Anastasia running away

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"Ahh!! Oh fuck! Blood!" Jerry felt paralyzed when he saw the red liquid on his hand and turned to Anastasia, who was also shuddering at the sight of blood. Ana began to feel suffocating because Jerry was bleeding profusely.

"I will kill you tonight and then bury you in this room," Jerry howled menacingly, storming Anastasia to kill her, but Ana flung the lamp stick again as she got out of bed. She bent a little and picked up the bag off the floor before bolting from the room.

Jerry removed his t-shirt and rolled it into a ball before placing it on the wound that was jetting out blood as he rushed out from the room following Anastasia, who could not be alive after today, and he was adamant to kill her tonight.

An alarm switch that had been there for emergencies if a robber entered this residence as well as for other purposes was mounted on the wall. This button was also near the entrance, but Anastasia didn't know about it and didn't think that knowing about it would help her.

The moment the alarm went off, Selena, Helena, and every servant in the house awoke.

Everyone hurried to the main door as security personnel with firearms entered the hall.

Selena yelled, "Is a thief in the house? What's going on?"

"Sis," Blood was streaming down the side of Jerry's face as he neared the hall, causing Selena to shout as she hurried over to Jerry and gasped, "Oh my goodness! How did this occur, Jerry? Dial the doctor right now!"

"That bitch, sister. She hit me with the wooden lamp stand and then ran away. Kill that bitch tonight. No one cares about her life," Jerry shouted. Selena clenched her fist sharply looked at the guard, and said with gleaming eyes, "Make sure that after killing her, you dispose of her body in a remote area to prevent anyone from ever finding it."

The guards nodded, but then their faces contorted in response to a particular smell, and they whispered to themselves, "What is this strange smell?"

"The smell is thick!" Selena yelled holding her nose.

"It has a cooking gas odor," Jerry answered without thinking. It was then that Anastasia came out of the kitchen holding a lighter and a knife.

Her face was dark and her eyes were dead as she made her way to the front door, passing the maids who were accustomed to tormenting her, however presently they were frightened of Ana because she oozed a lethal aura. As a result, they had taken their steps away from her path.

"Cunt, you are going to die today,” Jerry bellowed at Ana, then looked at the guards, “Grab her!" Jerry ordered the guards, but before he could finish, Ana yelled, "The gas has blanketed the entire mansion, and this object in my palm is called a lighter. My finger can move on it faster than your dream of catching me, and if I do, this entire house will be "Boom." We will die together. So make a sensible choice. You can either come to me or you may save your miserable lives."

Anastasia came to a standstill in front of Selena, who swallowed slightly and stared at the lighter in Anastasia's fingers. She had realized by this point that Ana's words were correct. Cooking gas had spread throughout the home, and no windows were open. As a result, if Ana lighted this lighter, everyone would die in tandem. Accordingly, she shuddered from within.

"You stupid girl, don't do this. You too will perish." With a warning, Selena retreated from Anastasia while clenching her teeth. In addition, Ana's current appearance made it obvious that she had lost her equilibrium and that it would be simpler for her to carry out any foolish action.

"I agree, Selena, but it is also true I am looking forward to enjoying all of you burning alive in my hands tonight," Ana said with a smile as her finger pressed a little on the lighter, causing Selena to yelp in fear, "Stop!"

Anastasia withdrew her finger and continued, "Fear not—this is not the night that will write the conclusion of your tale. Rather, Selena, I will come again, and I will force you to calculate the suffering you cause me,"

The chilly smile did not leave Ana's lips, displaying that she was itching for vengeance—not only against these individuals but against everyone accountable for the situation.

"You can't, bitch; I know," Jerry yelled, going forward to charge Anastasia because he was unable to accept that a young girl had harmed him in this way and that he had fallen short of meeting the Desire that had been coursing through his veins for a long time.

"Try me, Jerry! You and your sister have long killed the fear in me!" Anastasia responded with her chin up, not arrogance, but a powerful intent to destroy them. As a result, Selena extended her hand to Jerry, preventing him from provoking the girl.

Selena's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, trying to mask her fear with an air of power and intimidation. "You can leave tonight," she said, her words ringing through the room. "But don't think you'll be able to hide from us for long. Richard will tear you apart if he finds out what you did to Jerry."

As Selena finished speaking, a tense silence filled the room. Everyone knew that Richard was not someone to be messed with, and Selena's words hung in the air like a warning.

Anastasia huffed a breath as she spoke, her eyes flashing with a cold fury. "Pray for yourself," she hissed, "that I will not return. And if I do, you had better hide in your room, for the destruction I will bring is something you cannot even imagine." Her tone was filled with contempt for those who had taken advantage of her generosity, and she made it clear that she would not hesitate to seek revenge. "Not only you, but your son as well, will feel the consequences of my wrath," she continued. "I will ensure that his life is thrown into chaos, just as he did to me." With those words, Anastasia turned and strode away, leaving behind a stunned and terrified audience.

It was then that Anastasia's gaze found Helena, who was grinning broadly at her, seemingly pleased to see her in this aura. Waving at Anastasia, she silently bid her farewell. Ana avoided staring at Helena for too long because she knew that Helena was the only reason she refrained from setting this house on fire.

Ana held the knife tightly, its sharp edge glinting in the dim light. She had to get past the guards, but they stood frozen, their eyes fixed on her. With a swift movement, Ana brandished the knife, and the guards backed away, making way for her to pass. She stepped out of the house into the cool night air, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. This was it - her chance to escape.

Ana took a deep breath, relishing the feeling of freedom that surrounded her. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. She knew they were after her, and she had to move fast. She decided to spend the night in a nearby town before leaving the country for good. Ana felt a sense of relief wash over her.

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The man was sitting in a dimly lit room, focused on his laptop screen, typing away furiously. Suddenly, he heard a hushed voice behind him, causing him to pause his work. He turned around to see his trusted assistant standing there, looking concerned. "Since your phone is off, Mr. Hill, your mother has gotten in touch with me!" the assistant whispered urgently. The man's fingers, which had been typing so hard they almost seemed to be pounding the keyboard, stilled as he took in the news.

“Richard Hill's gruff tone conveyed a sense of suspicion as he asked, "May I know when you acquired this withheld knowledge? And, do you require my gratitude to continue speaking?"

The man standing behind Richard Hill appeared to be hesitant as if he was about to reveal something sensitive. He was well-known to Richard as his reliable and trustworthy right-hand man, who never failed to complete all the challenging tasks assigned to him. However, this time, it seemed like the man was struggling to share the news. Suddenly, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "It's your wife!" There was a brief pause before he repeated himself, emphasizing the words with a sense of uncertainty as if he was unsure whether to disclose the information or not. Meanwhile, Richard was engrossed in his work on the laptop, but his finger froze mid-air upon hearing the mention of Ana's name.

"Your wife fled the house with her boyfriend, and when Mr. Jerry attempted to stop her, she injured his head, and he is currently in the hospital for stitches."

A lengthy period of heavy quiet followed until Richard's voice rang out, but it was a death knell for Ana: "If you see them together any day, shoot them because there is no mercy for betrayal."

"Okay, boss!" the man turned around and left.

Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.