Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 134: Before Midnight

After a long and exhausting day spent on public service and political duties, Baroness Angela Dodson of Kesteven finally returned to her estate. The moment she stepped inside, she kicked off her heels with a tired sigh. The weight of responsibility had settled deep into her bones. She headed straight to the bath.

Steam curled around her curvy figure she maintained despite her age as she soaked in the scented water, letting the heat seep into her muscles. It was an alluring scene for any man to turn hard. When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a luxurious white bathrobe and with her damp hair tied loosely, she felt a measure of comfort returning to her body.

However, the peace was short-lived.

As she entered her bedroom, her breath caught in her throat.

A woman sat silently on her bedside rocking chair, entirely cloaked in black. Her face was partially hidden beneath a veil, her presence so sudden and unsettling that it sent a jolt of fear up Angela’s spine.

She hadn’t heard a door open. No alarms had been triggered. No warnings had reached her from her trained security team stationed at every entrance.

Angela instinctively glanced toward the discreet panic button beneath her bedside table, but before she could make a move, the woman spoke in a calm and measured voice.

"Lady Angela Dodson of Kesteven, Co-Chairman of the Opposition Party. Am I speaking to the right person?"

Angela’s mind raced. Whoever this woman was, she had bypassed a security system run by former military professionals. That alone told her this was no ordinary intruder.

Choosing diplomacy over confrontation, she answered cautiously, "Yes, I am Angela. May I know who you are and why you’ve broken into my private quarters?"

The woman gave a faint shrug. "Forgive the intrusion. But it was the only way to ensure your dignity remains intact."

Angela frowned. "I don’t understand. Have I wronged you somehow?"

The woman shook her head. "Not at all. In fact, I knew nothing of you before today. I am simply delivering a message on behalf of my employer."

Without another word, she held up a mobile phone and tilted it toward Angela, playing a video without hesitation.

Angela’s face drained of color.

On the screen was clear footage of her and her driver... engaged in an intimate act. The camera angle suggested a hidden device... one planted with precision. Her cheeks flushed crimson with humiliation, and she instinctively looked away.

"How... How did you get this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The woman replied coolly, "How we obtained it is irrelevant. What matters is that you now understand why I’m here."

Angela sank onto the edge of her bed, her confidence unraveling with every second.

She remained silent for several moments, hands clenched in her lap.

Finally, she looked up and whispered, "What do you want from me?"

"Very little," said the woman. "All we ask is your cooperation. Follow our instructions when the time comes, and we’ll ensure your name and legacy remain untainted."

if I refuse?" Angela asked, though the answer

disgrace and irrelevance," the woman

sharp breath. "I haven’t committed any crimes by having a relationship

faint smile. "Then perhaps this will

her jacket and pulled out a black folder, which she placed gently

said, "read it

eyes scanned the contents. Page after page revealed sensitive financial records... undisclosed assets, anonymous offshore accounts, and internal memos showing shady financial dealings she thought

you get

far too careless," the woman replied with mild amusement. "If you ever need help managing your illegal assets more securely, contact us. We protect

it with haunted eyes. Then, reluctantly, she nodded. "I agree.

"A wise choice. You’re valuable, Lady Dodson. As long as you remain useful, we’ll keep you

a small pen drive from her pocket

gift," she said. "Inside are incriminating documents against your political rival. Use them in the next election campaign.

accepted the device in silence, her fingers trembling as she clutched

***

Meanwhile, elsewhere in London...

Ernest Prentice of Hampton, the Chairman of the National Convention of the Opposition Party, had just exited a reunion party with his old college friends. He was tipsy, humming to himself and walking with a

slid into the backseat. The driver silently started the

home,"

was in high spirits after reconnecting with old friends. The world outside passed in a blur, but something gnawed at the

The silence was... unnatural.

"play my favorite song, will you? That Enigma track... ’Silence

melody filled the car. He closed his eyes and began singing softly under his

others

the lines, no words just

Don’t ignore hidden desires

attention, you’re playing

heard,

come to learn, that

Silence must be heard

will burn, friendly cards

silence has the right to be

much for what

a meaning, just

must be heard,

time has come to learn,

Silence must be heard

will burn, friendly cards will

has the right to