"Forget the past!"

Asha Smith:

Asha Smith... that was my maiden name! I left the company with my head held high, and as I was leaving, I ran into that woman who was in bed with my now ex-husband. I then looked at the security guard and said:

— Throw her out — I spoke in a cold and confident tone, the woman smirked at me and replied,

— You can't, my boyfriend is the owner here — with great confidence, I said,

— Your boyfriend is used to having leftovers; the company is mine! — Her jaw dropped, and the security guard was unsure of what to do. My lawyer then said,

— You'd better not defy your new boss — and he escorted that woman out. It was so satisfying to see her struggling to leave because the anger I felt inside couldn't be measured. I wanted revenge.

I said goodbye to my lawyer, and as I was about to leave, I received a payment in my bank account, one million, along with a message:

— Your audacity is quite impressive; this is your amount. — I knew where that money came from, so I took a deep breath and told myself that this money would help me. It had been quite a day.

I got into a taxi after leaving the company. I was going back to Stella's house, who was probably at her father's cosmetics company at that exact moment. But as soon as I settled into the back seat, a feeling of unease began to creep over me. It was as if someone was watching me, following me.

The taxi started moving, but I quickly realized that the driver was changing the route for no apparent reason. I leaned forward and complained:

— Where are you going? This isn't the right route! — However, the driver simply ignored me, as if he hadn't heard me.

I tried to open the car door, but it was locked. My heart started racing as I realized that something was terribly wrong. The taxi stopped on a dark, deserted street, illuminated only by the dim light of the street lamps.

That's when I saw him, a large and menacing man emerging from the shadows and a black sports car parked right behind. My stomach turned with fear as he approached the car. The taxi driver started stammering and begging for mercy, but the man didn't seem interested in his pleas.

He pressed a revolver against the driver's window, and immediately the vehicle unlocked. The driver was terrified, begging for his life. But I couldn't waste time looking back.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I kicked off my high-heeled shoes and ran out of the taxi. The man was muscular and imposing, and my only chance of survival was to get as far away as possible. I ran as fast as I could, without looking back, knowing that my life depended on it.

The darkness of the street enveloped me as I distanced myself from the taxi and the ominous man. I didn't know what was happening, but I was determined to escape from that terrifying situation and get back to safety. With every step, I could hear the sounds of pursuit behind me, but I couldn't stop. My only hope was to find help and leave that terrible night behind.

Luckily, there was a taxi parked on the street. I got inside and said:

— FOLLOW WEST AVENUE — I spoke frantically and exhaustedly. The driver then accelerated when he noticed that someone was chasing me.

— Ma'am, be careful; this city is very dangerous — I simply nodded in agreement. I started to feel a pain in the pit of my stomach; I hadn't even noticed how late it had become, as I had spent the entire morning at the mall.

Finally, I arrived at my friend's house, and fortunately, Stella was already home. I was shaken, so I rang the doorbell and received a warm hug.

— I prepared some food for you; come in! — She said as soon as she saw me. My condition was pitiful.

— You didn't have to worry; I'm fine! — My friend looked me up and down, and tears filled my eyes. I then said:

— I was assaulted, and I almost got killed — anger flashed in her eyes, and she said:

— What did that wretch do to you? — Through tears, I replied:

— It wasn't him; it was the taxi — she became even more furious, then took a deep breath and said:

— Stop, forget about it; you have me... count on me. Now let's take a shower! — I entered the bathroom; she turned on the shower and said:

— Stop, forget it, you have me... count on me... now, let's take a shower! — I entered the bathroom; she turned on the shower and said,

 —Don't suffer; no one will harm you. – She kissed me and left the bathroom. The doorbell rang; my abdomen hurt a lot, maybe it was possible I had cramps. After the shower, which wasn't lengthy, I entered the bedroom, and there was pajamas on the bed, typical mom stuff. But then I heard a deep, cold voice,

 — Tell me where your friend's drugs are. — 

— To hell with you, – Stella yelled back. The shouting made me nauseous, and the pain worsened. I rushed to the bathroom, vomited, and writhed in pain. My vision darkened...

Allan Hurtz:

Not far from there, I watched her. After all, I wanted to know what she would do with the money I had given her. But then I saw her struggling in the car, and the man took her to a strange street. My eyes burned like flames; seeing that man trying to take advantage of her made me want to throw him to the dogs. I hate her, but only I have the right to make her suffer. No one else has that right. I still get irritated with this need in my brain to know what she's up to. We're divorced; wasn't that what I wanted? Wasn't this how I was going to get rid of her?

My most loyal bodyguards already knew that she was someone I would always be there to defend, even if she never knew. If someone messed with her, it was like stabbing one of my own organs, and I would never show mercy, even if she didn't deserve it. After getting out of the car with a revolver, the man quickly began to beg.

As soon as the car unlocked, she ran out. My security guard was in my new car, and as soon as he saw her pass by, he got out of the car. I told him to take care of the man and went after her. But it seemed that when it came to saving her skin, she was very fast. Fueled by anger and the dark desire in my chest, I returned to the scene.

I would personally deal with that man; a womanizer like him didn't deserve mercy. Even though she hadn't suffered anything physical except for the psychological pressure, that man deserved a much bigger lesson. I approached him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and said, "This is for you to learn not to touch any woman." I punched him with closed fists.

"Forgive me... I just wanted to have that bitch," he said. My blood boiled; it was humiliating. Even my anger towards that woman intensified. But I wouldn't let his words go unpunished. He wouldn't live to call her a bitch again. I called the shots worthless, decided to return to my car, and said with a voice full of hatred, "Take care of this worm." I heard her leaving, her voice too serious. I went straight to my car, leaving my security guard behind, and headed to Stella's house.

Upon arriving at the condo door, I received a call: "Boss, it's done as you ordered. He's now at the bottom of the sea." I just hung up, passed through the security gate, and entered the floor where she lived. When she opened the door, I saw her anger. So it was clear that Asha Smith was here.

I asked where she was, that woman was confronting me... how infuriating. Then she said, "Stop interfering in my friend's life. She's having fun." Then I heard a moan... what I thought, this woman hadn't changed.