ROSIE ANGEL

[Rosie Angel POV]

I paced around my room, frustrated. The mission progress meter was stagnant at 0.00%, mocking me with its glowing red digits. I knew that failure wasn't an option; the consequences would be dire. The God of Kindness had given too much luck to the Angel family, and every attempt I made to chip away at their fortunes seemed to backfire spectacularly.

I slammed my fist on the desk, scattering papers everywhere. "This is impossible," I muttered. "There's no way to penetrate their defenses."

"Rosie, calm down," Kin's childlike voice echoed in my mind. Kin was my system guide, a relentless reminder of my mission and the stakes involved. "Remember, this is your last mission. Complete it, and you'll be free."

Free. The word echoed in my mind, a tantalizing promise. "I know, Kin," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "But Skylah and Blake are always on guard. They're untouchable."

"Have you considered other angles?" Kin suggested. "The family has weaknesses. You just need to find them."

I sat down, contemplating Kin's words. The Angel family appeared perfect, but every family had cracks. Maybe I was too focused on the obvious targets. Skylah and Blake might be the faces of the family, but what about their parents? Their friends? Associates?

"I need to dig deeper," I whispered to myself. "Find the chinks in their armor."

Just then, a knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. "Rosie, dinner's ready," Skylah's voice called out, cold and distant.

"I'll be right down," I replied, masking my irritation. Interacting with Skylah always felt like walking on a tightrope. One wrong step, and I could lose any progress I had made within the family.

As I headed downstairs, I mentally prepared myself for the evening's charade. At the dinner table, the atmosphere was as tense as ever. Skylah sat at the head of the table, exuding her usual air of superiority. Blake was absent, probably out on one of his dangerous escapades.

Jeff and Sasha Angel sat at the other end, engaged in a hushed conversation. They barely acknowledged my presence, treating me more like an intruder than family. I took my seat quietly, noting the slight smirk on Skylah's face. She thrived on making me uncomfortable.

"So, Rosie," Skylah began, her voice dripping with faux concern, "how was your day?"

"Fine," I replied curtly, not in the mood for her games.

"Just fine?" she pressed, her eyes narrowing. "You seem a bit... distracted."

"Just tired," I lied, forcing a smile. "School was exhausting."

"Of course," Skylah said, dismissively. She turned her attention back to her meal, clearly bored with me already.

As dinner progressed, I kept my head down, eating in silence. My mind raced with plans and counterplans. I needed to find a way to disrupt the Angel family's harmony, to create enough chaos to tip the balance of luck in my favor.

After dinner, I retreated to my room, closing the door behind me with a sigh of relief. Alone, I could think more clearly. I pulled out my notebook, jotting down ideas and potential targets. Jeff Angel had a reputation for being a workaholic, often neglecting his family for his business. Maybe there was something there I could exploit.

Sasha Mystic, on the other hand, was deeply involved in various charities and social causes. Her public image was pristine, but what if I could uncover a scandal? Something that would tarnish her reputation and cause a rift within the family?

And then there was Blake. I had been avoiding him, assuming he was too difficult to manipulate, but perhaps it was time to reconsider. His need for danger could be his undoing. If I could find a way to exploit that, it might create the distraction I needed.

I spent the next few hours researching, digging through public records and social media. It was tedious work, but I had to find a lead. Something that would give me an edge.

Just as I was about to give up for the night, a news article caught my eye. It was a report on a recent scandal involving one of Jeff Angel's business associates. The man had been accused of embezzlement, and there were whispers that Jeff had known about it but chose to cover it up to protect his company.

I smiled to myself, feeling a glimmer of hope. This could be it. If I could find proof of Jeff's involvement, it would be a major blow to the Angel family's image. Skylah and Blake would be too busy dealing with the fallout to notice my next moves.

"Kin," I called out, excitement tinging my voice. "I think I found something."

"Good," Kin replied, sounding pleased. "Keep digging. You're on the right track."

I nodded, determination fueling me. This was just the beginning. I would tear down the Angel family's perfect facade, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. And when it was over, I would finally be free.

The next morning, I woke up early, ready to put my plan into action. I needed to be discreet, to gather evidence without raising suspicion. My first step was to visit the office of the accused associate, a man named Henry Caldwell.

I dressed in my most inconspicuous outfit and headed out, blending into the bustling city streets. Caldwell's office was located in a nondescript building downtown, a perfect cover for shady dealings. I slipped inside, pretending to be a delivery person, and made my way to his office.

The place was a mess, papers and files scattered everywhere. It looked like Caldwell had left in a hurry, probably trying to avoid the authorities. I started rifling through the documents, looking for anything that could link Jeff Angel to the scandal.

After what felt like hours, I finally found what I was looking for: a series of emails between Caldwell and Jeff, discussing the embezzlement scheme in detail. I quickly took photos of the emails with my phone, feeling a surge of triumph. This was the proof I needed.

As I left the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The Angel family's downfall was within my grasp. All I had to do now was wait for the right moment to strike.

Back at the Angel Mansion, I kept a low profile, going about my day as usual. I didn't want anyone to suspect that I had something up my sleeve. I continued to play the role of the meek, unwanted sister, biding my time.

That evening, I overheard Skylah on the phone, her voice tense. "Blake, we have a problem," she said. "There's a rumor going around about Dad being involved in the Caldwell scandal. We need to handle this carefully."

I smirked to myself. The seeds of doubt had been planted. It was only a matter of time before the scandal erupted, tearing the Angel family apart.

As the days passed, the rumors grew louder. News outlets picked up the story, and soon it was all anyone could talk about. Jeff Angel's reputation was in tatters, and the family was under immense pressure to respond.

I watched with satisfaction as Skylah and Blake scrambled to control the damage. Their perfect world was crumbling, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

One evening, as I sat in my room, Kin's voice echoed in my mind. "Well done, Rosie. The progress meter is moving. You're getting closer to your goal."

"Thank you, Kin," I replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "But this is just the beginning. There's more work to be done."

"Indeed," Kin agreed. "Stay vigilant. The Angels won't go down without a fight."

I nodded, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. I would continue to chip away at their luck, to exploit every weakness. And when the dust settled, I would finally be free from this cursed mission.

[Blake Angel POV]

The scandal hit our family hard. The accusations against Dad were devastating, and the constant media scrutiny was unbearable. Skylah and I did our best to manage the crisis, but it felt like we were fighting a losing battle.

I knew that our family's enemies would use this opportunity to strike. We had always been a powerful force in Ingledio City, and now we were vulnerable. It was only a matter of time before someone made a move.

As I sat in my office, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The weight of the situation was crushing, and I found myself craving an escape. I needed to feel something, anything, to distract me from the chaos.

I picked up my phone and called Jake. "Hey, baby," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I need to see you."

"What's wrong?" Jake asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Everything's falling apart," I confessed. "I need to get away, even if it's just for a little while."

"Come over," Jake said immediately. "We'll figure something out."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Jake was my anchor, the one person who could ground me when everything else was spiraling out of control. I quickly made my way to his place, eager to forget my troubles for a while.

When I arrived, Jake pulled me into a tight embrace. "It's going to be okay," he whispered, his voice soothing. "We'll get through this together."

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I just need to feel something else," I said, my voice trembling.

Jake understood. He always did. He led me to the bedroom, where we began to undress eachother.