The Billionaire's Genius Wife

Amarante, Northern Portugal.

A cluster of stone houses sits within the off-grid estate in the heart of Amarante, enveloped by a swift expanse of green trees.

Inside one of the two-story houses, a slender woman with a light brown pixie haircut meditated on the veranda outside her second-floor bedroom. She composed her thoughts while the nocturnal choir echoed in the distance. A gentle, cool breeze caressed her face, prompting her to slowly open her eyes and gaze at the solitary moon in the dark sky.

After several months in this location, she began to embrace her environment, this new prison, after their sudden relocation from Svalbard. Although unaware of the exact events, she could discern something significant had occurred in the Royal city. She presumed this was the reason that damn Allaistar decided to move her here.

As she resumed her meditation, she heard a disturbance from downstairs. She cast her gaze towards the area where the guards typically patrolled but found it empty.

'This is unusual,' Rosalie muttered, raising a delicate brow while standing up.

After ensuring no one was on the ground, she leaped down, landing gracefully without making a sound. Stealthily, she moved toward the window to peer inside, where she discovered ten guards who usually protected the place, gathered and engaged in a discussion.

This was unprecedented. She had never witnessed all the guards convening in one room, leaving their posts. Judging by the dark expressions on their faces, she sensed this was her chance.

Her heart quickened as she silently approached a slightly ajar window on the opposite side, attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation.

...

"Wait, is the information you received accurate?" "Yes. I just received a call from Paris, and our Master vanished from his room..." said the giant man. "Impossible. Our Master's mansion is heavily guarded. How could anyone break in without being detected?" snapped the bald man.

"Motherfucker!! Why are you scolding me? You do know that I know jack shit about it. I'm just conveying the news, okay!" The giant man who relayed the news grew mad, desiring to punch his colleague, the bald man.

"Stop! Why are you guys fighting about?" shouted another man.

"Yeah, stop fighting! Now, remember the Master's final words," said the man in the black leather jacket.

Everyone gazed at their leader in silence. But a few moments later, someone asks, "Brother, so you mean we should kill..." The man couldn't finish his sentence when his friend asked him to stop speaking.

The leader nodded, "According to the information, our Master was detained a few hours ago. So, we should pretend to eliminate that woman within hours and send her picture to Roland Gilwynn!" "Yes, that was our master's final directive," confirmed the bald man. They knew the royal family had detained their Master, and this woman's life would play a vital role in freeing him.

Silence filled the room.

...

Rosalie's smile grew wider upon hearing that bastard Allaistar Parker was finally captured.

'Why did it take so long for them to realize that man was evil? Roland is slow to realize his brother-in-law is evil. He lacks sensibility,' Rosalie muttered as she shook her head. Rosalie casually strolled through the dark, leaped onto the second-floor veranda, and entered her dimly lit bedroom. She changed into her comfortable outfit, black trousers and a shirt, then slipped under the covers.

'Come on, boys! Hurry up... I need to train my muscles!' She was ready to beat and eliminate them all.

Slowly, her eyes closed, yet she remained vigilant, her ears tuned to the sounds outside her bedroom. Before long, her suspicions were confirmed. She heard footsteps racing up the stairs toward the second floor, drawing nearer to her room. Clenching a small silver dagger, she counted inwardly, 'One, two, three... Five!'

A bitter smile played on her lips as she realized they had underestimated her. She had expected all of them to converge on her bedroom.

...

"She's asleep, right?" one voice inquired.

"Yes, I guess so..." another responded.

"Just wake her up, beat her, but remember not to kill her. "We need it to take her picture to exchange our master's life," their leader ordered.

They were well aware of Rosalie Withers's background as an assassin. Poison may have left her unable to escape, but her skills remained intact. They never took her lightly, always sending more than four men to the second floor, fearing she might attack them.

"Yes, brother," another man said as he unlocked the door. "Wake up! We need you to come with us now!" he barked.

Rosalie was taken aback. She had thought they would immediately attack her, but she needed to adapt her plan. Slowly, she opened her eyes and directed her gaze toward the door. She saw a burly man standing there and a few familiar faces armed with guns.

"Why?" Rosalie feigned confusion to make the other guy backward at the corridor.

"Hurry! Time is running out," he snapped.

Leaving her small dagger on the bed, Rosalie slowly slid out under her blankets and walked to the door.

"Hands up!" the robust man ordered, his gun aimed at her head. She raises her hand casually.

"Why the rush, gentlemen? Are we going to move again?" she asked playfully, flashing a smile at him.

"Quit stalling and get moving!"

"Alright, alright," she replied, advancing toward the door. But a few steps ahead of the burly man, she suddenly moved with lightning speed and stole his gun before he could react. She didn't give him a chance to speak and shot him in the temple.

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed, startling the four men in the corridor. Before they could understand what had happened, another gunshot echoed.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Damn it!" The last man ran for the stairs, cursing Rosalie in his mind. But Rosalie had no intention of letting him escape. She squeezes her gun while a chilling smile graces her face.

"Bang!"

Upon witnessing their lifeless bodies, she returned to her bedroom, retrieving her dagger. Afterward, she strolled casually to the veranda. She lingered there, listening intently to the commotion

below. She knew five individuals were present and was confident they must have heard the gunshots by now.