100 Days to Seduce the Devil



Day Seventy…

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Jane relished the moment, savoring the sight of Helena—or more accurately, Monica—quivering in shock. The revelation had laid bare a long-concealed secret, and Jane took pleasure in the turmoil of emotions swirling within Monica. 

In Monica's eyes, there was a mix of concern and anxiety that betrayed her inner turmoil. Jane couldn't help but enjoy the fear that enveloped Monica, a reminder that the past had resurfaced, and their confrontation had taken a dramatic turn.

Without wasting any more time, Jane decided to take a leave. She was done declaring war with Monica. This was just the start of her revenge. Jane was determined to ensure that Monica would experience the same anguish and suffering that she had endured. With a resolute sense of purpose, she left the private booth with the promise of impending retribution hanging heavily in the air.

Monica could only stand there, her eyes still tinged with the remnants of shock and disbelief. However, the shock soon gave way to a seething, burning anger that coursed through her system like a raging fire. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

  'Phantomflake,' she mumbled inwardly in her gritted teeth, her determination simmering. 'Just you wait. In our next encounter, I'll ensure that you'll never see the sun again.' Her vow carried a  hint of vengeance. She was lucky that Phantomflake didn't kill her today. She wondered how much memories she had recovered.

Monica had no time to dwell on this as she had more pressing matters to attend to– Vincent's Betrayal! She grabbed her coat, using it to cover her body since Jane ripped her blouse. Then she hastily retrieved her purse and exited the booth, determined to search for her underlings. A sense of bewilderment gripped her as she scanned the surroundings. There was a conspicuous absence – her bodyguards were nowhere to be found. 

"Where could they have disappeared to?" Monica muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration and annoyance. Doubts gnawed at her. "Could it be that Phantomflake had seen through my plan?" The unsettling possibility weighed heavily on her mind as she urgently moved, preparing to leave the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Jane had already reunited with Hanabi and Cherry outside the restaurant. They all got into the car, and as the engine roared to life, the two ladies fixed their gaze on Jane, their eyes brimming with curiosity.

Hanabi couldn't contain her eagerness and asked, "So, how did it go?" The anticipation in her voice was evident, and Cherry echoed the sentiment with a nod, both eagerly awaiting Jane's account of the recent meet-up.

Jane's eyes lit up with delight as she directed the two ladies' attention toward the restaurant's entrance. Following her gaze, Hanabi and Cherry soon spotted Helena, who was hastily exiting the restaurant.

"Oh, that's Helena. But why is she here? And where's Vincent?" Cherry inquired, her curiosity piqued as she glanced at Jane for answers.

Jane furrowed her brow, contemplating the situation. "I believe Vincent isn't aware of this meeting. Helena came here to confront me. She might have come across my message," she explained. 

After a brief pause, Jane continued, her tone firm, "But I finally got the truth. I've confirmed her identity. She's not Helena. She's Monica, assuming Helena's identity." Jane's lips curled up into an evil smile as she conveyed the recently discovered revelation to her friends.

"Who's Monica?" Hanabi asked them, darting her gaze back and forth between Jane and Cherry.

Jane heaved a deep sigh. "It's a long story." Jane refused to give her details about the past because it involved Nathan and his organization.

However, even before she could stop Cherry from revealing the past, Cherry interjected, offering a succinct summary of the complex backstory. "Hmm. To make the story short, Monica is Nathan's former lover, and Sis Jane was responsible for her assassination. Monica's death triggered a brutal retaliation from Nathan and the Syphiruz Mafia, leading to a devastating attack on our assassin guild. They succeeded in wiping out almost everyone, leaving only Sis and me as the sole survivors of the Phantom Assassin Guild." Her words carried the weight of a painful history, and the weight of their past experiences lingered palpably.

Upon hearing Cherry's backstory of their tragic past, Hanabi was overcome by a potent mix of shock and anger. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the details of Nathan's vengeful actions unraveled before her. 

"Nathan Sparks did that?! Then we must inform your father about this! Our clan just formed an alliance with the Syphiruz Mafia. They are our enemies! How can he hurt you and your guild!" Anger surged through her, igniting a fierce determination as she realized the extent of the pain and devastation inflicted upon Jane and her guild by Nathan and the Syphiruz Mafia.

Jane cast a fleeting but cautionary gaze at Cherry, silently conveying her apprehension. She held deep concern about the repercussions of the story on Hanabi and her father, fearing that they might develop a strong animosity toward Nathan and hold the Syphiruz Mafia entirely responsible. Jane understood that, in reality, both Nathan and she were victims of Monica's intricate schemes.

"Hanabi, please calm down. Don't blame Nathan for this. Nathan and I already reconciled." Jane tried to soothe Hanabi's anger. 

Deep inside, Jane held a deep sense of protective concern toward Nathan that she didn't want her father to know about their past conflict. She wished to shield Nathan from unjust blame and ensure that the truth about Monica's manipulation prevailed.

"I'm sorry, Sis," Cherry apologized. She said something she shouldn't have, causing trouble for Jane.

However, Jane responded with a reassuring smile, putting Cherry at ease. "No need to worry; it's okay," she said calmly before adding, "Now, I have to go and meet Nathan. There's something I need to retrieve from him." 

As she uttered those words, Jane looked at her palm, where she held several strands of Monica's hair. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she contemplated the strands, recognizing their significance. She intended to use them for a DNA test, securing irrefutable proof and evidence of Monica's existence.

'Nathan deserves to know the truth. Monica is alive and she has been deceiving Nathan for so long.'