Banchero's lifeless body thudded to the ground, the atmosphere was hot, Danielle who was heavily breathing took off her brass knuckles with exasperation, she took a deep long breath, crossing her arms together. She grabbed her chair, sat down peacefully, staring at Banchero's body.
"I made him pay" she muttered to herself, she got up as fast as a like a lighting bolt.
She unzipped the black cadaver bag, the zipper's rasp slicing through the silence. The heavy-duty fabric spread open like the jaws of something patient and final. Gripping the body beneath the arms, she dragged it inch by inch, careful not to scrape the floor, and gently eased it into the bag. The legs followed with a dull thump, limbs slack, head tilted awkwardly to one side.
She paused only briefly to pull the zipper shut, the metal teeth sealing the corpse in darkness. When it was done, the shape inside was indistinct—just a vague outline of what had once been a person. Danielle exhaled, stood, and silently dragged the body bag toward the door, its thick rubber bottom whispering over the concrete. She stared deeply at the cadaver back with an' i finished it' attitude.
Danielle walked out of her torture chamber, reminiscing about Banchero's last words— "kill me and make your father proud." She was happy for a fact that she was Victor's happiness, and she would eliminate anyone that would stand in his way. There was a sense of pride in Danielle, she walked into her luxurious bathroom, she stood over the sink, breath shallow, hands trembling. Blood clung to her fingers like wet paint—dark, sticky, already starting to dry in the creases of his knuckles and under his nails. He turned the tap. A harsh rush of cold water burst forth, splashing against porcelain already spattered red.
She plunged his hands beneath the stream. The water turned pink, then red, then clearer again as he scrubbed. She grabbed the soap—hands slipping on the slick bar—and worked it furiously between his palms, creating a thick, foamy lather. Blood mixed with suds, swirling down the drain in small, sickening spirals.
She scrubbed harder. Fingertips raw. Skin reddening beneath the pressure. As if he could wash away more than just the blood—as if he could cleanse what had been done.
When she finally stopped, her hands were clean, but shaking. He stared at them for a long moment. Then turned off the tap. Silence returned.
She was lost in her reflection and admired every bit of her presence. The silent moment gave Danielle a sense of ego, she could kill the world to make Victor proud.
The next day, Danielle getting ready to see her father, she was dressed in a black chiffon shirt with black pants, a mini Chanel purse and black stilettos—her signature bob was styled in a side part . Her confidence increased everday, she stepped out of her home, her car keys in a left hand, her black Bentley Continental GT—2023 model— was ready and waiting for her to start the day.
She opened her car door with style and slid into the driver's seat with sophistication —she threw her Chanel purse to the passenger seat, she was ready to take the world. With a smooth twist of the key, the engine roared to life, a deep, purring growl that echoed her presence: bold, commanding, and unmistakably elite. She drove off swiftly with a mind focused on the day.
She appeared at the home of the Victor Gonzalez—the grand house reminded her of so many things. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the polished stone driveway as she approached the grand estate.
Danielle walked to the rear of her Bentley, her heels crisp against the stone beneath her. She paused for a moment, then opened the trunk with a quiet click. Inside, nestled in the shadowed compartment, sat a silver serving dome—elegant, gleaming, and out of place in such a setting.
Her hands moved with precision as she carefully lifted the cloche plate, its polished surface reflecting the afternoon light and the cold glint in her eyes. Whatever rested beneath it was meant to make a statement.
She lowered the trunk gently, shutting it with a soft thud. No words, no hesitation—just silent intent as she turned and walked toward the estate, the silver dome cradled like an offering… or a warning.
She opened the door carefully ,welcoming her self into the home that made Danielle — Asesina, she moved to the study room that was at adjacent the grand kitchen, she sees Victor—the king of the castle, who sitting of a big brown furnished table, engrossed in the news paper he was reading.
"Mmhmm" Danielle muttered softly.
Victor's attention slowly turned to her, with a surprised smile and tone.
"Oh my killer princess, how are you today?"
"I'm good… you?" Her response was soft and arresting.
Victor's gaze was fixed on Danielle. He scanned her discreetly, Danielle always fascinated Victor apart from her killer demeanor—was her ability to be calm, cold and collected.
"What's for breakfast?" He questioned inquisitively dropping his newspaper on the table.
Danielle moved closely to the table dropping the cloche plate carefully and crossing her arms.
Danielle's silence made Victor wonder what his killer princess was up to, there was anticipation in his eyes. Danielle slowly opened the silver serving dome—the head of Massimo Banchero was presented like a dinner ready to be served.
The atmosphere was filled with sinistrous weight. Victor could—or couldn't believe his eyes. Banchero's head was a similar to the head of pig.
Victor laughed out loud, a laughter of accomplishment, he clapped his hands with an evil excitement, he got out of this chair looking reeled and moved to the head of his— dearly hated Banchero. With a loud, satisfied tone,Victor cried out. "You always make me proud! Asesina"
"Finally!" He roared loudly.
Danielle had a proud look on her face.
"I'd do anything to make you proud father"
"That's my girl, well done"
"The Elegante y Hermosa gala is today; elegant and beautiful gala is today" Victor said shortly.
"Oh wow" Danielle widened her eyes.
"Yes Asesina today, as the owner, founder and CEO of Gonzalez properties, my presence is needed, they can't run a gala without me, Victor Gonzalez" he snarled with pride.
Danielle looked confidently unbothered, a gala, meeting elite people, was something she could not shy away from.
"The gala starts by 7:00pm, would you come home then we go together?"
"I'd meet you and the venue" she said calmly crossing her arms
"No problemo" he replied with a confirming tone.
Danielle's eyes immediately turned to Banchero's head, she was lost at the sight of her father's arch nemesis on a plate.
"What would you do with the head?" She asked coldly.
Victor who picked up his newspaper, focusing on every single detail.
"My dogs can have it for lunch" Victor growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Danielle gave a cold smile and immediately bursted unto laughter, Victor on hearing of his daughter's laughter laughed out loud.
The ambiance of Victor's study room was filled with maniacal laughter.
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The Elegante y Hermosa gala, Danielle was staring deeply at her dress in her mirror,it had the logo
'Franklyne Aniston'
A red dress was a striking fusion of elegance and allure. Crafted from silky, body-hugging fabric that drapes like liquid fire, it clings to every curve with effortless grace. The shade—a deep, passionate crimson—commands attention, rich like fine wine and alive with intensity.
The neckline plunges just enough to tease, sculpted to accentuate the collarbones and décolletage, while thin, delicate straps trace over bare shoulders, adding a whisper of vulnerability. The bodice hugs the torso, cinching the waist, while the skirt flows with a daring thigh-high slit that reveals glimpses of leg with every step, creating a rhythm of seduction and sophistication.
The back dips low, exposing her spine in a sensual cascade, and the hem kisses the floor with a soft, sweeping train, leaving behind an air of mystery. The fabric shimmers subtly under light—never too much, just enough to glow with movement.
Paired with heels and a confident stride,her red dress doesn't just enter a room—it owned it.
"Franklyne did her thing." she muttered softly to herself. Her signature bob was styled in side part, her makeup was glowy, and her red lips sparked attention. Danielle's caramel skin shined in a light.
She stepped out of her dressing room with elegance and pride. She moved closely to her handrail of her staircase as she descended down with every movement, she was alluring, she was smooth, soft and feminine, the type that was meant would sweep you off your feet. Her scent was like—heaven.
Roco, a middle aged man, dressed in a black fancy chauffeur uniform was waiting out.
Danielle opened her grand house door with softness and confidence.
"Are you ready Miss Gonzalez?" He questioned lightly in a Spanish accent.
Danielle gave a look of 'I am going to devour my prey' with a soft reply "Yes I am"
Roco,opened the door of the black suv jeep.
She walked close to the car and slid inside with—all the confidence in the world.
Roco purred the engine to life. Miss Asesina was on her way to turn heads at the gala.
They finally arrived at the gala. Roco got out of the car and opened the door for Danielle.
Her right leg made the first appearance—it radiated beautifully, she got out of the car in style and made her way in the eloquent hall.
The Elegante y Hermosa Gala is the epitome of opulence and refinement—a night where the elite gather under a canopy of starlit extravagance. Hosted annually at the magnificent estate tucked within the velvet hills of Graven city, this exclusive affair is the crown jewel of high society, meticulously curated by its glamorous founder and host, Ella De Garcia—a Spanish heiress, fashion magnate, and timeless symbol of elegance.
From the moment guests arrive, the experience is pure luxury. Valets in white gloves open the doors to a marble courtyard adorned with golden lanterns and cascading floral arches made of rare roses, orchids, and lilies imported from around the world. A red carpet, embroidered with the gala's emblem, winds through a path lined with photographers and a string quartet playing a delicate prelude.
Inside, the grand ballroom dazzles in gold leaf and crystal. Massive chandeliers—custom-made from Murano glass—bathe the space in warm, celestial light. The walls are draped in ivory silk and trimmed with intricate baroque detailing. Champagne towers sparkle beside artisan ice sculptures, and waiters in bespoke tuxedos glide through the crowd with silver trays carrying vintage Dom Pérignon, truffle canapés, and caviar-topped amuse-bouches.
The dress code is strictly couture. Gowns shimmer in silks, satins, and hand-beaded fabrics; tuxedos are tailored to perfection. The air smells of expensive perfume, gardenias, and aged cognac. Live orchestras and renowned performers entertain beneath a vaulted ceiling painted with a modern rendition of the Sistine Chapel.
A portion of the night is dedicated to a charity auction, hosted by Ella herself—elegant in a custom Valentino gown, her voice commanding yet warm. Items up for bid include rare art, week-long escapes on private yachts, and once-in-a-lifetime experiences, with proceeds benefiting her foundation for global arts education.
Danielle walked elegantly and took a glass of champagne, narrowing her eyes to find Victor. Finally, she spotted Victor who was upstairs having a conversation with an unknown man.
She walked over to the staircase, holding the handrails softly and ascending with sensuality, people chilling and chatting indistinctly the staircase,could perceive her scent, they turned their heads. She was stunning— heaven sent.
She finally arrived at the floor, Victor Gonzalez who was dressing in a black tuxedo was still chatting with his unknown person, he had a familiar feeling, that someone he knew might be relatively standing close to him. He turned around and show his Danielle who was gazing at him like a lost puppy.
"Hey princess."
"Hey Daddy" she replied with softness.
"You look stunning" with his gaze fixed on her.
"Thanks" she replied coldly appreciating her father's compliment.
"I'd like you to meet someone" he said directing Danielle to the unknown figure he was interacting with.
Alejandro Sanchez a man , in his early 50s, stood — tall, with broad shoulders, and well groomed. His grey hair -was slicked back neatly. He had a jawline, trimmed goatee, petite nose and brown eyes that gave a commanding presence. His skin is a warm olive tone, weathered slightly by time and success.
He was dressed in a tailored charcoal-gray Brioni suit, the fabric so fine it catches the light with a subtle sheen. A crisp white shirt peeks out beneath, paired with a midnight blue silk tie and a diamond-studded tie pin. A Rolex glints on his wrist, and his black leather shoes are polished to perfection.
"This is Alejandro Sanchez, owner and founder of Sanchez Ventures. A multi million dollar real estate company, we've been family since the day and business partners way before you were born" He affirmed with a welcoming tone.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Sanchez" Danielle replied with a heartening tone, stretching her right hand for a hand shake.
Mr Sanchez returned the hand shake with a pleasing smile.
"Your father told me about me a lot about you, you're his strength"
Danielle gave a cold stare with a half smile
"My father is my everything, he's taught me everything I need to know and I'd do anything to make him proud.
Mr Sanchez smiled proudly nodding his head
"Ha!" He laughed out loud clapping his hands.
"Family is all about loyalty and I admire that about you Miss Gonzalez. Your father really made a soldier, The heir to Gonzalez Properties"
The word "The Heir to Gonzalez Properties" made sparks fly around Danielle.
She gave a stare with a half smile.
"It was nice meeting you, I hope to see you soon"
Stretching his arms for a handshake.
"Nice meeting you too, Mr Sanchez"
As Mr. Sanchez made his way out of the balcony.
Danielle was lost in thoughts, thinking of more ways to make her—Machiavellian father happy.
She crossed her arms and slowly watched people in the gala having a good time, indistinct conversations, people vibing to jazz music.
Deep thoughts— she knew she had earned everything to be the heir of Gonzalez Properties.
But she needed to do more.