James couldn't believe his ears. He knew Betty well and she never gave up easily. He wondered why she suddenly accepted his rejection.He slowly turned to her, searching for sincerity, but all he could see were tears and the pain in her eyes.Guilt started to gnaw at him. He shouldn't have left her on her knees or made her cry.But if he hadn't done that, she would never had left him alone. Betty was a persistent person, and she rarely gave up on anything she wanted. She had always been possessive, even as a child, which was why he had distanced himself from her.He didn't want to become a toy in her possession."James, just one drink, and I promise that I'll leave," She pleaded, pulling a bottle of wine from her bag.James glanced between her and the bottle, debating whether to give in or just get her out of his house."I'm not in the mood for a drink. Let's go," He said, his voice colder than intended, but it was for the best.As he turned to leave again, she cried out."James!"Ja
James gulped down the second drink and set the glass aside. "I think we should start leaving. I don't want us to stay until it's too late," James said, standing up. "No!" Betty quickly grabbed his hand. "Let's not leave yet," She said softly, pulling him back onto the couch. "Why?" James asked, his face scrunching up with discomfort."I feel a little sick," Betty lied, reaching for her stomach. She simply needed more time for the substances to take effect. "What's wrong?" James inquired, lowering his eyes to her stomach. "Are you having cramps?" "No. I think the wine is making me sick," She fibbed again. She suddenly made gagging sounds and slapped her hand against her lips. "Do you want to vomit?" He asked, moving closer to her and placing his hand over her shoulders. "I think I should take you to the hospital and—" Before he could say anything else, she rushed away. James quickly followed her, but as he ascended the stairs, he began feeling strange. "Fuck," He cursed, as di
James opened his eyes slowly and was met with a brightness that emitted from an open curtain. He closed his eyes again, unable to bear the sun's rays. "Oh!" He gasped, covering his face. "Why is everything so bright?"He swallowed a thick lump down his throat, feeling dehydrated. His hand lowered to his neck, and he rubbed his throat irritatedly.Opening his eyes again, his gaze met the ceiling. He blinked rapidly at it, then noticed a movement beside him.He looked at his side and was stunned to see Betty. He flinched, his eyes wide with shock."What the hell?" He gasped, hurriedly sitting up. "What is she doing here?"His fingers went into his hair as he tried to recall how she got into his bed. At first, he couldn't remember anything, but eventually, he remembered having a drink with her and heading upstairs."What happened after that?" He whispered to himself, his mind filled with confusion.Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything after that. It felt like his mind had gone b
Betty was seated on the toilet seat with a smile on her lips. She could hear James groaning inside the room, and she was so pleased."Things worked out fine," She grinned, lowering her gaze to her thighs.She parted them slowly, revealing the cut on the side of her right thigh. She had woken last night, gone to the kitchen, taken a knife, and cut her thigh.She wanted to seal her scheme, so acting like a virgin would be the deal breaker. Her actions were so disturbing, and the fact that she had the same smile on her lips while cutting herself, made things even more uncomfortable."I'm so smart," She complimented herself, her smile widening."Betty," She heard her name and faked a cry."Betty, I'm sorry," James apologized, standing outside the bathroom door. "I didn't mean to hurt you last night,""Go away," She cried out, then smiled again. "Your apology won't change anything...""Betty...I didn't know you were a...a..." He stuttered."You are feeling guilty because I'm a virgin, righ
“Marriage? I don't understand you" James muttered, his face contorted in confusion. Betty leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You have to marry me," She whispered, then pulled back to gauge his reaction. James was stunned by her words. He hadn't expected her to use this moment to manipulate him. For a second, he thought that she was genuinely hurt by what happened, but it was all a façade. He slowly looked away from her, falling into silence. He didn't know how to respond without escalating the situation. She could press charges against him out of spite. And whether it was his fault or not, he'd likely end up behind bars; his reputation flushed down the drain. "What have I gotten myself into?" James thought, running his hands exasperatedly through his hair. His soul felt crushed by the whole ordeal. He wished that he never had a drink with her, or even let her into his home. "Why didn't I just pick her up last night? Letting her in was a huge mistake, "James lamente
Betty gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't believe that Amanda had found James's new place. "Why does this woman keep following him, and ruining everything!" She grimaced, hatred flashing in her eyes. "Why can't she just stay out of my way?" Betty stomped her foot, glaring at the door as if Amanda were there. "Should I open the damn door and send her straight to hell?" Betty asked herself, her hand thoughtfully resting on her chin. "Or should I tell her about my night with James," "I'm sure that Amanda would be upset that James was fucking with someone while their daughter was missing. She'll be more upset because she's still in love with him," She murmured. Amanda would undoubtedly be hurt if she heard lies from Betty. Even if she tried to trust James, he would confess eventually, as he too had been deceived. "This will get her out of my way," Betty's anger began to melt away, replaced by a sly smile. Just as she was about to step forward, James's footsteps echoed behind h
"I asked if she had left yet," Betty said loudly, her voice piercing through his ears, thinking that he didn't hear her. "I hope she's gone for her good. I can't stand her anymore," Betty thought, her brows furrowing with irritation as she walked near the gate. James fluttered his eyes open and almost glared at her. Although he thought none of this was her fault, a pang of resentment still welled up in him for her unexpected visit last night. If she hadn't appeared at his front gate at such a late hour, he would still be on favorable terms with his ex-wife. With a deep sigh, James walked away from the gate, his body heavy with exhaustion. As he reached her, he replied curtly, "Yes, she has left,"Betty, instead of dropping the matter, pressed on, "What did she come here to say? Does she want both of you to go on another search?" James shook his head slowly, hesitating for a brief moment, before answering, "She...just wanted to say hi." Betty frowned at this explanation but chos
The man stood in what resembled an office. The walls were painted a darker shade of blue. A mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, paired with a rolling seat that had a peeled surface.To the right, a drawer stood with a mirror mounted above it. A pair of shoes lay close to the drawer, an ashtray carelessly tipped over beside it.The man walked towards the shoes with a smirk on his lips and slipped them on. "Have you found her, or are you joking?" Betty asked, her tone skeptical. The man chuckled, turning towards his table. "I'm not joking. I have found the little girl," The man said, truthfully. "I told you I had my ways. All you have to do is be patient. I won't lie; this has been the toughest search I've ever done," "She's just a kid. Stop exaggerating," Betty hissed, her eye roll almost palpable over the phone. "She didn't go missing, she was kidnapped," He revealed, causing Betty to gasp. "Kidnapped? By who?" She asked, her voice laced with shock. The man shrugged,
"Why do you seem so surprised?" Mrs. Shawn asked, noticing the shocked look on her face. "Is there a problem I don't know about? Do you know Micheal from somewhere?""I wish I never knew this scoundrel. He is making life miserable in this place," Amanda thought, gritting her teeth."No, Ma'am," Amanda shook her head. "I don't know him. I was just surprised that another person was joining us here, and I wondered how I was going to please him with my services." "You don't have to worry about pleasing anyone," Mrs. Shawn replied softly. "Just do your job right, and attend to our needs within your capacity. That's all.""Okay, Ma'am," Amanda replied, nodding."Good," Mrs. Shawn beamed. "You should do with the laundry, I have some dirty clothes.""Okay," Amanda muttered."My room is at the end of the hallway, particularly on the right side," she instructed.Amanda quickly went upstairs to avoid Micheal's annoying gaze. As she got to the room and began grabbing the dirty clothes, she wishe
Micheal spotted Amanda staring at him and a sick smile formed on his face. He was relishing the fear he could see in her eyes. He pocketed his hands and walked smugly to her.As Amanda noticed him coming close, she began backing away. She felt so uncomfortable and threatened. Her mind raced, wondering why he was here to ruin things for her.She felt so happy about the success of the interview, she didn't want him to sabotage what she had gained.Micheal hastened his footsteps, and Amanda continued backing away until her back slammed against the main door."Good morning, cupcake," Micheal said, a smirk forming on his lips. "You look quite shocked to see me. I thought you already knew everything I was capable of.""Why are you doing this?" Amanda asked, her voice rising. "Can't you just leave me alone? If you want me to repay you for the bills you covered, then I'll do so when I work for enough time, or contact my family." "I don't care about the money, all I want is you," Micheal mutt
"I see," Micheal replied with a smirk on his lips."Boss, can I ask you something?" the man asked, his voice laced with caution.Micheal looked at him, his expression cold. "What is it?""Sir, why are you so interested in this woman?" he dared to ask. "I don't mean to be intrusive because your actions aren't my business, but it's a bit shocking that you would make such inquiries about her.""She means nothing to me," Micheal replied with a smirk. "There's just something special about her. I mean, a lot of women would throw themselves at me when I make an offer to them, but she resisted.""No one had ever resisted me," he muttered, his expression turning to one of displeasure.He felt a bit insulted when she first rejected his help, but then he got intrigued—or rather fascinated—with her constant rejection. He suddenly felt like he should have her for himself."So, you're obsessed with her?" the man said aloud but regretted his words instantly. "I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't—""N
The next day, Agnes could be seen pacing back and forth in her sitting room. She had been calling James' number but he wasn't answering."How long is he going to avoid me?" Agnes asked herself, frowning. "I'm his mother for goodness sake, can't he respect me anymore? Everything I'm doing is for his good, why can't he see that and appreciate me?"She lowered the phone from her ear and stared at it for a few moments."Has he blocked me or what?" she asked, dialing his number again.The number went to voicemail again, making her heart wrench in disappointment."Why do I feel like this isn't normal?" Agnes said, worriedly. "I knew he had told me to go to hell, but he should at least answer my calls or send a text message that he's fine.""Why is he being so selfish?" Agnes asked, her frown deepening. "Maybe I should call Betty, and ask her how he is."She called Betty, but her number didn't go through either."What the hell is wrong with both of them? Agnes said, feeling displeased by the
The woman looked a bit stunned by her question, her shock evident."Why are you staring at me like that?" Amanda asked, confused. "Did I ask anything absurd?"Amanda wanted to know the house owners because she didn't want to risk falling into another trap with Michael. She didn't understand what that man suddenly saw in her, but she didn't want to keep getting in contact with him again.Besides, the mysterious family that owned the house on the flier seemed to be rich."No, your question isn't ridiculous," the woman muttered, shaking her head. "It's just shocking that you are unaware of the owners. Are you new to the village?"Amanda didn't know if it would be the right decision to tell the truth. She didn't want more people to take advantage of her because of her naivety."It's okay if you don't want to answer that," the woman said with a smile. "To answer your question, the house is owned by the Shawn family."Amanda thought of Michael's last name and was quite relieved to know it w
Amanda quickly squeezed the note with her trembling hands. Why couldn't that bastard leave her alone? What was the meaning of all this? Couldn't she just have some peace?"Why is he after me? It's not like I'm the most beautiful woman in the village," Amanda muttered, her voice shaky. "Why am I always attracting garbage?"Gritting her teeth, she tossed the wrinkled note angrily into the trash can in a corner."This man seems more dangerous than I thought," she said, fear creeping into her voice. "What if he suddenly sees James as an obstacle and harms him?""James isn't in a state to defend himself or receive another attack," Amanda muttered, her voice dripping with worry. "I can't let any harm come to him, but I can't defend him if anyone tries to hurt him.""What am I going to do now?" she cried. "Is there a cop that I can make a report to? But Micheal ruled this place. If I were to report to the police, they wouldn't take me seriously.""Should I ask for a transfer?" she asked, her
Charles paced back and forth in his London hotel room, his anger simmering. He had been forced to stay longer than expected, and his frustration grew with each passing minute. He had thought he would be done by now so he could go after Amanda already because he didn't trust her. Seeing how desperate she is to find her daughter, she might go to the remote village which wasn't good at all.He knew how dangerous that place was and she might get robbed and stuck since she looked wealthy. He wished in his heart that she didn't go and listen to him but he knew he was just wishing because he knew how determined and adamant she could be.Having unsettling thoughts run thousands in his head, he knew he had to contact her to make sure she didn't go there. He grabbed his phone and dialed her contact but the call won't connect as he was told she wasn't available.He tried calling her, but it was worse because the call won't connect and immediately he grew apprehensive as he guessed she had gone t
“Please who are you? Why are you after me?” Amanda asked as fear gripped her.“Well don't be scared. I'm just a rich man who wants to help you. My father is the head of this village and I'm his heir and eldest son. So you definitely need my help,” Micheal replied as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.“But I don't need your help? You don't know me, why do you want to help me?” Amanda asked, still scared.“That's because you are beautiful and I want to sleep with you,” Micheal replied boldly.“I just need your body and whatever you want, I will give it to you,” He added and Amanda almost spat at him on how bold and courageous he was.“You must be out of your mind. Do you think I'm some whore?” Amanda almost yelled at him.“Whatever you are, I don't care. Give it some thought. I will be back,” he flashed her a smile before he left.Amanda’s legs weakened and she was almost falling when she grabbed something nearby to help herself. She couldn't deny she had been caught up in the fea
"Betty, this is making no sense," Her father retorted, his tone hesitant."How?" Betty shot back. "She's the one we intended to kill. Why should she continue living? Why don't you just end her and give me some joy?""I had initially agreed to do that because you deserve everything you desire, but I guess some things are unattainable,"he replied stiffly, rising to his feet. "I can't do what you're asking.""Why?" Betty cried out."I'll only make things more complicated," He retorted, his voice sharp. "Attempting to kill her has already brought enough tragedy. Just let her live. There's no point in her dying anymore!""The point of her death would be my relief," Betty insisted. "If I see her dead, I'll be happy that she doesn't get the chance to find any happiness while I wallow in sorrow for the rest of my life.""Can you stop exaggerating?" He snapped, glaring at her. "You're just obsessed with him. I'm sure that if you had ended up with him, you would soon get bored and go on a new c