Chapter 113


    Late at night, Ethan wearily found his way home, the silence enveloping the house in its usual stillness.


    Carefully shedding his suit and tie, he ventured further inside, where the quiet darkness was abruptly


    shattered by the sudden flicker of light, revealing Be.


    “Ethan,” she purred, her voice hanging in the air. He, in turn, questioned, “It’ste, why are you still


    up?”


    “I was waiting for you,” she exined, her eyes betraying a hint of longing. Ethan released a sigh and


    continued toward the foyer, intending to Just ignore her and retreat for the night.


    “Ethan, wait,” she called, following him.


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    “Be not now, I’m exhausted, I need sleep.” He stated.


    She sighed. I’m sorry. I really am” she pleaded.


    “How long will we continue like this? I apologize; I didn’t know what came over me,” she said, her misty


    eyes locking onto his.


    “You remember, right? We could have had kids, like that age,” she whispered, closing the distance


    between them. Her fingers expertly trailed through his neckline, a subtle touch that spoke volumes.


    She sighed, resting her head on his chest, creating an innocent yet intimate moment between them.


    Ethan inhaled a shaky, heavy breath. Despite the concealed face, Be’s demeanor


    held a small smile.


    “I made dinner, all by myself,” she proudly announced, leading the way to the dining hall. There, she


    switched on the lights, unveiling the carefully set table with a practiced smile that masked her true


    intentions.


    “I know you’re mad. I don’t like how our rtionship has been the past few days, weeks rather,” she


    cun ningly admitted, her eyes feigning sincerity as she awaited a response. Ethan remained silent


    watching her quietly.


    She bit her l*ps. She imagined this might have happened, she had however prepared ahead.


    Her hand moved to her wrist delicately, a calcted move to evoke concern.


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    Ethan’s worry heightened, furrowing his brow as he noticed her wrist was bandaged. “What


    happened?” he questioned, his genuine concern ying right into her hands.


    “Erm, it’s nothing,” she dismissed with a carefully crafted nonchnce.


    “I just hurt myself lightly while trying to make food,” she exined.


    “It’s too bad I’m weak. I don’t heal fast enough,” she added with a fabricated sad smile, manipting


    the situation to garner his sympathy.


    “Please,e eat with me,” she implored, stretching her arm out. Ethan, caught in a web of conflicting


    emotions, hesitated. Despite what had happened, she was still his wife, and the effort she had put into


    the dinner weighed on him. With a resigned sigh, he made his way to the table, settling into the chair.


    She watched him eat and after some minutes she spoke up.


    “Ethan,” Be called, reaching out to hold his hand on the table. “Can we do this more? Have dinner


    together as we used to?” she pleaded, her eyes filled with anticipation. His gaze was hazy.


    “Sure,” he finally answered. She passed him a ss of wine, and he took it, his thoughts still veiled.


    “So, you’lle home early from now so we can eat together,” she stated with a hopeful smile,


    watching him closely. A yawn escaped Ethan, signaling his exhaustion.


    He nodded tiredly.


    “Goodnight,” he said lightly, giving her a k*ss on top of her head. She smiled, bidding him goodnight as


    he ascended the stairs, heading to their room. She watched him a small smile creeping it’s way to her


    face.


    Be sat in the room long after Ethan left. Her mind and thoughts were reeling. She stood after some


    time, walking around her home, touching the exquisite and expensive furniture with a thoughtful look on


    her face. That poor omega girl hade a long way, from nothing, and she wasn’t about to go back to


    being a nob*dy ever again. She swore with tears in her eyes.


    Orphaned at an early age, she and her brother were pushed to do certain things she wasn’t proud of.


    At twelve, she could already pick pockets and steal from people. She had light fingers. Before she


    turned sixteen, she graduated from that to something else that could earn her even more money; she


    left her packpletely with her older brother.


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    There, she met someone from ck Axe. He had a business offer for her. It was lucrative, and she


    jumped right into it. Until an incident almost eight years ago now. She killed three people. Then she


    fled. Luckily for her, when she worked for that pack cult, she kept her face partly hidden. There was a


    big misunderstanding one day she ended up ending the life of the boss there, and two other people.


    Afterwards, she fled, relieved no one knew what had happened. Things were covered hurriedly


    because there was a fire that day, a fire she had caused to clear off the evidence of what she did.


    She’d taken off her hoodie and everything she had on because of the heat, and she had thrown it into


    the mes as well as she watched the warehouse burn.


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    But what she didn’t know was that someone had actually seen her at the scene of what happened,


    seen her face. Someone who could it be? she wondered. After she fled, she engaged in petty activities


    and worked at a bar. Acting weak and docile came easily to her; she was a skilled maniptor. She


    had no idea that someone had been watching her.


    One day, a stranger approached her, acknowledging her proficiency in


    manipting people. He mentioned knowing someone interested in hiring her for an important job. The


    person she met that night was Gabriel. He left a contact card for her at the bar and departed. Be at


    that time was feeling exhausted andpletely burnt out from the kind of work she was doing. From


    working three shifts a day, desperately needed opportunity, so she grabbed it calling the number on the


    card. However, the card waspletely nk, with only a number written on it.


    She was contracted and given a job over the phone.


    That job, was Ethan. She had no idea who the person was that hired her; the only time she ever


    discussed with him was over the phone. The only thing she knew about him was his name: Derrick. His


    instruction was simple – all she had to do was be Ethan’s new mate, to get Hazel to leave Ethan.


    She seeded in running Hazel off, but the moment she achieved that, Derrick never contacted her


    again. She was paid a massive sum of money, enough to set her off for life. However, she couldn’t


    leave. But she couldn’t leave, She had experienced for a moment what it was like to be the woman of


    someone prominent. And when she tasted it first hand, having money, such control and people


    underneath her, she couldn’t turn back to the streets. It would never happen to her ever again. She was


    done being that orphaned omega that had to scramble for every single thing. Gabriel on the other hand


    said he had never met with the main man ever in his life as well. He knew nothing about him. Gabriel


    too have vanished he However suddenly pooped back into her life again few months


    ago.


    At that time, her mind was made up; there was no use clinging to nothing. The best thing she could do


    was make use of whatever opportunities she could find. And that was precisely what she did. She had


    no regrets; she would do it time and time again. To remain where she was, she was ready to die in the


    position as Mrs. Wild. She would rather die than return to the streets, she swore inwardly.