Love In Disguise: Rebirth of the Heiress
Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Chapter 99

Drake grinned, leaning back in his chair again. "Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

"Just tell me who’s behind this," she demanded, her voice sharp and impatient.

Drake tapped his fingers together, his expression turning thoughtful. "I don’t have names yet, but someone’s feeding Jason information. Detailed information. They’ve got access to things they shouldn’t have—things only someone very close to you would know."

Joselle’s heart sank, her mind racing. "Close to me? Are you saying it’s someone in my circle?"

Drake nodded. "Seems likely. You’ve got a snake in your garden, Joselle. And from the looks of it, they’re ready to bite."

She clenched her fists again, her knuckles turning white. "Whoever it is, I’ll deal with them. I always do."

Drake’s smirk returned. "I’m sure you will. But remember, Joselle—if you fall, I’m not going down with you. You’ll deal with your traitor, but I’ll be watching from a safe distance."

Joselle glared at him, her chest heaving with anger. "You’re such a coward."

"No," Drake said, his voice calm and even. "I’m a survivor. There’s a difference."

Joselle scoffed, "Just fucking tell me who released the news. I get Jason knew, but who released it."

Drake leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "You see, Joselle, I always keep an eye on you. It’s what makes me such an excellent guardian angel. I stay two steps ahead. That’s why I knew you’d come running to me as soon as the news broke."

"Guardian angel?" Joselle scoffed, narrowing her eyes. "I pay you, Drake. Let’s not romanticize your role here."

He chuckled, pulling out his phone and tapping a few times. "And yet, here you are, seeking my guidance." He turned the phone around, showing her two grainy photos. "Recognize them?"

Joselle leaned back, her mind racing as she stared at the images. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her nails tapped rhythmically on the table. "Levi? My manager? And Kiara?"

Drake smirked, casually swirling the drink in his hand. "That’s right. Seems like they’re getting cozy with Jason, don’t you think?"

Joselle’s fingers dug into the edge of the chair. "Levi wouldn’t... He’s been with me for years. He wouldn’t betray me. Kiara, on the other hand..."

Drake raised a brow, his tone laced with mockery. "You really think Levi’s loyalty is rock-solid? People do crazy things when they think they’ve got a better offer. Or maybe Jason’s just playing puppet master, pulling strings on both ends."

Joselle glared at him, her voice low and biting. "Don’t play games with me, Drake. I need answers. Not speculation."

Drake shrugged, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "You’re too emotional, Joselle. That’s your problem. You’re letting your feelings cloud your judgment. You should be asking yourself why Kiara and Levi are working together—and what they’re planning next."

Joselle clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I want Levi back. And Kiara—" Her voice sharpened, venom dripping from every word. "Kiara has to go. She’s ruined too much already."

Drake chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Kiara? Gone? That’s not going to be easy. She’s under Jason’s protection now, and I’m guessing she’s smarter than you give her credit for. You’d have to play this one very carefully."

Joselle stood abruptly, pacing the room as she tried to make sense of it all. "Levi... Why would he turn on me? After everything I’ve done for him?"

Drake watched her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe it’s not about you, sweetheart. Maybe he’s just looking out for himself. Or maybe someone made him an offer he couldn’t refuse."

Joselle’s eyes burned with frustration. "I don’t care what his reasons are. I want him out of the picture. Permanently."

Drake raised a brow, leaning back in his chair. "Now you’re talking my language. I can make Levi disappear, nice and clean. But it’s going to cost you."

Joselle’s gaze snapped to him, her voice cold and sharp. "Name your price."

Drake grinned, savoring her desperation. "We’ll discuss that later. For now, focus on playing the game. Keep your enemies close and your cards closer. I’ll handle Levi."

She nodded reluctantly, her jaw tight. "Fine. But make it quick."

Drake’s grin widened. "Consider it done. Now, as for Kiara—"

Joselle cut him off, her voice like ice. "Leave her to me."

Drake shrugged, clearly amused by her determination. "Suit yourself. Just don’t let your emotions get the better of you. That’s how people like Kiara win."

Joselle turned away, her hands trembling with barely contained rage. She couldn’t let Kiara or Levi destroy everything she’d worked so hard to build.

Drake’s voice broke through her thoughts, his tone dripping with suggestion. "Speaking of emotions... how about you let me help you relax? The usual, perhaps?"

She shot him a glare over her shoulder, her voice cutting. "I’m not in the mood, Drake."

"Well I am."

Drake’s smirk deepened, but Joselle’s glare could have frozen fire. "Don’t push me, Drake," she said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "You might be useful, but you’re still nothing more than a tool. A disposable one."

His grin faltered, just for a moment, before he covered it with a mocking laugh. "Feisty as ever. That’s what I like about you, Joselle. But be careful who you call disposable. I’m the only one willing to clean up your mess."

Joselle spun on her heel, her heels clicking loudly as she headed for the door. Before stepping out, she turned back, her expression venomous. "Don’t forget who holds the leash, Drake. You’re good at what you do, but never forget—I can replace you with a snap of my fingers."

Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and disappeared into the night.

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Once inside her car, Joselle leaned back against the seat, her mind racing. Her fury bubbled just below the surface, threatening to spill over. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a second phone—a sleek, black device meant for calls she didn’t want traced.

She dialed a number, her nails tapping impatiently against the armrest as the phone rang. When the line clicked open, she wasted no time.

"Hello," she said, her voice smooth and controlled. "I need someone fired. And I mean permanently."