I bombarded Miles with next year’s partnership contracts from all our collaborators.
He was overwhelmed, staying up late every night to handle the workload.
It left Serena feeling neglected and annoyed.
Through their phone calls, I learned they were planning something “exciting” for New Year’s Eve.
That morning, Miles complained about severe gum pain.
I handed him some antibiotics—cephalexin—telling him it would help with the swelling.
He trusted me completely and didn’t hesitate to take five pills at once.
After breakfast, Miles announced he was heading out to deliver gifts to important clients.
I’d already made sure all the family cars were at the shop for maintenance—except for the one I drove most often.
What they didn’t know was that I’d installed cameras in the car.
I’d also left Serena’s favorite bottle of wine in there.
Miles and Serena always loved getting a thrill out of using my space for their games.
Miles had even drugged my milk before, bringing Serena into our bedroom to fool around while I was right there.
So, naturally, they couldn’t resist using my car for their little escapade.
Once the mood struck, Serena opened the wine to celebrate New Year’s Eve, toast their brilliant “plan” to get rid of me, and congratulate themselves on soon taking over my family’s fortune.
They got so caught up in their excitement that they didn’t think twice about mixing wine with antibiotics.
The result? Miles died at the height of his “celebration,” right in Serena’s arms.
Their grand schemes turned to dust in an instant.
And the money Miles worked so hard to earn? It’s all back in my pocket now.
The only regret I have is that my parents’ bodies were never found.
I visited their memorial at the cemetery, placing flowers on their empty graves.
“Dad, Mom, rest in peace. I’ll find your bodies one day, I promise. And I’ll protect our family. No one will take what’s ours.”
As I left the cemetery, a soft breeze brushed against my face.
My phone buzzed with a text. It was from Noah, my childhood friend.
“Lila, Master Theo is at my family’s vineyard. I know meeting him has always been your dream, and he’s agreed to see you.”
Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. This was the dream I thought I’d lost forever.
Another message came through:
“You said you’d handle everything in your family on your own. Now that it’s all done… can I finally pursue you?”
Miles’s parents couldn’t take it anymore.
They tried to rush toward me, shouting at the top of their lungs.
“Lila! How could you do this to my son? He’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!”
Unfortunately for them, my security team had already anticipated this.
They didn’t even get close before being restrained.
On the massive screen behind me, a slideshow of Miles’s final moments played on loop—photos of him dying in Serena’s arms.
The explicit details were blurred out, but there was enough to leave no room for doubt.
The crowd stared, stunned into silence, before erupting into whispers.
“This guy was supposed to be a classy business executive… and he was doing that in public?”
“In the middle of downtown, no less. Talk about taking risks!”
“Looks like Mr. Perfect wasn’t so perfect after all.”
Miles’s dad gritted his teeth, glaring at the screen.
“It’s all that slut Serena’s fault! If I’d known, I would’ve kicked her to death that day!”
Oh, Miles. You loved attention in life, and I’ve made sure you got plenty in death.
The room buzzed with noise, people exchanging shocked comments, until the door suddenly opened.
A woman walked in, calm and composed, her movements deliberate.
She headed straight for Miles’s parents, pulling something from her sleeve—a knife.
Before anyone could react, she plunged it into their chests.
They barely had time to struggle before collapsing, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
Chaos erupted.
The woman pulled off her mask and hat, revealing her face.
It was Serena Blake.
She turned toward me, her expression hollow, her voice trembling with anger.
“Lila… are you happy now? You’ve destroyed my life. Are you finally satisfied?”
My bodyguards closed ranks around me, ready for anything.
I stayed calm, looking her directly in the eye.
“Serena, the only person who ruined your life is you. You’ve spent your entire existence trying to ruin other people’s."
"Remember what you did to me in college?"
"You started the rumors that I was sleeping with older men. You even sold yourself to pay off those gossipers, ensuring the lies spread like wildfire.”
Her face flickered with shock before she forced herself to appear unfazed.
“So, you’ve known all along,” she said quietly, her voice growing colder.
“I should’ve been more careful. Becoming your assistant—it was all part of your trap, wasn’t it?”
I didn’t answer.
There was nothing left to say.
The police arrived moments later and escorted Serena out.
After losing her uterus, the father of her child—some wealthy businessman—had cut her off completely.
Without her “leverage,” she was discarded like trash.
And his wife?
She didn’t let Serena off the hook, either.
With nowhere left to turn, Serena sought revenge.
And I made it easy for her.
I was the one who tipped her off about today’s funeral.
I told her Miles’s parents would be here.
Because why not let this funeral bury four people instead of just one?
I didn’t lose a thing.
It didn’t take long for Serena Blake to be sentenced to death.
As for Miles’s parents? I had no idea who ended up dealing with their bodies.
My best friend Grace texted me a celebratory message, asking how I managed to deal with both the cheater and the homewrecker.
I replied: “All thanks to my undying love for Miles.”
I’d spent years caring for him, managing every little detail of his life, earning his complete trust. He was so dependent on me that he never suspected a thing.
After I found out the truth about my parents’ deaths, I waited patiently for my moment.
As the end of the year approached, I bombarded Miles with next year’s partnership contracts from all our collaborators.
He was overwhelmed, staying up late every night to handle the workload.
It left Serena feeling neglected and annoyed.
Through their phone calls, I learned they were planning something “exciting” for New Year’s Eve.
That morning, Miles complained about severe gum pain.
I handed him some antibiotics—cephalexin—telling him it would help with the swelling.
He trusted me completely and didn’t hesitate to take five pills at once.
After breakfast, Miles announced he was heading out to deliver gifts to important clients.
I’d already made sure all the family cars were at the shop for maintenance—except for the one I drove most often.
What they didn’t know was that I’d installed cameras in the car.
I’d also left Serena’s favorite bottle of wine in there.
Miles and Serena always loved getting a thrill out of using my space for their games.
Miles had even drugged my milk before, bringing Serena into our bedroom to fool around while I was right there.
So, naturally, they couldn’t resist using my car for their little escapade.
Once the mood struck, Serena opened the wine to celebrate New Year’s Eve, toast their brilliant “plan” to get rid of me, and congratulate themselves on soon taking over my family’s fortune.
They got so caught up in their excitement that they didn’t think twice about mixing wine with antibiotics.
The result? Miles died at the height of his “celebration,” right in Serena’s arms.
Their grand schemes turned to dust in an instant.
And the money Miles worked so hard to earn? It’s all back in my pocket now.
The only regret I have is that my parents’ bodies were never found.
I visited their memorial at the cemetery, placing flowers on their empty graves.
“Dad, Mom, rest in peace. I’ll find your bodies one day, I promise. And I’ll protect our family. No one will take what’s ours.”
As I left the cemetery, a soft breeze brushed against my face.
My phone buzzed with a text. It was from Noah, my childhood friend.
“Lila, Master Theo is at my family’s vineyard. I know meeting him has always been your dream, and he’s agreed to see you.”
Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. This was the dream I thought I’d lost forever.
Another message came through:
“You said you’d handle everything in your family on your own. Now that it’s all done… can I finally pursue you?”
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