The elevator stopped and Henry carried to their bedroom.
Janet was amazed by the sizzling sight . From the struggling writer trying to fulfill her dreams as a kid . An obsessed reader .furniture to the king-sized bed is alluring .The room was filled with pictures of Yeimy. In one she was sad , happy , poker face, sticking out her tongue and emotionless. Yeimy looked stunning in those photos, Janet could not help but praised her beauty inwardly. ' Mrs Hårt is really gorgeous and very fair '
Henry other hand stood at the door watching her amazed expression.
" Mimi , I only change the carpet " he muttered icily. He felt she exaggerated a little to praise his work ,he knew he would never have an interior designer like her .
She choked in embarrassment , for he noticed her gawking " It's beautiful. I love it " she smiled kindly at him .
If she wasn't mistaken it was a Sotheby's seventeenth century Antique Persian carpet which is auctioned for Thirty three million of dollars. Dubbed the most expensive rug ever sold . She gawk at it's beauty .
" Go head , go take a long bath . Someone has been dying to meet you " Henry aforementioned.
Janet walked into the bathroom from the highest quality sink , mirror. The bathroom was very big more than her bedroom as a whole.
She filled the bathtub with water and had a warm water bath . She wanted to soak the dirt of her .
In the tub , she peacefully fell asleep with the tap on. The bathtub was filled to the brim , the flushed of water into her nostrils jugged her back to reality.
Feeling this uncomfortable, choking and almost dieing she recalled the exact feeling when an unknown man took off her oxygen mask at the hospital forcing her out of coma only to get into it again.
Janet breathing became erratic , she quickly turn off the tap at her left she pressed the button to drain the bathtub. Using two pure white towels she tied her sleek body and blonde hair.
While checking out the bathroom for the umpteenth time she saw a writing on the sink mirror which was not there before . It was written in red .
" I Know Your Secret " she read outloud. Janet's heart skipped a beat at the words .
" Hon are you not done yet " a husky voice questioned from outside.
She panicked and said " Almost " .
However, she only left when she heard footsteps. Janet peeped out the halfway covered door the check if Henry was still in there .
Slowly she tiptoed out to the door ,she abruptly closed the door. " Hmp " a sound like glass breaking escaped from the bathroom
Janet bolted into the bathroom, then she was startled at the sight . The writing was no more .
She stood there wondering what the heck was happening, could it be under such stressful circumstances she hallucinate.
In the nick of time, not believing ghost forced her to pick up the magnifying glass she saw while walking to the bathroom.
Through the spectacle she could find fingerprint and a little red stain. As a reporter finding such clues was as easy as ABC .
" This clearly proofs i am not mistaken, i didn't hallucinate. Someone was here he couldn't have gone far ". She wiped the stain with a tissue and kept it in a small plastic bag inorder to get the DNA and the stain in a crime lab as early as tomorrow. Careful she hid the bag .
In that thought she sped towards the door.
To her suprise a tall handsome figure stood by the door, he was about to knock . Seeing her still in a towel " Haven't dressed yet " he spoke frigidly wearing a gloomy look.
Completely embarrassed Janet tries to run away unfortunately her towel decides to fall off infront of the man , whom only seeing her in a towel had already turned him on. The sight of her well rounded standing hills made his little brother protrude . He was barely controlling himself. Janet blushed shamefully she ran to the dresser immediately.
Henry who was at the peak of his libido rushed to the next room where he took a shower to cool himself down. " Not today , she has not fully recovered. " He managed to convince his big brother to come back to little size . He knew if they did it ,she won't be able to walk for days , his yearning has been for seven months. His little brother comply to acquiesce.
In another light , Janet was in dilemma on what to wear from the variety of clothes . She had to convince them she was actually Yeimy Hårt.
Luckily she sighted photo albums of Yeimy and understood her style, she was a trending type .
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In the hall , Janet wandered around the house, she did not know where to find Henry and still did not want to know . Janet wanted to advoid him for the time being , if she could find Yeimy's killer she would expose the truth and leave . She just can not leave her fiance James Clinton alone , she loved him way to much and prayed Yeimy's spirit understands . For now she needed to keep away from any sexual activity with this man who thinks she is his wife . Janet was still innocent and untouched she had kept herself for all these years for James Clinton only and not a total stranger. ' Who wrote that on the mirror , i have to find out . Where is the CCTV room ' she thought helplessly. She had noticed various cameras in and out of the house especially their room. Looking at the tight security it was an inside job. But who disloyal person could do you it . She was still new in the house and had not study anyone's character.
Then and there voices disturbed her train of thoughts .
A little girl of about four bumped into her . A woman who appears to be her nanny came along.
" Sorry ma'am, Young miss is very naughty " she said in a pleading tone.
The young girl stopped hugging Janet's legs , her blue eyes stared at Janet all confused . She pouted her lips and flipped her long blonde hair behind. She was the carbon copy of Yeimy.
" Mom I'm not naughty, she is the one who does not let me play . Nor read me good stories , she reads stories like .... Nerdy . Tell her I'm truly to young to prepare for school " Billie whined uncontrollably.
She was as lovely and Bubbly like her late mother .
Janet caressed her face . ' So , this Billie, the young girl Henry and Yeimy could not stop talking about.
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