As I observed her from the window of the building across from hers, I caught sight of him, Mr. Aiden Miller himself. Throughout Allison and Rob's three-year relationship, I observed Aiden had some soft spot for her. Except for his brother and mother, he always had an I don't give a shit about you attitude. No other girl who dated him has ever heard the words I love you or even I like you. I know that’s ridiculous to even give a fuck about feelings, but you know how girls are—it's critical for them to feel loved, and that’s when they face a problem. Aiden can’t feel he is some sort of sociopath.

He may mask his feelings and show you tenderness, but all he cares about is becoming the owner of "NexGen Innovations". He may adore his brother, but "NexGen Innovations" is his kid; no one can argue with this, and when Richard Miller retires, Aiden will take over "NexGen Innovations" and kick his brother out. Aiden hugged Allison so tightly that it seemed as if his life depended on her being okay. He adores her, and that's when I came up with this amazing idea. I want Allison to suffer for her actions, yet I can't let her go. She will be mine for the rest of her life, but I also despise Aiden for his actions.

Nobody is a saint here. I'll let him have her, making him fall even more in love with her, and then I'll kill Aiden Miller after they're both thoroughly in love. He will suffer, as she will for the rest of her life. I smiled. Maybe I've always had this mental disease that is worse than Aiden's, but at least I can fake it. Nobody will ever suspect me. I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I've always enjoyed playing with dolls; it's nice to stage a drama and make them regret their life decisions.

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Allie Allie Allie, please tell me, are you ready to suffer like I did? I take out my phone from my pocket and text, "When you can't decide, take both, future Mrs. Miller. What was wrong with Rob Jr.? Was he that horrible in bed, darling?" I send the message. My favorite part is that I can see her facial expression in my texts. Silly Allison, she thinks she can hide from me.

“What do you want from me?Aren't you finished with your plays?” She is scared, and her hands are shaking. Mrs. Miller, I adore it when you struggle.You should feel the pain I felt back then.

“How can I? This is just the beginning.I am afraid I will be unable to attend your wedding, but please have fun. You won't be feeling like this for long when I'm done."

The response is immediate. “Fuck you,” I smirked for others she might be shy, but she has as much darkness inside of her as I do. But she is attempting to appear innocent, and I am doing what my soul desires.

"Oh, I will, Mrs. Miller, don’t worry."