Chapter Seven

Over to Moselia's side.

Her parents weren't around, and unfortunately the duty of watching her fell upon agent Ross shoulder again.

This time she was getting ready for a dinner party.

She had finally started her plan in motion.

As she wore a white long dinner gown with side split, white elbow gloves, she was struggling to zip her dress up after getting ready.

A knock was heard on the door.

"Moselia are you ready? We're going to be late" she heard agent Ross voice.

"Agent Ross come inside, come and help me out"

She wanted him to help her with the zip

Agent Ross entered the room, his eyes scanning Moselia's elegant attire before focusing on the struggle she was having with her dress. "Ah, need some assistance, Miss Moselia?" he asked, his tone professional but with a hint of warmth.

Moselia smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Agent Ross, you're a lifesaver. I don't know what I'd do without you."

As he approached her, Moselia turned her back to him, revealing the unzipped dress. Agent Ross's eyes flickered for a moment, his expression betraying a hint of surprise at the sight of her bare skin. But he quickly composed himself, his hands moving to grasp the zipper.

"Let me help you with that," he said, his voice low and smooth.

As he zipped up her dress, Moselia felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but wonder if Agent Ross suspected anything about her plan. But his expression remained neutral, his eyes never meeting hers.

"There you go, Miss Moselia," he said, stepping back to admire her. "You look stunning."

Moselia smiled, her heart racing with excitement. Tonight was the night she would set her plan in motion. And Agent Ross, unwittingly, was about to play a crucial role in it.

"how do I look tonight? Do you think I'm capable of turning heads?" I teased him.

Agent Ross's expression remained stoic, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "You look...dazzling, Miss Moselia," he said, his voice measured. "I'm sure you'll turn heads, but I'm not sure that's a good thing, considering the company we'll be keeping tonight."

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "Remember, this is a high stakes game we're playing. We need to keep a low profile, not draw attention to ourselves."

Moselia laughed, a throaty sound, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, Agent Ross, you're so serious all the time. Can't you just relax and enjoy the evening?"

Agent Ross's expression turned skeptical, but Moselia could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I'll try, Miss Moselia. But don't think for a moment that I'm not watching your every move."

Agent Ross's eyes narrowed, his expression turning guarded. "Miss Moselia, don't play games with me," he warned, his voice low and even. "I'm here to protect you, not to indulge in... distractions."

But despite his words, Moselia noticed a flicker of tension in his jaw, a slight tightening of his shoulders. She smiled to herself, knowing she had struck a chord.

"Oh, Agent Ross," she purred, her voice husky. "I'm not trying to distract you. I just want to know if I can trust you to have my back...tonight, and always."

She stepped closer, her face inches from his, her eyes locked on his. Agent Ross's gaze didn't waver, but Moselia could sense the tension building between them, like a spark waiting to ignite.

She needed to let him bring his guard down a little.

Make it seem like she's just a teenager playing around and not having the slightest interest in games of power

So that way, she can execute her plan tonight.

She touched his arm, he was taller than her and she looked up at him.

"Do you like me agent Ross, don't worry I won't tell my parents, just answer me"

Agent Ross's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked down at Moselia. For a moment, he seemed to forget about his duty and the danger that surrounded them. He smiled, a gentle, almost paternal smile.

"Miss Moselia, you're a charming young woman," he said, his voice low and warm. "I'm sure you'll break hearts when you're older. But right now, let's just focus on getting through this evening safely, okay?"

Moselia's touch on his arm seemed to have disarmed him, and he didn't pull away. Instead, he covered her hand with his own, his touch warm and reassuring.

"I'm here to protect you, Moselia. That's all that matters," he said, his eyes locked on hers.

For a moment, Moselia felt a pang of guilt for manipulating him. But she pushed it aside, reminding herself of her goal. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with innocence.

"Thanks, Agent Ross. You're the best," she said, her voice sugary sweet.

Agent Ross chuckled, his guard dropping further. "Just remember, I'm watching your every move, Miss Moselia. Don't think about trying anything funny tonight."

Moselia's smile grew wider, her heart racing with excitement. She had him right where she wanted him.

Agent Ross's eyes widened in surprise as Moselia's lips brushed against his cheek. He felt a sudden rush of warmth, and his heart skipped a beat. He stood there, frozen, as Moselia turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the room.

For a moment, he couldn't move, his mind reeling from the unexpected touch. He felt like he'd been caught off guard, his professionalism momentarily breached.

Then, he shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself. "Moselia, you little minx," he muttered, smiling. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"

He took a deep breath, composing himself, and followed her out of the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings with renewed vigilance. He couldn't let his guard down again, not even for a moment. Tonight was too important.

But as he walked, he couldn't shake off the feeling that Moselia had just gotten under his skin, and he wasn't sure how to get her out.

During the drive,

Her perfume smell seemed to assail his nose as his mind remembered every detail of what happened in the room.

Once the car stopped at a huge Manor

He opened the door for her and she got in.

Heads turned Immediately to her side and stared at her.

He felt a pang of guilt he couldn't believe was there knowing what was about to come for her.

He didn't know when he had started feeling this way.

Especially as he saw her smile and she grabbed onto my elbow like a professional.

They both went in.

As they entered the grand manor, Moselia's grip on Agent Ross's elbow tightened, her smile fixed on her face. He could feel the weight of her gaze, the subtle pressure of her hand, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

The room was filled with the who's who of the Order, their eyes fixed on Moselia like predators sensing prey. Agent Ross's instincts kicked in, his mind racing with scenarios, his eyes scanning the room for potential threats.

But as he looked down at Moselia, he saw a different person. Gone was the playful, flirtatious girl from earlier. In her place was a poised, confident young woman, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

He felt a pang of guilt again, this time sharper, more insistent. What was he doing? He was supposed to be protecting her, not leading her into the lion's den.

As they made their way through the crowd, Moselia's grip on his elbow never wavered. Agent Ross could feel her tension, her focus, and he knew she was playing a role, hiding her true intentions.

But what were they? And why did he feel like he was caught in the middle, torn between his duty and his growing feelings for the enigmatic Moselia?

"Agent Ross?"

"Yes, Miss Moselia?" he replied, his voice low and even, as he scanned the room, his eyes never leaving hers.

Moselia's smile faltered for a moment, and she leaned in close, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "I think it's time I made my move. Stay close, Agent Ross. Things might get...interesting."

Agent Ross's gut tightened, his instincts screaming at him to get her out of there, to protect her from whatever she had planned. But he nodded, his expression neutral, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm right behind you, Miss Moselia."

Then she moved forward.

With a confident stride, Moselia glided through the crowd, her white dress shimmering under the chandeliers. Agent Ross followed closely, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

As they approached the center of the manor, Moselia's parents, the esteemed members of the Order, stood waiting. They smiled, their eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation.

"Ah, Moselia, darling," her mother cooed, air kissing her cheeks. "You look stunning. We're so proud of you."

Moselia's smile never wavered, but Agent Ross detected a flicker of tension in her shoulders. He positioned himself closer, his hand resting on his gun, ready for anything.

"Thank you, Mother," Moselia replied, her voice sweet. "I'm ready to do my part."

Her father, a tall, imposing figure, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Yes, Moselia. Tonight, you'll take your rightful place among us. Tonight, you'll seal our family's legacy forever."

Agent Ross's gut tightened, his mind racing with worst case scenarios. What did they have planned for Moselia? And what was she planning to do?

He only saw her smiled as an approval for what was happening next.

But Agent Ross knew that smile all too well. It was the same smile she had given him earlier, a smile that hid secrets and intentions. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Moselia was playing a deeper game, one that he was still trying to understand.

As he watched, Moselia's parents led her to the center of the room, where a large, ornate box sat on a pedestal. The box was adorned with symbols and markings that made Agent Ross's skin crawl.

"This is it," Moselia's father announced, his voice booming through the room. "The moment we've all been waiting for. Moselia, my dear, it's time to unlock your true potential."

Moselia's smile never wavered as she reached out and touched the box. Agent Ross felt a surge of adrenaline, his mind racing with possibilities. What was in that box? And what would happen when Moselia opened it?

He knew immediately.

A contract was in the box, if she signed it she'll be sold to the world's leader, the owner and overall head of the order.

But what Moselia had planned he still couldn't understand.

He didn't understand what was happening, neither did he liked it.

He wanted to know what would happen next.

As Moselia lifted the lid of the box, a collective gasp echoed through the room. Inside, a single sheet of paper lay on a bed of velvet, adorned with intricate calligraphy and seals. The contract.

Moselia's eyes scanned the document, her smile unwavering. Agent Ross could sense her tension, her focus. She was waiting for something, or someone.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered and dimmed. A hush fell over the crowd as a figure emerged from the shadows. The world's leader, the head of the Order.

"Ah, Moselia," the leader said, their voice dripping with malice. "I see you're ready to take your rightful place among us. Sign the contract, and you'll be granted unimaginable power and wealth."

Moselia's eyes locked onto the leader, her gaze piercing. Agent Ross felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Moselia was not afraid. She was waiting.

With a deliberate slowness, Moselia reached out and took the pen offered to her. Agent Ross's heart raced as she poised the pen over the contract. What was she going to do? Sign it, or...?

The room held its collective breath as Moselia began to write. But instead of signing her name, she wrote a single word: "No."

A few days ago.

He suddenly remembered that he suddenly disappeared for almost a whole day and when she cane back she was all smiles.

He asked but she said she went to see someone.

Looking at what she did now, could she have some sort of motive

Deep down I wished she did

Because now I was certain, I didn't want anything happening to her.

I clenched my fists.

"agent Ross!" Her parents shouted

" Moselia, what do you think you're doing?" Her father shouted.

"Roselia, such a shame, you're indeed very beautiful, the world was at your finger tips, all the imaginable power and artifacts, beyond your knowledge, such a shame you're so young and naive"

"I'm willing to forgive you, if you come to me now"

"I'll spare all your friends"

"the 12 world leaders are here" I whispered to her.

I knew that look on her face, she looked like she was about to surrender.

Was it also part of the plan??

Why does it seem I can't understand her more and more

It's like she has us at the back of her hands

And how long did she take to plan all this??

Moselia's eyes darted to her parents, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Agent Ross thought he saw a flicker of doubt, but then her gaze hardened, her jaw setting in determination.

"I'm not naive, Father," she said, her voice steady. "I know exactly what I'm doing. And I won't be swayed by empty promises or threats."

Her father sneered, his face red with rage. "Fine, be stubborn. But know this, Moselia: you'll never leave this place alive."

Agent Ross tensed, his hand on his gun. He knew the 12 world leaders were in the room, their security teams surrounding them. He was outnumbered, but he wouldn't back down.

Moselia's eyes met his, a flash of understanding passing between them. Then, she turned back to her parents, her smile sweet.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said. "And I'm not alone."

With a sudden movement, she reached into her dress and pulled out a small device. Agent Ross's heart skipped a beat as she pressed a button, and the room erupted into chaos.

Alarms blared, lights flashed, and the sound of shattering glass filled the air. Agent Ross drew his gun, his eyes scanning the room for threats.

What had Moselia planned? And who was she working with? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was just a pawn in her game.

"Moselia!" Her mom screamed and everyone started coughing.

"Bitch what did you do!!"

The alarms had triggered the door and so it was locked.

When??

She brought out a lighter and twirled it around her hand.

I immediately recognized the smell.

"Right now, this hall or rather should I say manor, is filled with the smell of gas"

I gasped.

"If I flick this on, we would all rot in hell"

She smirked

"I'd see you rule your world from there"

Agent Ross's eyes widened in horror as he realized the true extent of Moselia's plan. The gas, the alarms, the locked doors - it was all a trap.

"Moselia, no!" he shouted, trying to reason with her. "You can't do this! There are innocent people here!"

But Moselia just laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. "Innocent people?" she repeated. "There's no such thing here. Only pawns and players. And I'm the one holding the match."

Her mother, still coughing, took a step forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You'll pay for this, Moselia. You'll burn for this!"

Moselia's smile never wavered. "I'm willing to take that risk," she said, her eyes glinting with determination. "Because I know I'm not the only one who wants to see this place burn."

With a sudden movement, she flicked the lighter, and the room erupted into flames. Agent Ross reacted instinctively, grabbing Moselia's arm and pulling her towards the door.

But it was too late. The doors were locked, the windows sealed. They were trapped. And the fire was spreading fast.

Just as I was looking...

Moselia stopped me immediately

"Don't agent Ross, you'll injure yourself"

Agent Ross's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with suspicion. How did she know he was going to try and break the door? And why was she stopping him?

But before he could react, Moselia's grip on his arm tightened. "Trust me, Agent Ross," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I have a plan. We need to get out of here, but we can't do it that way."

The flames were spreading fast, the heat intensifying. Agent Ross could feel the sweat dripping down his face, his lungs burning from the smoke.

"What's your plan, Moselia?" he shouted above the roar of the fire.

Moselia's smile was enigmatic. "Just follow me," she said, pulling him towards the far corner of the room.

Agent Ross hesitated, unsure if he could trust her. But with the flames closing in, he had no choice. He followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. What did she have planned? And would they make it out alive?

The moment we reached the far end corner, a hole in the ceiling was made and she shielded me immediately, and it crashed down on her.

"Moselia!!" Her cloths were dirty and torn and she was bleeding. From her hand, her forehead.

The wails and agony of everyone sounded.

Agent Ross's heart stopped as he watched Moselia shield him from the falling debris. He felt the impact of the crash, the dust and rubble raining down around them.

"Moselia!" he shouted, his voice hoarse from the smoke and fear. He grabbed her, pulling her close as he assessed her injuries. Her clothes were torn and dirty, her hand and forehead bleeding profusely.

He ripped off his jacket, using it to apply pressure to her wounds. "Moselia, can you hear me?" he shouted above the chaos.

She coughed, her eyes fluttering open. "Agent...Ross," she whispered, her voice weak.

The sounds of agony and despair filled the air, the flames still raging in the background. Agent Ross knew they had to get out, fast.

With a surge of adrenaline, he scooped Moselia into his arms, cradling her like a child. He looked up at the hole in the ceiling, their only escape route.

"Hold on, Moselia," he whispered, his voice firm. "I've got you."

With a deep breath, he began to climb, Moselia's weight heavy in his arms. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew he had to save her.

Immediately he knew someone had come and when he looked he saw Zayn.

"So This Had been the plan all along? From the moment I walked into the house and talked about that phone call, she started planning everything, she had everyone under her fingers"

He saw her in my arms as I held on tightly to her and his eyes turned solemn but cold.

The tunnel door behind him was open and I knew that was our escape route, no wonder she didn't want me breaking the door.

Agent Ross's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Zayn, his mind racing with the implications. "You knew about this all along, didn't you?" he accused, his voice low and even.

Zayn's expression was unreadable, but his eyes flicked to Moselia, then back to Agent Ross. "Let's just say I knew she had a plan," he said, his voice neutral.

Agent Ross's grip on Moselia tightened, his heart still racing from the adrenaline. "And you're here to help us escape?"

Zayn nodded, his eyes cold. "I'm here to make sure she gets out safely. She's...important to me."

Agent Ross raised an eyebrow, but he didn't have time to press for more information. The tunnel door behind Zayn was their only hope.

"Let's move," he growled, adjusting Moselia in his arms. "We need to get out of here, now."

Zayn nodded, turning to lead the way. Agent Ross followed, his eyes scanning the tunnel for any signs of danger. Moselia's plan had been intricate, but he knew there was still more to come. And he was determined to uncover every last detail.

He closed the tunnel door tightly and the further we move the further the wails and screams.

"We need to hurry, she also detonated a bomb, the whole manor will be burned to debris in a moment"

He took her away from my arms.

Agent Ross's eyes widened in alarm as Zayn took Moselia from his arms. "What's going on?" he demanded, his voice firm. "Where are we going?"

Zayn didn't answer, his face set in a determined expression. He started to move swiftly through the tunnel, Moselia limp in his arms.

Agent Ross followed close behind, his heart racing with every step. The screams and wails grew fainter, replaced by the sound of creaking wooden beams and the ominous ticking of a countdown.

"A bomb?" he repeated, his mind reeling. "How much time do we have?"

Zayn glanced over his shoulder, his eyes cold. "Not much," he said. "We need to move, now."

The tunnel began to slope upward, the air growing thick with the smell of smoke and ash. Agent Ross's lungs burned, his eyes stinging from the fumes.

Suddenly, Zayn stopped, his head cocked to one side. "Wait," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Agent Ross froze, his ears straining to hear what Zayn had detected. And then, he heard it too - the sound of footsteps, echoing through the tunnel, getting closer...

"who was that" I thought

But nevertheless I prepared myself, my hand on my gun

As the footsteps grew louder, Zayn's eyes locked onto Agent Ross's, a silent warning to be ready. Moselia, still limp in his arms, seemed oblivious to the danger approaching.

Agent Ross's hand tightened around his gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. He nodded to Zayn, a silent understanding passing between them.

The footsteps stopped at the tunnel entrance, and a figure emerged from the shadows. Agent Ross's eyes narrowed, his gun at the ready.

It was one of the world leaders, his face twisted in a snarl. "You think you can escape?" he spat, his eyes fixed on Moselia. "She's mine now."

Zayn stepped forward, his eyes cold. "I don't think so," he said, his voice low and deadly.

The air was thick with tension as the two men faced off, Moselia hanging limply between them. Agent Ross's gun was trained on the world leader, his heart racing with anticipation.

Who would make the first move?

I immediately fired shots. Form the side I saw Moselia had awokened.

Zayn also joined the fight.

We struggled for a while, and I was beaten down, along with Zayn.

I knew we were not a match for him, there was more than the eyes saw.

"I think I be taking her now" he said as he bent down to scope her into his arm when a shot sounded.

I froze, immediately the man fell, I saw Moselia, with a gun in her hand and her dress soaked with blood.