The Billionaire's divorced wife

Deep pants and heavy breaths eroded the dark and lonely street, accompanied with that came the incessant footsteps of emergency.

It appeared it wasn't just one.

A palm laid an unexpected grasp on the dim street lamp, whose light fluctuated eerily, giving off a creepy vibe to the desolate area.

A slim silhouette who was struggling hard to clutch onto the grasp of life, panting hard, finding difficulty in catching her breath.

With a hand on her chest, and the other, holding strongly to the street lamp's pole.

Unfortunately, luck appeared to not be on her side.

“Hurry, this way!”

The voice of the men chasing behind her echoed fearfully.

Making her gasp in shock with dread painted vividly in her wet eyes.

Even in the dark, just one look and one would be able to spot the sweat dripping through her face, the fear of an innocent girl in her eyes.

Having not much time, Alyssa withdrew her clamp fingers from the pole and began sprinting for her life.

Praying to whatever God there is that she shouldn't end up as prey to these horrendous wolves after her life.

Luckily for her, due to her petite figure, she was able to outrun them with a measurable distance despite the warning waves of fatigue and exhaustion that seems to be taking a toil on her puny body.

It has been exactly an hour and some minutes that she had been trying to evade these groups of dangerous men constantly chasing after her.

She didn't know what they wanted, or who they could be.

Perhaps thieves?

Worst was that, she isn't in possession of any valuable thing that would warrant them to chase her, she isn't even holding a bag!

Furthermore, the way they pursued her without giving up, only led her to one single conclusion; they were definitely after her life!

Alyssa struggled to increase her pace knowing they were catching up to her, but her strength failed her.

Her dark eyes were already moist with tears, and her ragged figure already exhausted.

Deep down she knew she couldn't go further.

Her step slowed down as the thought of giving up crossed her mind.

She's powerless against these five burly men. What could she do except submit?

Her breath turned heavier, she couldn't muster the strength to move her feet any longer.

It was in the middle of the night, was she really going to die this way with her lifeless body found in the dumpster by the next morning?

She couldn't help but sob.

“Get her! Hurry up! We shouldn't flunk this, or else we are goners!”

Despite her detoriating senses, she heard the words of the gangster loud and clear.

Which roused her suspicion, it was indeed as she had thought.

Someone wanted her!—either dead or alive.

This only grew Alyssa's fear, her weak body spasmed with a shudder just thinking about it.

What is she supposed to do now?!

A sudden will to be alive overwhelmed her, and she thought; she couldn't let whatever wicked plans these people, or the mastermind behind the scenes, had, succeed.

Pulling the last ounce of strength left in her body, she ran faster, picking up her pace again.

“Catch her! She's going away!” the dangerous voice sounded aggravated.

Just ahead, her line of sight came across a hollow beam of yellow light in the dark.

Her heart sped.

All this while, she never looked back, scared that she might be intimidated by their nearness, and somehow lose her courage to escape.

But now…now was different.

Alyssa took a peek behind her, and to her dismay, they were rapidly closing in on her.

Faster than she had imagined.

Rather than being intimidated, it worked the opposite way.

She paced for her life, heading towards that little light that seems to be screaming ‘safety.’

Finally!

Her mind went a tad calm when she approached the heavily fixed metal door.

By then, the footsteps of the men where already resonating at her back.

“Oh no, oh no,” her demure voice shook in fright.

Her heartbeat pounded erratically with every step and shout she heard closing in.

Unclamping her soaked palms, she held onto the door handle, her eyes closed while she muttered incoherent sentences that sounded like prayers.

Taking a leap of fate, she pulled down on it and to her greatest surprise, the metal door produced a rumbling sound as it slided open.

Alyssa exhaled, without wasting a second she intruded right into it, but it was too late to shut back the door—the men were already at her neck.

“She's getting away, grab her!”

It appeared to be an underground parking lot.

More surprisingly, tons of luxurious and expensive cars filled the space.

Alyssa thanked her stars for this, and hurriedly ran to a corner to shield herself.

Unfortunately, her tiny silhouette was spotted easily underneath the dim light the lot exhumed.

She was being chased mercilessly and had begun to feel the impact on her body.

“Quick, spread out and get her!” the one who seemed to be the big boss amongst them ordered, and in no time, the other four didn't hesitate to execute his instructions.

Alyssa had met a dead end!

Behind her was a sturdy wall of the vast parking lot.

Opposite, assembled the brawny men, looking down at her like a prey worth wasting energy on.

The smug smirk the leader of their gang administered to her, made her spine freeze.

“Little lamb,” he called out mockingly.

“there's no place to run to anymore.”