MIA'S POV Mia, I'm going to get you, and I promise if I lay my hands on you, you will be dead in just a few seconds, just like your sister." Mr. George's threats still send shivers down my spine; everything I reminisced about the day he called me. My life was at stake, and not only mine, but Angel's life was also in danger. “I was sure Tracy would never forgive me if anything happened to her daughter.” I thought deeply.My heart ponders trying my best, even if it was just to save Angel and leave me dead. She had to live and survive in this world. I didn't have any other option. I needed to find Mr. Mark by myself. He was my only hope, the only person I could trust to help me find Juliet, who could unlock the flash drive.If I could lock Mr. George away before he found me, then I would be on top of the world. "Tracy, I will run this," I whispered to myself as I walked by the pedestrian way through the highway, waiting for a car.I decided to call Mr. Mark before going anywhere. Afte
MIA'S POV Then he spat at me, “I've heard you are connected with Juliet." I felt he wasn't asking a question, but he wasn't."I'm definitely sure you're the one," he spoke, and his voice left me with a shocking gaze."How do you know my name?" I asked, and he just smiled and chuckled."There's nothing hidden from me in Texas.” He declared in a low tone,“Please, Mr. Calvin, I don't know you," I pleaded, trying to make him see my pale eyes, and maybe I can seize that opportunity to be free.“I've been in Texas for a very long time, and I have people who work for me just to get information for free," he responded, and his response sent shivers down my veins again.I looked at him directly: "What do you really want from me? Please, just let us go, and I'll do anything for you," I pleaded again, trying to save Angel from his wrath.He just smiled, "You don't have to do much for me. The only thing I need from you is to do the right thing. You have a few steps to take," he muttered, his vo
MARK'S POVI bowed my head after receiving the call, my mind racing with the fact that Mia and Tracy's daughter had been kidnapped. I muted my voice, barely audible, as I sat on a plush couch in my room with Juliet beside me. Both of us gazed at each other."What? No, it can't be." I whispered inwardly to myself, "Mia and Angel have been kidnapped, Juliet," I said in a low tone.“Who kidnapped them?" she asked immediately, and I was left speechless, aware of what the kidnapper had requested—Juliet."How should I tell Juliet that she is the only key that can rescue Mia and Angel from their clutches?" I whispered inwardly to myself. I was not hurt but worried.I stretched my hand to my jaw and began to scratch it, trying to find answers and ways to communicate with Juliet."Mark, what is wrong? Your face is pale and worried," she asked, but I couldn't answer her. I remained in my thoughts, thinking of a way out apart from taking Juliet to the kidnapper."Juliet, you've been through a l
JULIET'S POV Mark stood in front of us, guiding us from any threat from Calvin, a man I didn't even know. But I stood comfortably and bravely, gently walking from behind him to the couch pointed out by Calvin, facing my own fear without being guided by any man."This is me, Juliet. What the fuck do you want from me? I don't recall ever seeing your face before," I spoke angrily and harshly in front of him.I wasn't ready for all this. Then he was quiet, keeping on looking directly into my eyes as if he was trying to reconnect a disconnected network. I was shocked and surprised by the way he was looking at me.I felt like flicking my eyes away from him, but the more I did that, the more he kept on looking and never released a blink from my eyes. Then Mark approached me and sat beside me."Yes, what do you want from her? This is Juliet. I guess you didn't call her here to harm her," Mark said, his voice filled with rage. He felt like slapping and hitting Calvin and forcing him out of t
Juliet's POV"I'm so sorry, Juliet. I tried my best to assist in any way I can. If only your father and I were on good terms,” Me Calvin tried to defend himself from accusation."Truly, your father had warned me before he died not to delve into this road that I delved into now. Now I found myself lost in the wilderness, and I'm trying to come back. Juliet, you are my only family," Calvin announced, his voice low yet audible."Why did you not find me when the time was right? Why are you looking for me now?" I asked again.His question was sensible and meaningful. Then it took him some time before he responded."Juliet, I didn't mean to find you; you would have been dead by now. I never knew you were the bride on Mr. George's wedding day. I came, but nobody knew me, and I don't know you either," I explained.He answered immediately, "Juliet, I called you all here because you are at the brink of dying.” He spoke sternly, his voice etched with confusion.“I don't get that," I responded."
MR GEORGE'S POV "Anna, blame your death on your useless father," I spat at Annabelle, Trump's daughter, as I sat down in the dimly lit room of my Texas home. I gazed directly at her, feeling no remorse. All I cared about was getting my goods or money back. After all, Calvin had proven to be incompetent, just like JONES, his brother, whom I'd locked up for several years.I was sure that if CALVIN knew his brother was alive, he would have planned to kill me by now. But he was too stupid to even recognize when a car crash was real or staged. He never deserved to be one of my gang leaders.“Am I right?” I thought to myself. If Calvin didn't know his brother was still alive, then I need to act very fast before he does find Juliet in this Texas.Meanwhile, I passed my phone to Annabelle. "Be careful with it. I'm putting it on loudspeaker, and you're going to speak with your stupid father."I'd explained the situation to Annabelle before she started trembling. "Please, I'm not the one who c
DIANA’S POV We arrived at an old mill warehouse in the house gate of Texas. The warehouse's stone facade blended seamlessly into the surrounding landscape. Narrow windows with metal frames stood like empty eyes, while a large, wooden door with a rusted handle appeared to be the only entrance.As we stepped out of the car and inside the warehouse, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath our feet echoed through the cavernous space. The air was thick with the scent of decay and neglect. Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating old machinery and dusty relics of a bygone era.“Why do I feel like something is going to happen here?" I whispered to myself,A sense of nostalgia hung heavy in the air, but it was clear that this place had been abandoned for decades. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, and the silence was oppressive.I kept my gaze on both sides, even though we were here to meet Lorenzo. But I still had fears was
TRUMP'S POVThe loud, blood-curdling scream that pierced the room sent a chill down my spine. Theresa's anguished cry echoed through the house, a haunting sound that seemed to freeze time itself.I rushed to her side, my heart racing with a sense of foreboding. What I saw made my blood run cold. Theresa was kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed in horror on the body bag that lay before her.As I watched in stunned silence, Theresa's trembling hands slowly unzipped the bag, revealing the lifeless body of Annabelle inside. Her eyes were frozen, her body cold. A single gunshot wound marred her otherwise flawless skin, a grim reminder of the violence that had taken her life.Theresa's scream had been a reaction to the unspeakable horror that lay before her. Now, she sat in stunned silence, her eyes fixed on Annabelle's body, her face a mask of shock and grief. I could feel her pain, her anguish, as she struggled to come to terms with the brutal reality that had been thrust upon her.There
JULIET'S POVI and Camara were tied up in chairs in the damp, dimly lit basement alongside Maria, who had been shot in the leg by George's ruthless hand.“Ahn," she groaned in pain.In the main sitting room, the sound of our labored breathing echoed through the cold, unforgiving space, devoid of any warmth or compassion."Call your dad and tell him to reveal where the diamond is," George demanded, his voice cold, menacing, and laced with sinister intent as he continued to torture us, taking great pleasure in our suffering and anguish.I was forced to call Diana Ross. When George shot Maria in the second leg again, “Ehhhh!" she groaned in pain, her eyes laced with tears streaming down her face, blood gushing out from her two legs.George sneered, "You'd better do that before you lose your friend." He handed me the phone, and I couldn't watch the horror again, so I called Diana Ross directly.After a few seconds, Diana picked up the call. "Diana, I need to speak with my dad. He's around
JULIET'S POV "I need you to confirm the identity of two men," I said to Mark in a low tone as we sat in a small room.Mark replied, "Okay, we're running the check now."I asked, "How are you doing?"Mark responded, "We're doing well. It's not going to be easy, but we're on it."I smiled, thinking, "I know it's not easy. In fact, I'm beginning to hate George more each day, but I'll remain calm until this is finished.After a few seconds, Khalid came up with the information. "Yeah, I found it. Both Walter and Caleb are part of George's associates. Recently, they visited George in London."I realized, "You're right, Khalid. I was in the mansion when they came to visit George. I overheard them discussing the multi-million-worth of diamonds that belong to my father."Khalid added, "They're into diamond mining, coal mining, prostitution, and illegal drugs, just like George. The only difference is that they keep a low profile and avoid anything related to law enforcement."Mark chimed in, "
GEORGE'S POVCaleb and Walter Reed were raging at the receiving end of my phone, their voices fixed on mine. I had promised them multi-million-worth of diamonds, but Jones had refused to tell me where the diamonds were being held, even before he escaped."Fuck it!" I muttered to myself, smashing my hand on my face. "Just give me some time, guys. Give me some time, and I'll still get the diamond for you.""It's high time you gave us the diamond. It's high time you returned our money to us. This isn't a joke anymore. We've given you enough time—more than three months—to get the diamond for us, and we've paid an advance payment of fifty percent each." Walter Reed's voice was laced with anger.Caleb added, "Who the fuck are you? Are you going to refund the money or give us the diamond? Whichever way, we need your answer right now."The atmosphere on the phone was blazing with rage, and I remained silent, unsure of what to say. Then, a crazy idea popped into my mind."I have some goods in
MARK'S POV We sat in the black van, waiting for the right moment as planned. The judge's men were supposed to take Juliet, Kamara, and Maria in, creating a proper situation. We waited until exactly 10:30 PM, and then I gave the signal.At 11:30 PM, I whispered urgently to Juliet, "It's time.Juliet nodded, and Khalid and I swiftly opened the van door. We stepped out, and I accompanied the three of them for about two blocks away from the main location.I hid behind a red car, allowing the three of them to walk together as planned. They played their roles, joking and chasing each other, making it look real.After a few seconds, some men pulled up beside them. I noticed Juliet trembling and fidgeting before they packed into the car. As the five of them stepped out, they immediately circled around the women.“Pretty ladies," they teased them simultaneously.One of the men pointed a gun at Maria, now Deleila, and another grabbed Camara's hand. The other two grabbed Juliet, holding her at
JULIET'S POV A longtime friend and skilled expert in disguise, Khalid worked his magic on Juliet, transforming her into a completely new person. Her features were altered, and her appearance was changed, making it impossible to recognize her as Juliet.Her hair was now a darker shade, and her eyes were a different color. She looked confident and determined, ready to take on a new role."Wow, Khalid, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, amazed at the transformation. "She looks completely different now. You're the best!"Khalid smiled proudly. "I've been working on this technique for months. It's going to be a game-changer for our future operations."I gave Juliet a new identity, "Elena," and with that, she was reborn. Khalid performed the same transformation on Camara, who was now known as "Margaret," and Maria, the lady sent by Mr. Carvin, who was renamed "Deleila."All three of them were disguised with new, designed faces and dressed up in small white tops, short skirts, and black shoes.
MARK'S POV "Now that my dad and your mom are safe, I think it's time to execute our plan," I said to Juliet as she sat before me."I have an idea," Juliet said, turning to me. "If we're finding it difficult to nail Mr. George, then I think the only solution is to use his own tactics against him."Her explanation was laced with confusion, and I remained silent, trying to understand what she meant."Juliet, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to clarify."What I'm trying to say is that we need to use his own weapon against him." Why don't we turn his own game back on him?" Juliet asked, her eyes sparkling with determination.I was still confused, and Juliet could see it. She smiled, stood up, and walked towards the mini-bar. She poured herself a glass of red wine and handed me another."What I mean, Mark, is that what if I become one of his subjects? After all, he's still in the business of prostitution and exploiting young women. Why don't I use that opportunity to get close to him?" J
DIANA’S POVAs we arrived at the Sin City warehouse, I couldn't help but reminisce about the building's notorious experience I had and the intricate construction that made it a formidable fortress. The walls seemed to whisper tales of the illicit activities that had taken place within its confines. We cautiously made our way inside, our guns at the ready."Stay alert," I whispered to my team, my eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. "We don't know what we're up against."Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire. Jenkins and his men had ambushed us, and we found ourselves in the midst of a fierce battle. Bullets whizzed past my head, and I ducked behind a nearby crate, returning fire with precision."Take cover!" I yelled to my team as we struggled to gain the upper hand.The gunfight raged on for what felt like an eternity, the sound of gunfire and screams filling the air. But we refused to back down, determined to bring Jenkins to justice.Finally, after what felt
GEORGE'S POVThe club, once a haven for my illicit dealings, had suddenly transformed into a cauldron of rage and betrayal. The air was thick with tension as I received the news from Anderson that those ordered to kill my wife are dead; the operation hadn't been successful. Claire was still alive, despite all the plans I had made.I sprang into anger as Anderson and Gerard stood before me. My face turned beet red with rage as I slammed my cup to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The sound echoed through the club, making everyone's head turn. My eyes blazed with fury as I glared at Anderson and Gerard, demanding to know how they had been alerted to leave the hospital before they arrived."How did they know?" I spat, my voice venomous. "You two were the only ones who knew about the plan. Who talked"? I asked again.The two men stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. Then, Anderson, trying to compose himself, finally spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Sir,
JULIET'S POV "Juliet, have you called the person you wanted to inform about my mom's safety?" Mark's trembling voice asked as he sat down on the sofa in front of me."I will try to call her right now and check," I responded, as I fixed my gaze directly at him.Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "She's a female, Mark," I added.Mark's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise."Diana Ross," I declared, and Mark's mouth dropped open in shock."You mean Diana Ross was the one you contacted?" Mark's question hung in the air.I smiled, picked up my phone, and dialed Diana's number. "Mark, I didn't become a gang leader for fun. I have many connections and contacts you've never thought of."As I waited for Diana to pick up the call. At first, she didn't answer, but on the second try, she picked up but hung up."I hope Diana was able to save her." I asked, my mind racing with worry.If Mrs. Claire were to be killed, Mark would lose everything, leaving o