The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 264: She’s my wife. Can you kill her?

"You will not ruin me, Alicia, and neither will she."

[PRESENT TIME]

Quentin sat on the edge of the bed with his button-down blouse opened. He looked back at the bed and smirked as his eyes landed on Shanaiah.

"What an interesting memory," he said before he got up to get dressed.

After bumping into Shanaiah, the woman suddenly grabbed him and kissed him. Quentin went along with her since she was the person he wanted to meet. One thing led to another and once they finished, he put her into sleep just to peek through her memories.

He simply wanted to know more about Fil.

Who would have thought he would see more than just Fil, but also Shanaiah’s deepest and darkest secret?

"What a poor woman," he commented as he wore his blazer, eyes on the woman on the bed. "She believed it was her who did the crime. But she’s only a puppet and is meant to take the fall if things get out of hand. Humans... they’re always so interesting. Filomena always finds interesting people to surround herself with."

Quentin sighed, thinking about the main perpetrator of the crime. "Marcus Arkwright. I should visit him as well. He seems more suited for my plans than Vincent Hale."

Shanaiah’s own memory was hazy to her because of the powerful drug Marcus injected into her that could almost alter a person’s memory with enough confusion. Shanaiah was vile to the core, but she wasn’t smart. Hence, when she woke up in the hotel room with a dead body in the bedroom, her confusion immediately led her to believe it was all her doing.

The first people she called were her trusted friends, Marcus and Vincent, subsequently tying Vincent into this mess. As for Marcus, it was according to his plans.

Quentin saw through all those hazy memories. After all, Shanaiah wasn’t completely unconscious at the time of the crime. She was just stuck because of the drugs, but she saw what happened.

If only she hadn’t been taking drugs and alcohol every single day, she might’ve gotten the clarity a long time ago.

Quentin didn’t idle in the hotel room, leaving Shanaiah all alone as if nothing happened. As he strode off, he whistled a tune and thought,

’When would these people find out Alicia’s brother is that person named Michael?’

****

Marcus quietly sat behind the desk in his villa’s office while watching a clip on the computer. All the lights were out and the light from the computer was shining on his face.

The video showed Shanaiah burning Alicia’s shoulder with a cigarette. When Alicia screamed, Shanaiah started beating her up for having painful screams.

This was only a short clip from the long video that contained abuse from both him and Shanaiah. Other clips showed Vincent as well. However, aside from smacking Alicia’s head from time to time and slapping her a few times to vent his frustrations, Vincent’s deed was considered light than the ones they did.

"I implicated Vincent in Alicia’s death because it’s better if there’s two of us to pin Shanaiah."

Back then, Marcus was worried Shanaiah would eventually talk. Hence, Marcus carefully considered how to salvage himself. He knew Shanaiah would call him and Vincent because, at that time, the three of them were very close and had always covered for each other. Therefore, he did what he did.

Years later, Marcus thought it was over.

No one came looking for Alicia since she didn’t have any family. He also heard that the orphanage she came from was corrupt. They simply thought she had run away. Shanaiah was also kept busy doing partying where she would take drugs and waste her life away.

Everything eventually returned to normal, as if that incident didn’t happen at all. The three of them didn’t even talk about it. They didn’t even say a word about it. Not even a breath.

"I thought I might not watch this again," Marcus grumbled, staring at the computer sharply. "But if worse comes to worst, I might have to use this."

Marcus pondered about it and recalled the look on Vincent’s face. Before he left Vincent in the nightclub, he looked back at him and saw his expression.

’He’s planning to make sure Shanaiah will take the fall.’ The corner of his lips curled up as a glint flickered across his eyes.

This was the very reason Marcus tied up Vincent with all of this. Vincent was a selfish bastard and was only interested in himself. If a person like him was tangled in such a situation, he would do anything to save his own skin.

In other words, Vincent would do the job instead of Marcus. All Marcus had to do was give Vincent the tools to do so.

Using a different IP and a dummy account, Marcus sent the short clip to three people: Vincent, Shanaiah, and himself.

The message goes like this;

[To:...

I know what you did.

(alicia001_clip1.file)]

DING!

His phone rang. He glanced at it and smirked. Marcus reached for his phone and tilted it a bit, only to see the unknown account leaving a message on his personal social media account.

’Those two didn’t know the person behind the dummy account in the article,’ he thought. ’I’m going to bury this matter this time.’

Marcus smiled with satisfaction and nodded. He closed all the tabs on his computer and turned it off. As the computer was shutting down, he got up from his seat and strode off. But just as he reached the middle of the room, the wind suddenly blew past him.

Marcus halted as he could see a figure in his peripheral. At the same time, the computer monitor shut down and all he could see was a shadow stretching to his feet from the open window.

"You are an interesting person."

Suddenly, the cool voice of a man caressed his ears.

Marcus slowly turned his head, only to see a person leaning against the open window. The moonlight shone through the window, casting it on the man’s back and hiding his face from the shadow of the night.

"How... did you get in?"

Quentin slowly smirked. "How I got in is not important, but I can offer you and what you can give me in return is."

"What?"

"Amusing. You’re calmer than I expected you to be." Pleased, Quentin nodded in satisfaction. After a second, he paused as a glint flickered across his eyes. "Filomena. I supposed you know her."

Marcus remained calm despite his confusion. "Why are you — how do you know her?"

"She’s my wife. Can you kill her?"