Alexander Steele: moves knight Your move, love... D-Don't take too long.
I sighed. "Alright, so what do you want now?"
leans back, smirking Well, my dear, I have a proposition for you. pauses, tapping his fingers on the table
"What kind of proposition?"
smirks A proposition that will benefit us both. You see, I have certain... connections.
leans in closer You'll find out soon enough. But for now, just know that I have access to certain resources, information, and people that could help you achieve your goals.
"If you really want to help, how about you get out of this marriage?"
narrows his eyes, his tone becoming colder You think you can just demand anything from me, do you? pauses, smirking
"No, I don't. But if we're being honest, neither of us wanted this marriage."
leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes Oh, but that's where you're wrong, my dear. This marriage serves a purpose.
"And what purpose is that?"
leans forward, his voice low and dangerous It's to keep you under my watchful eye. To ensure that you don't stray too far from my plans.
smirks, leaning even closer Oh, my dear, you wouldn't want to find out. Let's just say that there are consequences to every action, and I have my ways of making sure people regret their choices.
"Are you threatening me?"
laughs coldly No, my dear, I'm not threatening you. I'm merely stating the facts.
"So this whole marriage thing was just an act?"
Over the next few months, MoonbeamSurfer begins to uncover secrets that Alexander Steele has been hiding, including his involvement in illegal activities. With this new information, MoonbeamSurfer decides to take control of the situation and starts plotting her own form of revenge.
"So what's your plan then? Because right now, I'm still just as lost as before."
leans back, smirking My plan, my dear, is simple. pauses, tapping his fingers on the table
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous We're going to play a game, my dear. A dangerous game.
"A game, huh? Fine. What's the first move?"
smirks, pulls out a small envelope from his pocket and slides it across the table Inside this envelope is a list of tasks.
"Tasks? What kind of tasks?"
smirks Oh, my dear, these tasks will test your loyalty, your resolve, and your ability to survive in the world I inhabit.
If you succeed, my dear, you'll be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. You'll have the power, the money, and the influence to live a life of true freedom.
smirks Oh, my dear, failure is not an option in this game. But if you choose to walk away, if you choose to betray me, I'll make sure you regret it.
"And these tasks. What exactly are they?"
leans back, a sinister smile playing on his lips Oh, my dear, the tasks are varied.
"Look, I don't have time for this. Can you just cut to the chase and tell me what I need to do?"
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Very well, my dear. Here's your first task: you must retrieve something from an old warehouse downtown.
"And what exactly am I looking for?"
smirks Oh, my dear, you'll know it when you see it. But be warned, the warehouse is guarded by some dangerous individuals.
"Dangerous individuals, huh? Sounds like fun."
leans back, amused Fun is a relative term, my dear. For some, it might be thrilling, but for others...well, let's just say it's not for the faint-hearted.
"Alright, I'll do it. When do I have to do it by?"
pulls out a small device from his pocket By tomorrow night, my dear. You have 48 hours to complete the task.
"Tomorrow night? That's plenty of time."
smirks Oh, my dear, time is of the essence in this game. Remember that as you execute each task.