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Twenty-eight
While some people in the world struggle for survival and luxury, others crave for death and eternal rest. This was exactly the feeling Marcello Marchesa was having. He woke up one day to find the love of his life missing. Something like that had never happened to him. He felt drowsy, weak and nauseous. He noticed the white tube connected from his hand to the infusion stand by his left.
Why was he getting infused when he had spent some amazing hours, drinking and raising glasses to life together with the woman he loved who had just accepted to be his eternal lover? What was or rather had happened? Where was Jasmine? So he kept on asking himself and everyone around him.
A clear version to answer all these questions was; days prior to this, when he'd been leaving to go back into the city, Jasmine had demanded for some Valium pills to help her sleep. She had willfully deceived him, complaining about insomnia to convince him about getting her the
Obassi A-nHello dear reader, I am sincerely sorry for the irregular and late updates. Please bear a little with me. College s sucking the life out of my soul and I can't even do anything about it. I love you guys so much for sticking it with this book till now despite my short comings. Thank you guys so much and I pray things get better. How are y'all loving it so far? Exciting? Tell me in the reviews your views and what y'all think I could be doing wrong or better to improve this book. I was thinking of changing the genre since things are taking an action packed turn. But anyways, thanks again for reading and see y'all at the next update. Hopefully, it sooner than later. Yours faithfully, Obassi.
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A wet mist carried by the wind across the seemingly dead forestation that surrounded the cabin flew in through the windows; the mint green curtains dancing along side it. Jasmine sat across a the furniture embedded in white sheets and a folded coloured draping to the side; she smoothing the sheets with her palms, letting the cold air to blow across her face. She heard a vile movement again from the door, but this time, it didn't just stop at the door, it seemed to be pushing open the door. Jasmine scurried to hide behind the bed which barely covered half her figure. But it did provide an easily breakable barricade between her and whoever was going to come through that door. Jasmine grabbed tight the vase of white and red roses that stood on the night stand beside, braced her arm, ready to throw it at them.She flinched in mid action when she saw who walked through the door."Serena?" She dropped the vase back on the nightstand, got on her feet, "My God! Serena, I was-"
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How about that?A lot had change. A lot was different about her. Marcello keenly observed the CCTV footage, never shifting his eyes away from her weak form. She had been tortured beyond reason, broken to the bones, he could almost see her sanity; breaking, little cracks and faults, falling apart, bit by bit, but still, she was still holding on. The woman alone had the willpower of a ten strong men. She wouldn't give a slight hint as to where she had hidden the child. He wasn't with any of her family members; not even the extended ones.For the main time, he was moving heaven and earth to find the detective. He had heard from Serena that she was with him when they'd found her, but he had just disappeared."You're going to have to talk to her yourself now. She won't say anything and if I go in there one more time, I might kill her without hesitation.""We cannot kill her.""Why not Marcello? Tell me why. Are you still soft hearted for thi
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On the third ring of his business mobile phone, Marcello finally picked up. He had a nostalgic feeling rooted from the time he had to be constant wait for Serena's calls whilst still a fugitive in Cameroon. He brought the device to his ear, scratching the side of his face with his index, a sign that he was nervous."This better be a 'good news, I have found your son call' because if not, I do not see why you're calling me now?""Where is the girl?" Serena's voice could be heard from the other line,"Probably knocked out. You didn't call me to ask about her well-being did you?" He threw his hand into his mop of taper waves atop his head, another sign that his frustration was only growing."No. I need you to be by her and tell me her reaction to the news I'm about to give you right now.""Why? Have you found him?""Just go Marcello!"
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"Lo sapevo! Lo sapevo cazzo! And I told you! I told we should never have let that girl out." Serena fussed. She strut about in hasty movements, putting piles together."Basta Serena. She has not betrayed me. Jasmine will not betray me again. I know she won't. We just have to know where they took her. Whoever did was probably trying to keep her away from us. We must find her and my son.""Dios! Marcello! How are you still so blinded by this girl? What the hell did she give you? You know what? I should have killed from the very first day I saw her." Her words barely left when she felt Marcello's hand hold a tight grip around her neck."Don't you ever repeat those words ever again! Or else I will not hesitate to break your neck.""Marcello you're hurting me," Serena put her hands around his big ones, trying to loosen his grip. She was gasping for air. He let her go. She was in a coughing fit. She was strong and a predator; but no matter what, Marcello was te
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