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.

the time comes,” he reminded her. She was the

already treated Francis like a stranger that had

“Don’t worry. You and Mom

in the way. don’t care if my dad

to muse about how Naomi had managed to raise her

the French windows of the luxurious hotel suite. He had on a white high-collared sweater, but despite how warm it looked, it did nothing to

you found her?” Arthur’s angry eyes

is difficult for us to know what she really looks like because of how well the heavy makeup

hearing that. He remembered how much of a nightmare the woman

into his car with yers of makeup and that

even insulted him with

tastes.

personally given to him so that he could

been stolen

look and wait for the woman. We will be notified immediately if

just wait. He also didn’t want his belongings to be touched by the woman. As someone who had mysophobia, he was disgusted by

lingering scent of the other person

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