Inane Spy
Greetings, people! Allow me to drop the mic: I am a spy. Well, technically, I was—until the agency decided my cover was 'too blown' after I accidentally live-streamed a mission on a social media platform. I was kicked out by my superiors—becoming unemployed suddenly. Then, I was married to a man, who thought that it would be better if I stay in the house, while he works outside.
Years zipped by in blissful domestic drudgery—I was your ‘classic happy housewife,’ whipping up dinners and dodging PTA drama. Then, boom: my husband, that cheating son of a bitch, drops dead in a 'freak golfing accident' (yeah, right), leaving me and our mischievous twin sons a suspiciously massive pile of cash. Jackpot? Think again.
Enter his boss: tall, dark, handsome, and oozing danger like a walking cologne ad—with a pinkie ring that screams 'trust fund mobster.' Turns out, hubby's 'import-export business' was code for mafia mayhem—smuggling everything from knockoff Rolexes to endangered parrots. Well, I always doubted that piece of shit. He seized all of my money—yes, my money—and threatened to kill us... until I convinced him that I can spy for him on his enemies.
Great idea, right?
I mean, I was a spy—it’s obvious that I can do it.
Disclaimer: It’s just a novel. Don’t be serious. It’s just a fiction. All the characters are from my imagination. They don’t exist in the real life. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me in this. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you. I condone them and I suggest you to take it just as a fiction. No need to think over them. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request not to read the novel any further. Thank you.