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Drake's POV I stood by the window, my gaze transfixed on the sun's descent into the western horizon. Warm rays caressed my face, soothing my frazzled nerves as the gentle evening breeze rustled the curtains. My tense muscles began to unwind, releasing the weight of worry that had been bearing down on me.As the sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of oranges and pinks, I felt a fleeting sense of calm wash over me. But beneath the serenity, a nagging unease lingered. Charlotte's disappearance still bothered me, and the passing hours only intensified my anxiety.With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window, my eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. The silence seemed oppressive, a constant reminder of her absence. I had gotten the police department informed and they had promised an effective response before the end of the day and I was just yet to receive any news. Still lost in thought,I didn't hear a soft knock on my door untill my door gently creaked open. A maid wa
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Drake's POV I sped into the company's parking lot, my tires screeching against the tarred road. I pulled up beside a sleek BMW, killed the engine, and jumped out of my car. With a sense of urgency, I headed into the office to meet Sam, the lead expert from the cellular analysis and tracking team.As I entered the building, the cool air conditioning enveloped me, a stark contrast to the warmth of the evening. The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my frazzled expression."How may I help you?" she asked, concern etched on her face."I need to see Sam," I replied, my voice firm but laced with desperation. "I need his service. I need him to track down someone's location"She nodded, gesturing to the door. "He's inside his office."I pushed open the door to Sam's office, and he stood up from behind his desk, a mix of curiosity and concern on his face.“Good day, Mr Sam Larry." " Good day Mr ___?.” Sam cocked his head, asking a question." Mr Drake.” I repli
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Drake's POV Rage and anger wrestled within me. Why couldn't Charlotte say the simple truth and spare me the agony. Her evasiveness fueled my frustration.“ Give me one candid reason why I should believe that you are not related to that little girl?.” Charlotte's eyes darted away, avoiding mine. She crossed her legs and her shoulders squared in self defense.“ I have repeatedly told you over the phone, Drake . I am not related to the little girl." Charlotte emphasized,her voice firm." Don't make this harder than it already is.” I threatened,my eyes narrowing and impatience simmered within me.“Why can't you just believe me Drake or is it Because Valerie told you about it or because you don't want to trust me." She questioned,her eyes narrowed down in curiosity.“ Don't twist this conversation Charlotte." I warned,my index finger pointing accusingly at her. “ But let me warn you.” I continued. “ If I find out you've been lying to me, I wouldn't hesitate to throw your things out of
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Valerie's POV I felt the tension building up. Drake's accusations against Charlotte caused my lips to curl in a sinister grin. As I stood eavesdropping on their heated argument and Charlotte's efforts to get Drake to have sex with her, I couldn't help but marvel at how low she belittled herself.I lingered close to the wooden door listening as the tension between Drake and Charlotte escalated. Drake's accusations sliced through the air, each one a delicious blow to Charlotte's crumbling facade.A sinister grin spread across my face. Charlotte's desperation was palpable, her attempts to seduce Drake pathetic."How low will she stoop?" I wondered, my mind reveling in her misery.Charlotte's words dripped with seduction, but Drake's rejection only fueled her frustration. I savored every moment, my heart swelling with triumph.This was exactly what she deserved. Humiliation. Sheer disgrace.This was my chance to dismantle whatever Charlotte thought Drake had towards her. I would exploit
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Valerie's POV The Simpsons restaurant and bar. Located northeast of the City, luxurious and a wonder to behold.I stepped in. My jaw dropped, my eyes darted around quickly, taking note of the marvel before me. This was my first visit to the bar and I vowed to sightsee and check it out. Top-notch interior design,a sprawling display of premium drinks : wines, beers and ales and wonderful, warm and inviting lighting.The aroma of fine wine filled the air, teasing my senses. Soft music floated above the hum of conversations from the customers , adding to the warmth that embraced me.The bar was jam-packed, bustling with activities, every table occupied.On the east wing of the bar,sat Ron, his gaze fixed on the content in his phone, his expression intense.A shiver ran down my spine as our gazes met. He beckoned me over.I walked over and took a seat opposite him. As I sat, Ron's gaze didn't leave me,it seemed to bore into my soul. I fidgeted a bit,my palms growing sweaty. I looked aroun
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Author's POV Charlotte drove around the ghettos, taking frequent turns,her tyre's moving at snail speed,her eyes fixed on the earthy road in front of her in search of the bastard that fathered her daughter.My Land Rover pulled up in front of his dilapidated house. My knuckles turned white as I tightened my grasp on the wheel. I peeked at the bungalow in front of me, my brows furrowed. I wore my glasses, took a quick glance at my review mirror to be sure the glasses fitted perfectly. I adjusted the glasses, smiled at my reflection and I stepped down from the car, picked out my purse from the passenger's seat, slammed the door shut and walked towards his porch. Her heels clicked against the porous pavement. I placed a knock on the door. The door creaked open immediately.“Hello Charles.” I grinned,my eyes locking on him venomously.“What are you doing here, Charlotte?." Charles asked, his words coming out forcefully through gritted teeth. His facial expression,a blend of fear and sur
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Valerie's POV My eyes fluttered open,my gaze taking in the beautiful familiarity of my room. Something didn't feel right. My body felt immersed with overwhelming weakness. I sat up,a sharp pain jolted my entire body in response to my action. I looked at my wall clock. 4:09 PM. I palm-faced myself, shoo-in away the desire to sleep.How did I get here and why do I feel absurd and worn-out? Suddenly, memories of my time with Ron came flooding back like a tsunami: The awkward invitation,the bourbon and Ron's tricky plan.A displeased frown at my inability to control my intake of alcohol at the bar earlier today etched on my face. My cheeks become red as a tomato as humiliating and embarrassment flickered across my face.Someone cleared his throat, freaking me out. My eyes darted around until it settled on Ron who was seated at the West extreme of my room. Anger flushed my face “What in the name of God are you doing in my room?." I asked,my voice laced with fury.Ron chuckled nervously,h
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Author's POV “ If you come near my daughter, that would be the last thing you would do with your pathetic life." Charlotte swore at Charles. His eyes locked on her, unruffled.Sometimes she wondered why she had anything to do with a loser like Charles in the first place “Well see about that, Mrs chase." Charles boomed.A hiss escaped Charlotte's lips, exhaustion scribbled away on her pretty face. Her frustration was palpable. She tightened her grip on her purse and walked out of Charles apartment, with demure.Charlotte slammed the door behind her,her stiletto clicking against the worn-out verandah as she made her way back to her car. She felt satisfied having aired her mind to Charles while cautioning him to back off from trying to get their daughter. Charlotte was certain that her threat would keep Charles at bay and she took solace in that. She entered her car, placed her purse beside her,adjusted her rearview mirror and drove away from the slums, diverting into the main road.C
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