Capítulo 11: First Victim
Mariana liked to see his smirk. It carried a mix of arrogance and charm that never failed to draw her in. She cuddled close, her fingers lightly trailing down his chest, and whispered against his ear, her voice low and teasing. "If you look this good in the morning, you're going to force me to fuck you."
Travis turned towards her, eyebrows raised in playful surprise. "Let's do that later," he said, a smirk creeping back. "I need to get my money back first."
"What money?" she asked, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen with the dishes. The loose shirt she wore swayed with her steps, giving him fleeting glimpses of her bare legs. Travis followed, leaning against the counter as she started rinsing the plates.
"Well, before I got arrested, I invested $10 million in different companies. Depending on how they performed, I could either be insanely rich right now… or dead broke," he explained, his tone casual but tinged with frustration.
Mariana glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, so how do you plan on getting it?"
"That's where the problem is," Travis admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Unless you erased all records of me being in jail, there's no way I'm getting any of that money back."
"That's what I did, though," she said nonchalantly, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Her words left him momentarily stunned before he crossed the kitchen in two quick strides and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.
The intensity of it caught her off guard, her body stiffening for a brief second before melting into his embrace. His hands cupped her face as their lips moved together, his gratitude spilling into the kiss. When he pulled back, his grin stretched wide, his brown eyes shining with genuine affection.
"You're really a gift from God," he said earnestly, his voice thick with emotion.
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down with a shy smile. "Well, that's what a wife is supposed to be, right?" she murmured, meeting his gaze with an expression so soft and full of love it made his chest ache.
It was clear to anyone—even Travis, with his usual obliviousness—that Mariana was utterly in love with him.
He held her gaze for a moment longer, wondering what he'd done to deserve someone like her in his life. Whatever it was, he silently vowed not to take her for granted.
Finally, he stepped back, his smirk returning as his mind switched gears. Now it's time to get back at them, he thought, his determination flaring to life.
...
A few days later, Travis sat in front of his computer, the glow of the screen illuminating his sharp, focused eyes. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the computer's fan and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keyboard. He'd spent hours compiling information, digging through countless articles, financial records, and social media profiles. He wasn't just researching—he was hunting. And now, he had decided who his first target would be.
Lyra Everhart.
'She's probably the easiest,' he thought, leaning back in his chair with a sly grin. ' And I mean that in every sense. '
Lyra had a reputation for being loose—not just in her business dealings, but in her personal life as well. She was known for her carefree, impulsive nature, and Travis was confident he could exploit that.
He glanced over at the corner of the room where Mariana sat reading, unbothered by his plans. They'd already discussed this. She'd given him her full blessing to meet with other women, even if those meetings turned intimate. Mariana's trust was unwavering, and though Travis didn't plan to cross any lines, he wouldn't rule out the possibility if the situation called for it.
Lyra Everhart was no ordinary target. A renowned businesswoman, she had built an empire of nightclubs and clothing stores scattered across the city. At the age of 32, she was considered a prodigy in entrepreneurship. Her businesses had never seen a loss—a rare achievement that had garnered her respect in the industry. But her personal life told a different story.
Travis sifted through multiple online articles and gossip forums that painted a vivid picture of Lyra's personality. Despite her status as a millionaire, she lived a wild, unrestrained life. Paparazzi photos frequently showed her with a revolving door of lovers, and rumors swirled about her frequent visits to host clubs.
'Which i totally believe. I mean the first thing she bought after getting her first million was a male stripper,' Travis thought with a snort. This woman doesn't have an ounce of shame.
Still, he knew that her lack of discretion made her the perfect entry point for his plans. With all the information he had gathered, Travis formulated his approach. Tracking her down would be tricky for most people, but for someone like him—with his skills and experience—it was laughably easy.
He managed to pinpoint the headquarters of one of her companies, a sleek, modern high-rise in the heart of the city. From there, he devised his strategy. Using an alias, he sent a package addressed to a random employee at Lyra's company, ensuring it would slip through unnoticed. Inside the package was a sleek, inconspicuous USB drive loaded with software designed to infiltrate their network.
'Good thing I included a polite little note to make it look innocent,' he thought, smirking. The note was carefully worded to pique curiosity, something along the lines of:
"Found this while cleaning out old files and thought your company might want it back. It seems important. Best regards."
The bait was set, and now all Travis had to do was wait. The memory stick wasn't just a tool—it was a key to unlocking everything he needed to bring Lyra to her knees. He closed his laptop with a sense of satisfaction, leaning back in his chair.
"Time to see how fast she falls," he muttered under his breath, his eyes glinting with determination.
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