His Devious Rule

Anya's car finally came to a halt at the top of the hill overlooking the city. The sun had reached the horizon saying his farewell for the day. The city was drowning in its vibrant colors of red and orange lighting the city in party mode.

The beautiful tints of the sky were slowly fading when Anya hugged the white roses. She liked the scent of the rose, it was very soothing. Relaxing, she watched the sunset in front of her home.

Her most favorite place in the city was her home. She had bought a small villa in the secure regency not too long ago. Even though her job doesn't give her much free time, it pays her handsomely.

So she was able to give her son a huge gift on his fourth birthday - the house he chose. Of course, she bought it because of the area being safe with regular patrol and great amenities which she needed being a single mother. Even though it wasn't the best one out there, it was perfect for them.

'Ring… ring…'

The comforting ringtone of her mobile woke her from the trace. Fetching her mobile from her handbag, she answered the call without missing the sun taking his last steps away from the city.

"Hey, Anya…" A male's raspy voice sounded in her ear.

Anya guessed who the person was, yet she took a glance at the screen. "Kyle..." She wasn't surprised by the call of her colleague just to ask her if she reached safely.

"I heard the sound of the wind. Have you reached home?"

Kyle Reynolds, a man in his late thirties. Having serious intentions on going out with her, that's what he shows and she knows. He is a good-looking man, works hard at his job, has a good family background, knows everything about Anya including her little Zane.

Anya had no such feelings, yet she almost considered giving him a chance but Zane didn't like him. One day, Zane had taken her away from Kyle and said, 'I don't like Uncle Reynolds, Momma.'

For Anya, none is more important than her son. And she wasn't interested in giving away her time to anybody other than her son. She didn't fancy a romantic relationship either so Kyle always earned the rejection to his advances.

"Hmmm..." She hummed in response. If he wasn't her colleague, she would have preferred to keep him away from his unreasonable calls.

Just because she is a young single mother, she knows how the world sees her. Easy to get her on the bed. Easy to please. Desperate for support.

Yes, A desperate single mother.

What they didn't know was, single mothers, are hard as stone. They might not have it easy, but the smile of their little ones could let them live through every hardship.

This time, Kyle didn't call just for it. He had reached out to her for a different reason, "Anya, be careful. I am afraid of what will happen if the information leaks. You should have come with me."

Anya's expression changed to seriousness hearing the worry in the tone and the word 'Information.' She was carrying information worth billions. They found out there was a spy in the team who wanted to steal it away and give it to the criminal. A businessman, a criminal mastermind of the country, looting the public's money. They were going to have a press release tomorrow for the same.

They couldn't save it over the internet, afraid of being hacked. Being trained as an ethical hacker, she knew anything could be hacked unless it had a wire connected or internet-connected.

The President picked out five out of fifteen members from the secretariat office after very careful consideration. She was one among five and Kyle was another one. It was decided to be placed safe with Kyle but at the neck moment, the President hid in her bag secretly. However, Kyle was still aware of it as it was taken away from him.

"Kyle, you should rather think about the call being tapped. Hope you have a good evening." She ended the call with it. She didn't want to give him false hopes. She had no time to clear the mess that could create.

Her job was meant to be the safe one. But today, it became the riskiest job for her. If anybody leaked that the information was with her, her life could be in danger, very grave danger. The more normal she behaves, the better for her.

Since none were allowed to the regency other than residents and permitted persons, Anya was confident it wouldn't be an issue. The next day, she would be picked under high security. Precisely the information would be collected from her under great care.

She went inside her house and locked the door securely. She first carefully put the flowers in the vase and sniffed the faint scent of it one last time. It was addicting, she wondered.

Keeping extra roses in hand, she went upstairs to her bedroom when her eyes landed on men's shoes that were lying on the stairs haphazardly.

Instantly alerted. Her hand went under her short formal skirt and unbuckled the leather belt wrapped around her thighs in a swift move.

A black cold metal fell to her hands. It was a handgun. A licensed handgun was provided by the administration for their safety. They were rigorously trained to be capable of saving the president at a crucial time. Well, it also turns out to be self-defense in need.

Anya pulled the slider to recoil the bullet. Her steely grey eyes were predatory, the killing instinct was quick to envelop her. She had no man in her life other than her father and her little son. These leather designer shoes didn't belong to any of her acquaintances.

Pointing the nozzle upstairs, she strained her ears to catch any noise in the house. She walked like a predator looking for its prey making no sound whatsoever. The first time, she was glad her son wasn't with her at the moment.

As her steps moved upstairs, she could hear the faint noise coming from upstairs. She found a blue men's blazer on the floor in a direction towards her bedroom. The door was open like always but she furrowed when her eyes fell on a white shirt. The cloth material and appearance were loudly speaking of the expensive brand. It alerted her further, especially due to the criminal businessman whose mask they were going to tear off the next day.

She didn't enter her bedroom, she wanted to make sure it wasn't a trap so she checked the whole bedroom, took care of necessary safety measures in absolute silence.

Then she stepped inside her master bedroom. There were none on her bed or around. Now she could hear a man groaning in pain. It was coming from the bathroom. The door was ajar and she could see the jeans on the floor.

She swore if any man was there or sent by her friends to seduce her, she was going to shoot that man to death or break his third leg.

Is there any pleasure session going on inside? But she didn't see women's clothes anywhere.

'Self-pleasure?'

She furrowed. Why would anybody enter her place out of all?

The closer she got, the reek of alcohol seized her nostrils. Her nose flinched at the dirty smell. She hardly touched alcohol due to Zane. She rarely sips wine if it's some party in the office or goes to her parents' house.

Pointing the nozzle front, her left palm slowly pressed the door. As it opened, her eyes fell on a completely naked man lying in her bathtub. His fair honey-tinted skin was flushed bright red, the water droplets rolled down his wispy dark hair. The nerves were protruding on his muscular arms when he clutched the edges of the bathtub with all his might.

He groaned and his handsome face was contouring in unbearable pain.

Anya wished to shove all the bullets in the head of the man for tainting her eyes with the sinful sight but… She recognized the man.

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