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What is Opula’s Plan?
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For days after the yacht party, I hadn’t seen much of Salsa. I noticed Salsa had withdrawn herself from my chamber, always sending the maids to attend to me. The fact was that Salsa still housed guilt in her heart after I mysteriously survived the sleeping pills she put in my drink.Seriously, she thought I would ask her if I should set my eyes on her; I wished I knew what actually happened to me that night.“Why are you avoiding me, Salsa??” I queried her when I bumped into her at the kitchen, “Is there anything you are hiding from me?” I queried yet further.Salsa glanced around and gestured at me to tune down my voice. “I don’t need to remind you, you are not supposed to be found here. Please return to your chamber. I will meet you there,” she whispered to me in a pleading manner.Later, when she came to serve me dinner and sneaked in, thinking I was asleep in bed, I asked, “You have never sneaked into my chamber, Salsa. What is happening?” I asked from my bed, turned around and fl
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Kate was busy with the maids who assisted the costumier to make her up in her chamber. Suddenly, there was a barge; it was Opula. She was looking thunderous and stolen. She smacked her lips in fury and began to walk up and down the chamber, slightly murmuring under her breath.Kate perceived the unrest on her face and was forced to order the maids and costumier, “Please leave us now.” Her voice was calm, yet her gaze gathered around Opula who kept pacing up and down.“That bastard rejected the offer!” Opula yelled once the maids vacated the chamber. “Despite flopping the job, Salsa has the guts to reject the fifty thousand dollars initial deposit for the job.”Kate’s face screwed up, “What! Salsa did that? What must have given her the guts to reject the money? She needs money like a money hole, especially for her mother’s medical bills,” she contemplated and placed a finger on her jaw , “Are you sure she hasn’t revealed it to Melissa?”Opula clenched her jaw and beamed, “I don’t give
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The noise of the resounding slap hung in Salsa’ ears, and she shut her eyes afterward, losing interest in seeing more of the video. She raised her gaze, masked her face and sobbed into her palms, as her heart pounded with the heaviness of a banging ball.“No, this can’t be true,” she protested. “As you can see in the video, I called it a quit with your husband. I don’t have anything to do with him anymore. You can call him to confirm…”Opula chuckled in mockery, “Oh really. The fact remains that you were seeing my husband. You have been sleeping with him until recently. You are the mistress that has been distracting my marriage. How dare you, Salsa. Have you forgotten how deep I bite when I am embarking on revenge, huh?”Salsa interrupted, “It is not true, please don’t misunderstand me. I never wanted to date your husband, but he wouldn’t let me be. Despite reminding him about the risk of cheating on you, he still forced himself on me. What on earth would make me share your husband wi
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