Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx
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Elena stood startled at the man who had been blackmailing her for over 5 months. He had been blackmailing her with just threats of knowing her secret in exchange that she dropped the business deal she had just finalized.
The hot heavy summer breeze on a Monday morning was the first greeting Elena got coming out of her house. Lagos they said was the city of opportunities and the summer season did nothing to stop or reduce its bubbly runs of bodies brushing and past each other, not even stopping to give as much as a glance.The bodies belonging to workers of every sort, rushing down the alley to get to their works, students either bouncing with joy to be back to school again or the ones that cat walked, dragging their
I know what you did.The bold typed words were staring back at her from the screen of her laptop as they have been in the last five minutes. She hadn't moved since she opened the email from an unknown address.I know what you did.
The email was from the same address, '7ight'. It readNice outfit.He had seen her. How? Where?Was he the
Gregory had watched her that evening. That evening she did the dreadful. It had brought his twisted mind so much joy to see such a fragile thing take a life.He had been in his one room apartment in an old almost deserted house when the fragile girl that drove so recklessly, causing practically all the dust to rise up, had caught his attention. He had wondered what had her so pissed and hurried. He'd watched her countering with a man that should be in his fifties, and what ever argument they had looked heated.When the man had walked up to her and she had skated away from him, he'd smiled knowing he wouldn't stop watching, even if the man had raped her. He was going to watch it all with his camera, and his demented self would get hard from the sight. He'd continued watching as the man snarled his teeth at
At the end of that week, on Saturday specifically, she stood in front of the mirror, nervously smothering the side of her black dress even though it wasn't rumpled. She had dressed up prettily in a black dress and packed her hair into a bun as the note in the parcel had instructed.Dinner at 8 on Saturday. At the new fast food just outside your estate. Sure you know the name, can't miss it. And dress pretty for me in a black dress, with your hair up, amore. —The note read.As she made her way to Chop taste, the fast-food he had instructed she met him, she stopped for a bit to send a text to Anna, telling her where she was headed... she did that just in case that was the last they saw of her. At least they could trail links to find her dead body and bury it. Not that she'd deserve a burial.
She winced naturally, as she had become accustomed to it been the first thing she did at the dawn of day, thanks to her thin curtains that never stop light from penetrating. She expected the light to hit her closed eyes, but to her surprise, there was no hit. Behind her lids told her her room wasn't as bright as it usually was.She yawned wondering why she felt so rested. Her brows frowned as her body told her it wasn't used to the feel of the bed she was on, though it was comfy, it just didn't feel like her bed. She croaked her lids open and was met with an unfamiliar environment.The neatly arranged room with yellow painted walls caught her eyes. Then the thick grey curtains —which explained why strays of sunlight didn't greet her vision—, a chair that had few folded clothes on it and a door that she knew would lead to a bathroom at once. She puffed a
It was Monday again, and Elena was back to work, looking more dolled up than usual only because she wanted to believe she was okay. She had to believe she was okay. The world had to believe.The bright colors she wore —A yellow long-sleeved shirt, tucked into a green trouser and yellow suede shoes— were a complete contrast to her mood. Dark. Beyond dark.She had never been in a light mood, not that she could remember. But she had managed to steady herself in a neutral mood for three years now. And then cane the psycho to push her back to her old lane.She didn't miss it... being in such a dark mood. Being on such a dark side. She didn't miss it, but she fitted into it.The only thing that was usu