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“What’s in that direction?” “Nothing much.” Mark spoke looking at the area Chris was pointing towards with a scrutinizing gaze as he recalled the significance of the landscape “It used to be an industrial area that got ditched even before it was developed due to environmentalist protests against changing the landscape to resolve access difficulties.” “Boss, I think we can predict the destination of the car with 95% accuracy.” Night Wing spoke as he looked up the map of the area where the car disappeared. He had pulled up the specifics of the area as Mark was speaking. “Um?” Chris asked in a low voice although his eyes were locked on the screen where the car disappeared. Every minute that ticked off without any news of Emile, was another minute that his life force and sanity was draining off. “Here...” Night Wing pointed confidently at the patch of lush trees. “There is an abandoned factory here.” “Let’s go.” Chris didn’t want to wait any longer. Even if the chances were only 5%, h
Emile found herself lying in the back seat of a modified 7-seater when she gained consciousness. She raised her head in confusion, only to find herself restricted by the ropes binding her. She saw that there was only two men in front and one in the middle seat, staring at her. “Don’t blame me. If anything, you only have yourself to blame for falling in love with someone else’s man.” The man shook his head in regret. Perhaps he felt sorry for the miserable woman who was unlucky in love in front of him. He knew her story and there was nothing but regret as he looked at her. He knew her story and there was nothing but regret as he looked at her. Her first love was a tomb of torture and the second one although it seemed to be smooth sailing, would eventually take her life, either way, she was not destined for a happy ending. Perhaps, he felt sorry for her as they both fell in love with the wrong person or so he thought. If Sheryl was here, she would have recognized the man, as it as none
“Eeisssshhh…” Emile gasped in pain as the brute men cut the ropes and tugged them off. The ropes that were already digging into her legs, left a bloody trail as they were rudely yanked off. Even so, Emile pursed her lips and walked forward. She knew that her husband who spoiled her unconditionally was not around, and she didn’t have the luxury of acting spoiled. Her eyes misted and streamed down her cheeks as she thought of how she might never see the man who spoiled her unconditionally. “Keep moving” One of the men pushed her forward as he saw her slowing. Emile moved forward before being able to stabilize her balance. She sighed in relief as she hugged her tummy and walked forward. She didn’t have the courage to slow down any further. The inside of the warehouse was more desolate than the outside. There were another 8 eight men inside, all eyeing her like hungry wolves. But none of them approached her. Larry was seated in a corner watching them as they walked in step by step. He
Sheryl turned back and kicked the stool that was lying quietly in her path in anger. She narrowed her eyes as she saw Emile who was lying down, tied up like a sacrificial lamb that was totally at her mercy. Her lips curled up cruelly. “Are we comfortable?” Sheryl walked forward like a proud peacock. “No” Emile's lips curled in disdain “But I don’t assume you brought me here to make me comfortable.” “At least you have self-awareness.” Sheryl’s lips curled viciously as she approached Emile. Just as she was approaching Emile, Eva walked in, rushed in would be more apt. “I was delayed as I was making sure I had an alibi for the Walters to stare at so that we won’t be inconvenienced here.” Eva explained as she slowed her steps, feigning a relaxed expression. “Not delayed…” Sheryl chuckled. She didn’t blow Eva’s farce even though she saw through it. Eva was her scapegoat, why would she compete with a short- lived ghost? “Where’s Larry?” Eva asked in caution as she saw that Sheryl’s sha
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH” Emile cried out and spoke with great difficulty "My husband will avenge me and his child.... don't slander my husband. I will not doubt his love as I have been fortunate to receive it unconditionally." Following Emile cry, before anyone had the chance to react, two bullets pierced through the air one after the other followed by another scream “AAAAHHHHH” The only difference was this time, the cry wasn’t from Emile, but rather Eva. The two shots fired were calculated; one was aimed at her hand and the other at the knife to deflect its projection from falling onto Emile. Everyone’s gaze turned to look at the direction the bullets came to see a furious Chris rushing over with Night Wing who had his guns drawn in both hands. Emile smiled through tears as she saw the man rushing towards her without a care for his life. How could she not love and trust such a man…... she was truly fortunate in this lifetime to have met him…...however short lived, she was truly blessed to
At the warehouse- Sheryl looked at the furious Chris who barged in, with shock. She didn’t expect Emile to hold so much value his heart nor did she expect him to find them so fast. Her arrangements were meticulous. She had made an appointment in a beauty saloon in the shopping centre that Emile was at but booked a 4-hour session so that her timelines would clash with the time of kidnapping, taking her off the list. She even got her look-alike to drive back to the hotel where she was staying in her car so that anyone chasing her would be led in circles but would not be anywhere near her. Even the car used to kidnap Emile was meticulously planned. Larry had rented the modified 7-seater from a local rental, of course under a false name and had parked the car in an inconspicuous spot. Neither she nor Larry went back to the car or did anything in proximity to the car while it was within the scope of surveillance. “This is all her.” Eva screamed waking from her stupor of being shot, looki
Adam arrived at the Goodwill Samaritan hospital with Elizabeth, his daughters (and daughters-in-laws) and Abbey shortly after Mark called to inform him that Emile was sent here. Among the ladies, Elizabeth was the calmest. She kept pacifying the others not to stress and it was understandable to get a fright when something like this happens. Adam pursed his lips, his jaws taut as he noticed his wife’s oddity, but he didn’t voice his opinion; inwardly he hoped the current situation didn’t have anything to do with his wife. Otherwise, given his son’s nature, he was sure that he would break all ties with them. Elizabeth by nature was a worry wart; she was never calm, even the smallest of concerns would get her worked up. Not just Adam even the kids knew what their mother was like. However, other than Angel and Veronica, no one noticed that anything was amiss due to the stress from the ordeal. Adam was shocked to see a lifeless Chris sitting outside the operation theatre, his clothes soa
Although the expression of Adrian and Marcus attracted the attention of all the Walters, none of them were brave enough to touch the tiger’s whiskers. They just stood ready to support if and when they were needed. However, Elizabeth didn’t have the discernment of the other Walters, she strode towards Neil with a haughty expression and took the papers out of Neil’s hands impolitely. Neil could have stopped her. He wasn’t weak nor was he gentle and polished like most doctors; he, Adrian and Chris were like peas in a pod. But he let her take the paperwork; it wasn’t out of respect or fear of her ‘Senior Mrs Walter’ title like she thought nor because of her status as Chris’s mother…. Heh! Why would he respect the mother that Chris himself wanted to kill right now? The only reason for his indulgence was because he wanted to see what expression she would have once she realized the outcome of all her scheming. He was not an idiot. He had seen the results of Chris’s investigation and also he