Chapter 7
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Liam's pov
" Damnit damnit…shit!”
After all my efforts to get this document signed from the damn Kylie,she still chose that bastard. I never thought Kylie would love anybody asides me.
“You know,I can help you bring down Yamah and your wife..ohh I meant to say your ex wife, just one night Liam. You know every night back in those days I hear how Kylie screams and moans. Make love to me, just once liam" she said coming closer in an enticing way.
“I can't seerah,I still feel something for Kylie I can't do whatever you are asking"
“well how about I expose your s*x tape to the board of directors and guess what,you won't have a chance with the Yamah's group” she chuckled dangerously
“Wait seerah, which s*x tape"
“Ohh you mean the one where you were having s*x with Aurora in the hospital or the one where you were having s*x with Kylie’s supposed best friend" she chuckled again but this time it was deep.
“Seerah ok look what do you want?”
“Just one night Mr Liam then you and I will bring down those two lab rats"
I had no choice besides she was one hot house keeper. Seerah wasn't just a baddie she was toxic. The room was already filled with heat,there was no space between our bodies, I had never experienced this kind of fire from any of the women I have slept with. Seerah was so different her moves,her voice,her grip,her smell.
" Oh my goodness..you are so good Liam”
Her moans sounded like a rhythm in my ear, every sweat rolling down her neck seemed more tempting.
It was over two hours and we kept going on and on. Until I heard a knock on the door. The door creaked open and he just walked right in. He seemed like someone I never met.
" Did you get him to sleep with you”
" Yes hubby" she said
Husband!! Seerah was married.
“Now Mr Liam if you must care to know,I'm Klington Yamah, the elder brother to Yamah smith. I want Smith dead, then I take over that group while you work in hand with me”
Everything felt like a dream. At this point I wasn't sure to be happy or have regrets.
“Mr Klington sir, I just want my wife back and a signature that's all"
“I have your s*x clip with my wife, how about now?"
This b***h sabotaged me into sleeping with her.
" What's your offer sir?”
“Simple,kill my brother so I can be the next in line plus you can get your ex wife back"
" Deal, anything to get Kylie back”
I knew it was a hard decision but as long as Kylie is in the picture, then definitely I would do anything.
Yamah's pov
Everything seems to be normal but I still don't know why Kylie was fully naked on my bed with the sheets stained with blood.
" Um Mr Yamah your contract deal of seven hundred million dollars is ready to be signed” one of my staffs said.
Atleast it made me happier that I wasn't working for money, money was working for me.
I haven't Heard from Kylie since last night I'm curiosity even the worsened the pain that I felt from her absence. Dear she was sobbing cuddling her pillow in tears the only woman I really felt something for the only woman that I really felt peace from I love Kylie so much she wouldn't even believe that I was the one who put her in a better ward room in the hospital.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table, dragging my attention away from the image of Kylie burned into my thoughts. I frowned. Unknown number.
I hesitated for a second before answering.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then a breath. Slow. Careful.
“Mr. Yamah,” the voice finally spoke, low and strained, as if the caller was afraid of being overheard. “If you value your life, you’ll listen carefully.”
I straightened instantly. “Who is this?”
“You don’t need to know that. What you need to know is that your enemies are closer than you think.”
My grip tightened around the phone. “If this is a prank—”
“It’s not,” the voice cut in. “And this call will only happen once.”
A pause followed, heavy and deliberate.
“They’re not coming for you yet,” the caller continued. “They need you alive Cooperative. Confused.”
My heart began to pound. “Who are they?”
A faint chuckle escaped the line. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.”
I clenched my jaw. “Say what you called to say.”
Another pause.
“Kylie,” the voice said quietly.
My breath caught. “What about her?”
“She’s not missing. She’s not safe either.”
Cold spread through my chest.
“She’s being watched,” the caller went on. “Controlled without chains. They won’t hurt her—not yet. She’s leverage.”
I stood up abruptly. “Where is she?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“You expect me to trust a faceless voice making threats about my wife”
“wife to be” the voice corrected. “And yes. Because if you don’t, this ends badly.”
The line crackled, as if the signal was breaking.
“There’s a contract,” the caller added quickly. “Seven hundred million. They want your signature.”
My eyes narrowed. “And if I refuse?”
“They tighten the noose. Slowly. Around her.”
Rage burned through me, hot and uncontrollable. “Who sent you?”
“No one,” the voice replied. “I’m trying to stay alive.”
Before I could say another word, the call ended.
I stared at the phone in disbelief.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I replayed every word. Kylie being watched. A contract. Someone inside my circle.
I immediately dialed her number.
Straight to voicemail.
Again.
Nothing.
I swore under my breath and grabbed my jacket. Whoever was behind this thought I would panic. Thought I would rush blindly.
They were wrong.
If Kylie was leverage, then I needed to act like I didn’t know she was in danger.
I called my head of security instead.
“Double the internal surveillance,” I said calmly. “No alerts. No noise. I want names, movements, and phone records. Quietly.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call and stared out the window, my reflection staring back at me—controlled, composed, furious.
Whoever thought they were playing chess with me had underestimated one thing.
I would burn the entire board down before I let them touch her.
My phone vibrated again.
Another unknown number.
I answered immediately.
“Talk,” I said.
This time, the voice on the other end wasn’t cautious.
It was amused.
“Good,” the voice said smoothly. “I was hoping you’d answer.”
My blood ran cold.
“Because now,” he continued, “the game has officially begun.”
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