I need to get rid of her

Book:The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy Published:2024-11-22

IMELDA
My heart twisted with fury as I watched Bella. That damned bitch had everything handed to her on a platter of gold. First, it was landing a job I couldn’t even get despite how many times I tried. She wasn’t the only one who emailed them, but she was the only fucking one they replied to!
She got the job and cracked their identity within a fucking month!
I was stripped of my position as the best journalist, and they gave the title to her. She didn’t have to work for it to get the position. Something I toiled for months to obtain.
I can still recall how many fucking sacrifices I made to reach the levels I did, only for her to get it just because of one damned case!
How could she be this fucking lucky?
But that wasn’t all. Not only did she get a new office, but her income increased by 50 per cent. Something I couldn’t even boast of. Her salary was almost at the same level as that of the director. Yet, here I was, struggling with mine.
However, that wasn’t what caused my anger. All those were minor compared to the gossip going around the office. Bella was dating the bosses, I was told. Not only one, but two of them. She was dating the most illegible bachelors.
I gripped my pen hard as I watched her conversing with Chris as they walked towards her office. I ached to wipe that fucking smile off her face.
She thought she had achieved what no other person hadn’t. Dating our bosses was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
“Imelda, are you okay?” Charlotte, my best friend, asked as she sat on the desk opposite mine.
“No, I’m not.”
I got up from the chair I was sitting on and stormed towards the door. I wasn’t freaking okay.
Not with Bella smiling as she flaunted her relationship. I would never be okay unless she fucking dies! I want her the fuck out of the way.
My phone rang the moment I stepped into the restroom. Fishing it out of my pocket, I answered without checking the caller’s ID. It was my personal phone and not my work number, so I knew the number of people who had it was limited.
“Am I speaking with Miss Imelda?” The stranger asked.
“Pardon?” Blinking, I checked the phone to be certain it was my private phone and not the one I use for work.
“How did you get my number?” I seethed.
“You don’t have to sound that surprised, Imelda Beatrice Winter Wood.”
I blinked when I heard him call my full name. No one else knew about my fourth name aside from my family. I didn’t even use that on my ID. I hated that my family named me Winter. Summer would have been fucking better.
“Who are you,” I whispered as I gripped the phone hard. “How did you know my third name?” I demanded, eager to know who the caller was and how they knew a name no one else knew about. Not even my close friends.
“It doesn’t matter. None of your questions are relevant. What you should ask is why I called you. Aren’t you curious?”
The voice sounded strange. At first, it sounded like a man, but the more we spoke, the more it seemed feminine. However, his last question was asked in a masculine voice, confusing the hell out of me as I wondered if I was speaking to a man or a woman.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know that. What you should concern yourself to know is why I called you.”
“I don’t fucking wish to know that!” I yelled out, furious. “Who the freaking hell are you? How did you get my number?”
He laughed, the sound cold. “You are amusing, Imelda. Tell me, are you that desperate to know who I am?”
“If you don’t want to tell me, then I don’t see any reason to continue this discussion with you.” I removed the phone from my ear, and made to press the red button, but froze when I heard his/her next question.
“Don’t you want to get rid of Bella?”
Blinking, I placed the phone on my left ear. “What are you talking about?” I whispered as I looked around, to be certain I was the only one in the restroom. Having others overhearing the conversation was the last thing I wanted.
“Do you?”
“What the freaking hell is wrong with you? Just answer my fucking question!” I growled at him.
“I don’t owe you a response, Miss Imelda. I only called because you seem to share my sentiment. We both have an enemy. You want Bella gone, and I need to have her out of the way.”
“Why? Did she do anything to you?” I wondered aloud. Even though the thought of getting rid of Bella thrilled me more than anything had ever done, I couldn’t help but suspect the person calling.
What if this was a trap set by Bella? I wouldn’t put it past her to hire someone to pretend to hate her.
“You don’t have to be wary of me, Miss Imelda. Bella did not send me to do this. I work for no one,” he said, almost as if he could hear my thoughts. “Are you interested in my proposition?”
“Which proposal?”
“I have plans on how well to get rid of her. All I need is for you to cooperate with me,” she/he explained.
“Why do you think I will help you?”
“Because you will. I know how much you hate her. I can feel your resentment towards her because it’s almost the same as the one I feel.”
“But -”
“Are you willing to work with me?”
“What if we get caught? I don’t want to do anything illegal. I don’t even know you. What’s to prove I’m not getting tricked?”
“No, you are not. You have no cause to be worried about your safety. I will take care of everything. All I need is your consent. Are you ready to work with me?”
I hesitated for a moment before I replied, “Yes. As long as you don’t implicate me.”
“You have my words.”