Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It suddenly felt like Naomi was cold hearted enough to do anything then. Francis was the one who forced her to the point of no return. She and her daughter would really not have any share of the company if she didn’t do something about it.

She went upstairs and took a bottle of pills from the corner of a cabinet. She then poured the content into a bottle of antihypertensive pills that Francis now had to take one pill daily.

The newly added pills would not immediately cause death. What it would do was trigger Francis’ ailment by increasing his blood pressure and causing him to have heart problems. It could easily lead to a heart-attack-induced accident.

This would be a murder without a weapon. Francis only had himself to blame for this.

After she had poured the pills into the container, she sent Alex a message, ‘I have switched out the pills. We will let him take it consistently for a few days, and

you can find a chance to take him somewhere far before we execute our plan.

Alex’s reply came soon after. ‘Got it. Thank you, Naomi.’

Francis took a pill before he slept that night, and Naomi coldly watched him do it.

Erica was staying over at Alex’s place for the night. Her mother had reminded her to not tell Alex regarding her birth, which was why she had to keep it to herself despite how there were no secrets between her and Alex.

he reminded her. She was the one

treated Francis like a stranger that had

voice, “Don’t worry. You and Mom can go ahead as planned.

way. don’t care if my dad lives

that, Alex began to muse about how Naomi had managed to raise her daughter to be as cruel as she

suite. He had on a white high-collared sweater, but despite how warm it looked, it did nothing to suppress the chill

haven’t you found her?” Arthur’s angry eyes glared

know what she really looks like because of how well the heavy makeup she had on

his eyes upon hearing that. He remembered how much

yers of makeup and that cheap perfume

even insulted him with

tastes.

would really have lost his family heirloom if he still couldn’t find her. The heirloom was something that his mother had personally given to him so that he could hand it to his wife, and have

now, it had been stolen by

be keeping an eye on all the second-hand jewelry stores as we look and wait for the woman. We will be notified immediately if she were to visit

belongings to be touched by the woman. As someone who had mysophobia, he was disgusted by the thought

there was a lingering scent of the other person even if his item was to

something of little importance. This, however, was a family heirloom that had been passed down for more than two centuries. There was only one of it in the world. It