The invitation

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"Why, hello! Elina." Sarah Holloway spoke up, her broadest smile plastered on her model-like face. As she spoke, she moved closer to the woman, while ignoring her husband's death stare.

Sarah noticed how Elina stared at her as though she were a ghost, someone who had just risen from the dead.

When she stood in front of the tall and curvy woman, she stretched her hand to her, requesting a friendly handshake.

But, there was nothing friendly about Sarah's intentions for the woman. She knew that Elina wanted her husband, Elina had always wanted her husband. Three years had come and gone, so if Ivan was still hers - which he had to be, considering the fact that they were both still married - he would be hers forever. Until of course, her mission was fulfilled.

Elina stared down at the hand, before taking it in hers. Sarah gripped hold of the woman's hand, sending her a deadly smile that screamed "run for your life."

But, Elina would not deter. She had only backed down for