The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 308: The planning

Margaret leaned back in her chair, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows on the walls of the room. The air was thick with the scent of incense, but even that couldn’t mask the bitterness that lingered in her heart. Dominic sat across from her, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity as they began to discuss the next steps in their twisted plan.

"We can’t rush into this," Dominic began, his voice measured and cold. "If we’re going to take her down, we have to be smart about it. We need a plan that’s foolproof, one that will leave no trace back to us."

Margaret nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. She had waited so long for this moment, for the chance to finally rid herself of Abigail. But Dominic was right—they needed to be careful, methodical. Abigail wasn’t someone they could just kill in a fit of rage; it had to be planned, precise, and above all, untraceable.

"We could poison her," Margaret suggested, her voice low and contemplative. "Something slow-acting, something that would take time to kill her. It would look natural, like an illness."

Dominic considered this, his fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair. "Poison is tricky," he said after a moment. "It’s too easy to detect, especially with the kind of resources she has. And if they find out it was poison, they’ll start looking for who had access to her food, her drink. It’s too risky."

Margaret frowned, frustrated by the complexity of it all. "Then what do you suggest? We can’t just walk up to her and put a bullet in her head. That would be suicide."

"No, we need something cleaner, something that can’t be traced back to us," Dominic agreed. He paused, his eyes narrowing as a new idea began to form in his mind. "What if we make it look like an accident? Something that no one would question—like a car crash, or a fall down the stairs. Something that would be tragic, but not suspicious."

Margaret’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. "A car crash," she repeated, nodding slowly. "That could work. We could tamper with the brakes, make it look like a mechanical failure. But we’d need to make sure it happens in a place where there won’t be any witnesses, no security cameras."

Dominic smiled, a dark and twisted expression that sent a shiver down Margaret’s spine. "Exactly. We control the circumstances, and we control the narrative. But there’s another angle we need to consider—Abigail isn’t the only one we need to destroy."

Margaret raised an eyebrow, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean her husband," Dominic replied, leaning forward with a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. "If we just kill Abigail, her husband, Remo, will be left to pick up the pieces. He’s a powerful man, and he’ll stop at nothing to find out what happened to her. We can’t leave him as a loose end."

Margaret hadn’t considered that. In her mind, all she had focused on was Abigail—making her suffer, making her pay. But Dominic was right. Remo was a problem too. A problem that needed to be dealt with.

"So, what do we do about him?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

Dominic’s smile widened, his eyes flashing with a cruel kind of excitement. "We frame him for Abigail’s murder," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We make it look like he’s the one who killed her—out of jealousy, out of rage, whatever story we want to sell. Once she’s dead, we plant evidence that points directly to him. By the time anyone realizes what’s happened, it’ll be too late. He’ll be ruined, and they’ll both be out of our way."

Margaret stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. It was a brilliant plan, so twisted and so perfect that she could hardly believe it. Not only would Abigail be dead, but Remo would be destroyed as well, his reputation shattered, his life in ruins. The thought filled her with a dark, perverse joy.

"You really think it could work?" she asked, almost breathless with excitement.

"I know it will," Dominic replied confidently. "We just need to be careful, make sure everything is in place before we move. I’ll handle the details, make sure there’s no room for error. All you need to do is play your part."

Margaret nodded eagerly, already imagining the look on Abigail’s face when she realized what was happening. The fear, the confusion, the betrayal—it would be glorious. And then, when it was all over, Margaret would finally have what she had always wanted: revenge.

"What do I need to do?" she asked, ready to follow Dominic’s lead.

Dominic instructed. "Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t suspect anything. When the time comes, I’ll let you know. We’ll need to time it perfectly—when she’s most vulnerable, when no one else is around. That’s when we strike."

"And Remo?" Margaret asked, still thinking about how to frame him. "How do we make it look like he’s the one who did it?"

"We’ll plant evidence," Dominic explained, his tone cold and calculating. "A few carefully placed fingerprints, a forged letter or two—enough to make it look like he was planning it for weeks. We might even stage an argument between them, something public, so people have a reason to believe he snapped."

Margaret couldn’t help but smile at the brilliance of it all. "You really have thought of everything," she said, admiration evident in her voice.

Dominic leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "This is our chance, Margaret. Our chance to take back what’s ours. Once Abigail and Remo are out of the way, nothing will stand in our way. We’ll have everything we’ve ever wanted."

Margaret’s heart swelled with anticipation, her mind already picturing the life that awaited her once their plan was complete. Wealth, power, respect—all the things that had been taken from her would be hers again. And this time, no one would take them away.

"No one will ever suspect us," she murmured, almost to herself. "It’ll be the perfect crime."

Dominic smiled, a dark, satisfied expression. "Exactly. And by the time anyone realizes what’s happened, we’ll be long gone, living the life we deserve."

Margaret felt a surge of triumph as she reached out to take Dominic’s hand, sealing their twisted pact. She could almost taste the victory, almost feel the satisfaction of seeing Abigail and Remo brought to their knees. It was all so close, just within her grasp. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

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