SAMANTHA'S POVHaving the two women with me was really bringing up old memories as I watched them do their hilarious display."Seriously, you were going to kill him, Jacqueline?" Lady Florence had to ask, looking really surprised."Yes. I would have killed that bugger and buried him myself." Ma'am Jacqueline responded.Every part of her was raving with so much anger as she still was caught looking around like I could actually hide George away."Um, Auntie Jacqueline. You do realize that I'm married now and cannot play such games?" I asked her."Aye. Married to that ghost we never got to see." She said angrily as she dropped the shovel with a really loud noise and went to sit on the couch.Lady Florence of Coi followed her to reprimand her over her words."Oh, come on. You of all persons know he's probably busy. We heard he is a busy businessman." Lady Florence added."And yet, Samantha looks so unhappy." Ma'am Jacqueline could not resist dropping off the bombshell."And now you've done
EMILIO'S POV We had taken her to my boat house at the outskirts of the city where we had her all tied up. I could see the fear in her eyes as she watched me move around her from the corner of her eyes and sincerely speaking, I was amused. If she knew she would have been so afraid after being caught, what was the morale behind her aiding my wife to run away from me? I clicked my tongue at the bodyguard standing there to pass me over the chair and he brought it over to me as I unbuttoned the suit jacket and spread it out as I sat. Cannot have myself walking around with rumpled clothing now, can I? "Emilio, please let me go." She said as tears slid down her cheeks. "Let you go, that easily? Zara you stole from me and you must either return what you stole or I will make you pay for it the hard way." I said to her, "But I didn't steal....oh, Samantha." She said, realizing it. "Now, all you have to do is tell me where my wife is and we would forget we ever met up in this old annoying place.
TOM'S POV I could not understand. This was totally unlike Zara not to take her calls. It was her turn to pick the kids up from school and yet, she had not shown up. The teacher had to call me from work because she was tired of waiting for the mother and had to pull my number from the children's file and call me. I was at the office and busy with work but took permission from my boss to go see them. Upon arrival at the school, it was deserted already. I walked in through the corridors until I reached my daughter's classroom. There I met them seated together with the teacher. "Daddy!!!" They called out to me simultaneously as they ran to me. "Mr. Zaragoza." The teacher greeted me. "Thank you so much, ma'am." I said to her, "Please, you both should always come pick them up on time or have them use the school bus. What if I had left already?" She asked me. "I'm really sorry. Something came up with their mother and I totally forgot. It will not happen again." I apologized dearly although I
CAB DRIVER'S POV (Josiah) I could not believe what had happened to the lady. Clearly, she was in distress and needed help. I mean, I had just witnessed a kidnapping where my passenger had been forcefully removed from the car but then I could do nothing or say nothing. The man that had taken her away seemed to me like a very dangerous man that would not hesitate to hurt me just to put me in my place. He was dangerous and I needed no one to tell me that he would actually make use of his threat. The moment they had left, I drove away and turned into the other lane heading backwards as I found myself a spot to park in. I could not even think straight as my entire body rocked from so much fear. I sat down there and then I noticed a cop standing outside in front of the burger shop I was parked near. He had probably got his lunch there and I felt the urge and temptation to get down and tell him what had happened. I reached for the car lock and would have opened it to do the right thing. "Jos
EMILIO'S POV How had I not thought of this all along? She must have communicated Samantha with her phone and there was no way in the world that Samantha would not pick her best friend's call. Not to mention but say the least, return because she was being held captive and in distress. Zara had fainted after I had angrily smacked her across the face and I had to take her to the hospital and demand for a private ward from the doctor. It was easy to get as I had already won him over with the sob story of her being a spy of sorts and an assassin. He bought my tale hook, line and sinker as I placed my men in front of her ward also. I might have had her closely watched but I could not turn away. Knowing for a fact that she would spill the truth and find a way out of this hospital. Even if I wanted to leave, there was something else that I could not leave for and it was news from the doctor. He had brought me aside to speak to me. "What is it, doctor?" I asked him impatiently. "It's your frie
TOM'S POV "Surprised to see me?" I demanded angrily but laughing like it had something to do with being funny. "I must say yes, Tom. You got me. Now, where's the cab man?" He demanded angrily. "Somewhere safe. Now you don't get to ask the bloody questions here. Where's my fucking wife?" I demanded. I know, everyone must have been wondering how I got here. Actually, I could not sleep the previous night after speaking to Emilio. I had been rest assured that he would find Zara but then I just could not help myself. At some time around three am, I decided to call my wife's number again just in case whoever took her would pick up and demand ransom. I was willing to pay for her freedom no matter the cost and if it was way beyond my payroll, I probably would burrow. Emilio had been a friend to me in the past which meant that he would consider helping me out. So there I had been, seated on my couch as I pressed onto the dial option. It rang for a while with no answer that caused my hopes to f
SAMANTHA'S POV Tom's distress call had come in just when I had been about to read through the anonymous message written on the pizza box. I had been so worried that I forgot all about the pizza and continued pacing around. At some point, I actually did consider calling and reaching out to Emilio for the sake of two scenarios. Perhaps, he had Zara with him and was holding onto her just to make me return to him but then I gave it much broader thought. Certainly, Emilio would not want to do that or hurt my friend knowing that would provoke me. Then, the second scenario was all about his network. Emilio's network was spread around like a web that had lots of links. Perhaps, one of his social contacts had Zara and had forgotten that she was my friend. He would probably do everything to retrieve her just to win me over and that would mean that I get to get back to him easily. It did not matter if it was too easy, so long as I got my friend back. So, I decided that I would opt for the second
EMILIO'S POV"Thanks, Tom." I said to him the moment he hung up the call.I had taken him to go see Zara who was still unconscious and I could have sworn that I had never felt more ashamed. Perhaps, I was just noticing it now that I had become a terrible person but then, seeing what extent I had taken things made me disappointed with myself. How on earth could I think to harm Zara? I could not believe I had been blinded by my desires and gone totally extreme.I could not even think to look Tom straight in the eyes because I feared that he would give me that contemptuous glare.There I stood, with my back against the wall and arms folded across my chest as I watched him check on her. I was really ashamed and knew that I would be more ashamed when the good doctor comes back and discovers that all I had been feeding him were lies. The attending nurse said he was at the surgery at the moment, which was how I counted myself lucky.Then his phone started ringing and he pulled it out. He hes