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Her eyes darted frantically around the street, her heart racing like a wild animal. The noise from the police car drawing closer sent a shiver through her, and her breath came in gasps. Without wasting any time, she continued to run, her legs pumping furiously."There's no way I'm going to that cage, no way, no way, no way," she chanted, her voice hoarse with desperation as she dragged herself down the street."I need a phone booth to make a call," she said as she scanned around, still not stopping.She stumbled, her feet scraping against the pavement. Her slippers tore, and she fell heavily to the ground. She felt a searing pain as her body crashed to the ground. She winced in pain, her legs sore and her palms scraped. Her eyes squeezed shut as she lay there, her body aching all over. She groaned, trying to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her head, making her fall back down."I won't let them have the last laugh at me. I will kill each one of them," she whispered, her voice shak
"If you think he's going to be a problem for me in the future, get rid of him. I don't leave any threats unresolved," Mr. Whimper said, his phone clutched to his ear."Yes, yes, I mean end him immediately. As simple as that," he added before ending the call. "And you, what are you doing just standing there? I told you to send out the invitation cards. The party needs to happen before we leave for Paris!" He barked as he turns his attention to a nearby guard.."Yes, Sir, right away," the guard replied, rushing off without hesitation. "Mr. Whimper, Mr. Whimper, there is someone outside looking for you," one maid has she rushed to him, her voice urgent."And who is that?" Mr. Whimper asked, his fury barely contained."I don't know, Sir. The outside guard called to let us know," the maid said."Did you check the visitor bookings to see who it might be?" Mr. Whimper asked, his patience wearing thin."Yes, yes, Sir. There were no details matching the person's description on the booking lis
“I spoke with Mr. Whimper, and he said he's going to help you out,” Aunty Soso Lolo said.“And how is he going to do that?” Brindle asked sharply.Aunty Soso Lolo leaned in and whispered something into her ear.“How dare you? Do I look like a mentally unstable person?” Brindle’s anger flared, her eyes blazing with indignation.“This is the only way. Otherwise, you’re going to end up in jail,” Aunty Soso Lolo replied firmly.Breathing heavily, Brindle said nothing, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides.“Just listen to me for once,” Aunty Soso Lolo urged. “If you want to really get revenge on them, just go along with this.”“They're going to regret this, every single one of them,” Brindle muttered, her gaze fixed on the distance as fury burned within her.“The lawyer and medical personnel will be here soon,” Aunty Soso Lolo added, watching Brindle closely."AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" she wailed, her voice shredding the air as the memory flooded back. She knelt on the floor, facing the
"Are you alright? Have you considered the consequences of your request? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment," Mr. Richard stated with a mix of frustration and concern in his voice. The caller's voice remained stern, "You have only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you risk losing me and the child we're expecting." Desperation filled Richard's response, "Brindle, please, I can't go through with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It would shatter her, I know my wife. Show some compassion, for goodness' sake." The caller's voice softened, "Do you truly love me? You know I love you with all my heart; I can't bear the thought of losing you, Brindle," Mr. Richard admitted earnestly. Then comply with my request, considering I have a generous heart. I'll grant you a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly ending the call. Richard was left in shock, murmuring to himself, "Just two weeks In a fit
The following day, a gentle breeze filled with the fragrance of fresh roses wafted through the air, as if the universe itself recognized the significance of the Wood family's special day.Early in the morning, Mr. Wood had risen to prepare a loving breakfast for his wife, declining the assistance of the maids, even though they insisted on helping. With a playful grin, he quipped, "I used to be quite the chef back in the day."He carefully arranged the tray of food on their bed, creating a delightful spread. The breakfast tray held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, slices of perfectly toasted bread, crispy bacon and sausage, a selection of cheeses, and a juicy grapefruit, each element meticulously prepared………………………………..Gently, he kissed his still-sleeping wife and began to rub her back, coaxing her to wake. She stirred, and as she opened her eyes, he leaned closer and whispered, "Happy sixth anniversary, my love." He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, to which she responded
As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause………………………… At breakfast----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair w
"I mean, your clothes smell like another woman's, another person's perfume, a feminine smell, and I know it's not from me. I don't smell like that," Natalie asserted. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he stammered, resembling a child caught in the act of misbehavior. "I—I, it must have been from the lady I helped earlier when I was going to attend to another business," he quickly explained, walking away with one hand on his head. "I need to wash down and refresh up." She collapsed on the bed. "I know you're hiding something from me, Richy. I know. Something hasn't been right since two years ago. I feel it," she said, sitting there, her eyes lost in her gaze, and tears began to stream down her face. Mr. Wood emerged from the bathroom after what felt like hours. Natalie, still sitting on the bed, raised her head and asked him, "Why does it feel like everything is coming to an end?" "What are you talking about?" he smiled and walked to her. "Nothing is coming to an end, my love." He gently kissed her
"Mr. Wood headed directly to Brindle’s hotel room when he had the chance. 'Hey, baby,' Brindle greeted when she opened the door, and Mr. Wood stepped inside, questioning her angrily, 'What were you trying to do back there?'""Brindle folded her hands in front of Mr. Wood and responded, 'I was just having some fun.' 'Fun? You call that humiliation fun?' Mr. Wood replied, stepping away. 'I did make some sense in some way,' Brindle continued. 'She needs to hear this sooner or later because the day is approaching fast. You’re going to present the divorce on her award night, right there in everyone's face on the 24th.'""What? Are you crazy?" Mr. Wood walked back to her. "I can’t do that, Brindle. Not in front of everybody, especially on her big day. She has worked so hard for whatever blessings are coming her way.""No, I gave you exactly two weeks to end everything with her, and unfortunately, the two weeks end on her big day."Yes, Richard, I am mad, crazy in love," Brindle said angrily,