He Killed Our Twins, So I Paid Someone to Kill Them

Cheryl's POV

All I wanted was to get rid of two lives.

So, I kept raising that offer from time to time.

But this time, when I walked into the auction hall, I wasn’t wearing torn, shabby clothes anymore.

I was dressed in a luxury designer outfit worth tens of millions.

That’s when the staff finally realized—I wasn’t here to mess around.

They politely escorted me into the VIP room and asked cautiously, “Miss, we have strict requirements for a job order. You need to have assets of over a billion. May I ask what your financial standing is?”

I handed him my bank card and answered, “Take a look.”

The moment they saw the balance, their jaws dropped.

“One hundred billion?!”

“Oh my god, I’ve never even seen that many zeros before.”

“Who is she?! Even Mr. Fraley just hit the hundred million mark. There’s no way his wife could be this rich, right?”

Every eye in the auction house turned toward me. The whole place buzzed with shock.

The bodyguards who had been monitoring me ran to tell Vince.

Vince's POV

“This is ridiculous,” I scoffed after my bodyguards filled me in on what was happening.

I sneered, “All her accounts are frozen. Does she actually think she has money?"

"And what job order? She's ridiculous! She probably found someone to stage this with her. I’d love to see how long she can keep up the act.”

I didn’t take it seriously at all. I was too busy hiring fake accounts to bury the trending video of me and Darlene.

Cheryl's POV

Meanwhile, I announced a job order at the auction: sky-high payment in exchange for two lives.

At first, everyone watched from the sidelines, unsure if it was for real.

But after the auction ended, someone stepped forward.

His name was Bond Hoffman.

“Miss Johnson. It’s been a while,” he said with a calm smile, reaching out his hand. “I’m accepting your job order.”

He stood in the light, face shadowed, but something about his voice struck me as eerily familiar.

Yet, I didn’t overthink it.

I simply gave him two names.

“Vince Fraley. Darlene Daniels. They’re the ones who killed my children. I want their lives for justice.”

Vince's POV

Back at the villa, I paced the living room restlessly, nerves fraying at the edges.

Then I got a call from the bodyguards stationed at the auction house.

"Sir, your wife spent three billion and found someone who took the deal. She’s placed a hit on two people."

My face went ghostly pale.

I shot to my feet, stunned. “No way… Where the hell did she get that kind of money?”

As the realization dawned, whatever color was left in my face drained completely.

“Wait… she couldn’t mean me and Darlene, could she? All I did was whip her a few times… and okay, maybe the online attacks were a bit much, but is this really worth murder over?!”

Just then, my assistant came running in, panic written all over his face.

“Something’s happened, sir! You told me to pick up your children from the safari park to use them as leverage against your wife, right? But we searched every inch of that place, and they weren’t there. We asked the staff. They said a week ago, both boys were bitten by venomous snakes. They’re now dead.”