CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
1068 Words
Done Playing Nice
Liam paused at the door, his fingers tightening around the handle. His mind raced as he processed the latest information. Things were not going according to his plans, and now, he had to act fast.
“Boss, I think Madam Elsa knows about this,” Carter said cautiously.
Liam turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto him.
“We received a report that she met with an unknown man yesterday. He gave her these files,” Carter continued, handing over a copy. “I think someone is playing games here—killing Mr. Johnson and trying to frame you for the murder. Madam Elsa already seemed suspicious of you, but now, I think it’s worse.”
Liam exhaled deeply, flipping through the documents. His jaw tightened.
“Should we tell her about it?” Carter asked.
“No. Let her think she’s ahead. I want to see how she reacts to this piece of information,” Liam said coldly, his eyes darkening. “But someone is pulling the strings, and they think I’m their chess piece. Find Gary.”
With that, he left the room.
The next morning, Elsa descended the grand staircase, her every step deliberate and graceful. She was breathtaking—dressed in a fitted silk gown that clung to her curves in just the right places. A hint of cleavage peeked through, teasingly modest yet undeniably seductive. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, her lips painted a deep shade of red, and her perfume lingered like a whispered promise in the air.
But her true weapon wasn’t just her beauty—it was her demeanor. She played the part of the perfect woman, her voice soft, her eyes filled with feigned admiration.
She had one mission: to seduce Liam.
Liam, however, was not fooled. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, and if she thought she could manipulate him, she was in for a rough time.
Later that evening, Elsa locked herself in her room, her phone in hand, watching videos on how to seduce a cold, strong-hearted man.
“The first step,” the video instructed, “is to look irresistibly beautiful. Show just enough skin to drive him crazy, but not too much to appear desperate.”
She smirked, scrolling through her wardrobe. She knew exactly what to wear.
Minutes later, she emerged, draped in a sheer black lingerie set that clung to her curves like a second skin. The lace barely concealed her full breasts, and the satin fabric accentuated her toned thighs. Her robe, loosely tied, allowed teasing glimpses of her exposed skin as she walked. In her hand, she carried a bottle of wine.
She knocked on Liam’s door lightly before stepping in.
Liam sat on his couch, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his muscular frame relaxed yet exuding dominance. His gaze flickered over her—just for a second—but that second was enough for her to know she had caught his attention.
She approached, her hips swaying seductively.
“Hi, Liam,” she purred, setting the wine down beside his bed. “You must be exhausted from all this work. Let me help you relax a little.”
She leaned in, her fingers grazing his tie as she slowly loosened it.
Liam’s jaw clenched. His dark eyes bore into hers, unreadable. Then, without warning, he shoved her away.
Elsa stumbled, nearly falling to the floor. Shock flickered in her eyes before it was replaced with rage. She wanted to strangle him—but she swallowed her anger. If she wanted to win this game, she had to be patient.
Without another word, she turned and walked away, already formulating a new strategy.
The next day, Elsa had a new idea. If seduction didn’t work, she would win his heart through his stomach.
She spent hours in the kitchen, preparing an elaborate dinner. Every dish was crafted with precision, her hands moving with a certain determination. As she cooked, she smiled, almost certain that this would finally break Liam’s icy exterior.
Liam, from a distance, watched her. A smirk played on his lips. He found it amusing how persistent she was. But he wasn’t going to make this easy for her.
So, he sent a message to Mr. Cartel:
“I need an actress. Beautiful. Seductive. I want Elsa to see her with me tonight.”
Hours later, Elsa finally finished setting the dining table. The aroma of the dishes filled the air, making her proud of her effort.
“Go call Liam,” she instructed one of the maids.
She adjusted the candles, ensuring everything was perfect. But when she heard footsteps approaching, her heart nearly stopped.
Liam walked in—with another woman.
The woman was stunning. She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her sun-kissed skin glowing under the dim lights. Her dress, a sleek red number with a dangerously high slit, revealed her toned, flawless legs. She had the kind of beauty that turned heads effortlessly, and Elsa felt her stomach twist at the sight.
Elsa’s face dropped in disappointment.
Liam smirked. “Oh, you made us dinner? How thoughtful.”
He pulled out a chair and sat down, guiding the woman onto his lap. His fingers trailed over her bare thigh as he inhaled the aroma of the food. Deep inside, he wanted to devour every single dish Elsa had made—but he wasn’t about to let her think she was winning.
“Meet my girlfriend, Racheal,” Liam said smoothly before planting a kiss on the woman’s cheek. He then spoon-fed her a bite of Elsa’s carefully prepared dish, his gaze never leaving Elsa’s face.
Elsa’s blood boiled.
Her fists clenched under the table as she watched him touch, caress, and openly disrespect her as his wife.
At that moment, something inside her snapped.
She no longer wanted his love. She no longer cared about making him fall for her.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the bowl of hot soup she had worked so hard to prepare—and dumped it all over him and his little girlfriend.
A stunned silence filled the room.
Liam’s smirk disappeared. The woman gasped, shrieking in shock.
But Elsa? She simply turned on her heels, walking away majestically as if she had just reclaimed her throne.
This was war.
And Elsa? She was done playing nice.
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