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Vanessa’s POV

“Seriously Vannie? All you're going to do is sit here and cry? Seriously?” Betty crossed her arms as she sat opposite me.

I didn't reply, I've got no words to say. Even if I had a word or two, the gulp in my throat would never allow me.

I swallowed hard, clenching my jaws together so hard, but that did not stop the ugly sob from clawing up to my throat. I swallowed it hard again and then ‘Boom’ came the sound of the massive fart I'd been holding in for minutes.

I looked up at Betty, her nose twitched and her cheeks puffed up, a short sound escaped her lips but she quickly coughed to cover it up, but we both knew she wanted to laugh.

“What is funny?” I glared at her.

“Nothing, I wasn't laughing or a—hahaha” she lost it immediately and fell to the ground, her body trembling so hard.

I glanced at her for a moment before looking away.

I was suffering here and all my best friend could do was laugh because I farted, like who doesn't fart?

I buried my head in my pillow and cried.

I cannot lose Ethan to this witch, that poor filthy thing can't take him from me.

I prefer losing him to a top model than to that thing.

“I have an idea but I don't know how it might sound to you.” Betty said, she kept biting her lower lip, clearly fighting the urge to laugh and that shit was beginning to annoy the hell out of me.

“Get out of here!” I yelled at her.

“Fine I will but hear me out first.” She rolled her eyes.

“What if we trick that slut somewhere, get some boys to beat her or even destroy that dirty hole of hers?” She said and I raised my brows.

“You're actually right… maybe that could scare her away.” I squeaked and she sat straight next to me.

“Of course it would, we can even take pictures of her nudes and blackmail her with them, threaten her to cancel her wedding with your man.” Betty added and I nodded slowly. “After all Sir Charles Blackwood would never force her into a marriage with his son.”

“This is a brilliant idea, Betty, didn't know you've got some brain cells working in that skull of yours.” I laughed.

We both laughed and we spent the late evening planning out every single step, which I won't share with y'all now 🙃.

“Don't I deserve something Miss Vanessa?” Betty smacked her lips, circling around my waist.

Yes, I'm a bisexual. In fact that's how I got Betty as my best friend. She used to be that girl I used to bully back then, I used her face to clean my pussy after peeing in the bathroom back then in high school… but I later found out she enjoyed everything and I soon invited her over to satisfy my urges whenever Ethan was not there. She soon became there for me and I decided to make her my best friend.

Ethan was not so pleased with the fact that I do girls, he never said a word about it but the expression on his face when he caught Betty eating me still sends shivers down my spine till now.

My sexual relationship with Betty got strained the day Ethan finally made me his personal bitch.

“Your body belongs to me alone now, I don't like sharing Vanessa.” He had looked into my eyes while he squeezed my right breast so hard that day and since then I've cut ties with all of my fuck mates.

“You know the—”

“Shhh” she placed her fingers on my lips. “He's never gonna know, I promise you. Let's just have this time to ourselves, what if the next time you're getting married.” She gave a puppy face.

“Okay fine, you win.” I whined. She has a power that kills all of my resistance.

She jumped on me instantly, smashing her lips against mine, stealing all my breath away.

Her fingers curled into and tangled my hair as I pulled her closer, sucking on her lower lip.

Her fingers slipped into my shirt and down my spine causing my back to arch automatically.

“Shit…” I moaned as her hand cupped my braless boobs, groping both at once….

Sophia's POV

My heart was beating fast as I slipped my phone into my bag.

“Pointe (ballet) shoes, check, leotard… check…” I cross-checked everything again from top to bottom.

“Still going to that studio again? Even if you want to continue dancing, you can find a better one you know, right.” Mum said as she helped me fill my milk bottle.

“I know, I know Mum but the fact that we are wealthy doesn't mean I'm going to forget my origin or throw away all the memories instantly.” I said.

“You're right, remember to come home before four, your dad is taking everyone out.” She smiled at me.

“I'm not sure if I would him by then.” I pouted.

“Are you still mad at him?”

“No, not at all, just that I got a call from an upcoming modelling agency, they asked me if I would love to do some dance modelling for them and I think it's a great idea, we are going to sign the deal today, I wanted to keep it a surprise but…” I shrugged.

“Oh… my baby I'm so sorry I made you spill your surprise.” She said.

“It's okay, don't just tell Dad or Lisa.”

“I won't, I'm so happy for you strawberry.” Mum said and I scoffed at the nickname Dad had given me while I was younger.

I remember how the name had annoyed me so much.

“I'm on my way to the studio.”

“Alright, are you sure you can trust the model agents? And where are you meeting them?” Mum asked.

“Yes, I went through their profile, they are legit and have modelled a lot of dancers, we are meeting at a restaurant near the studio.” Mum gave me a final hug and I stepped outside. The drivers attempted to persuade me so they could drive me to the studio but I preferred the cab instead.

Dance class was fun and tiring at the same time.

We had a lot of fun and again, the coach was pleased about my turns again.

“You're getting more beautiful lately.” Jordan said with a smile.

He effortlessly lifted me up in the air as my legs went into a split leap position.

“Thank you so much, you look more radiant as well.”

“If only you are not getting married to someone else, I would have asked you out this instant.” He joked and we both giggled.

“Jordan and Sophia!” The coach yelled. “Keep the lovey-dovey till after class.” She warned.

My cheeks turned red.

“You look like a sliced watermelon.” He laughed.

“And you a mango.”

“At least I'm not red…”

“At least my hair is not like yours—so messy as mangoes.” I smirked.

“And don't you think the messier it gets the hotter I am.” He smirked.

“Nah, I think you look like a goat.” I laughed. I could see the coach glaring but I couldn't help it, I haven't seen Jordan in weeks, he was my only best friend.

“You better focus little mouse.”

“Call me that again and I will stomp on your feet.”

“I dare you little mouse.” He smirked.

I raised my leg to stomp on his foot but he kicked it just before I could hit him.

I lost my balance but he caught me real quick by the waist, my hands landed on his chest with full force that sent the both of us falling to the floor.

I fell right on his chest with our noses inches apart.

Gasps and chuckles flew around.

I could feel my cheeks burn as I pushed myself off him.

We didn't need anybody to tell us before we left the studio while the coach’s nose was flaring in anger.

“Why did you do that?” I asked Jordan.

“You started it.” He shrugged.

“And now, I got kicked out of class because of you.”

“I'm sorry.” He ran his hand in his hair.

I didn't say anything, I put on my sweater and joggers while I headed off the company.

“Are you mad at me now?” He followed me.

“No.” I mumbled.

He kept following me while I headed to the restaurant.

He kept talking to me but I didn't reply to him. He suddenly stopped and pulled my waist with much force to make me face him.

“What now?” I crossed my arms.

“You look like an Indian rabbit when angry.” He chuckled but I didn't find it funny.

“You shouldn't be angry, in few weeks time we might never get to see anymore… let's just have this moment together.” My heart sank at his words.

“I know but I have to be at the restaurant down there.” I said.

“For what?” I explained everything to him.

“Alright, be safe, if you need anything, I'd be hanging around here.” He pulled my cheek softly while I nodded.

I watched him walk away while I settled down in the restaurant and I informed the agents that I was there earlier.

Thirty minutes later I got a message from them.

“I think we are lost, Miss Sophia, the GPS misled us.”

“Ohh, you can't really trust that in a location like this.” I said.

They decided where they were and I know the place— it was an alley, one of the darkest alleys in the community. I remember how Mum was very much against us passing through there.

I covered my head with the hoodie and started walking, I felt the urge to chat Jordan up about the change of location but I pushed it aside.

The alley was cold, dark and silent.

My heart started pounding hard as my head kept swaying left and right but I couldn't see a soul in sight. I was about changing my mind and returning up when I spotted a bright red car approaching. Through the way the driver was navigating the car, you can surely tell he or she is confused.

I walked up to the car and the engine stopped, the door opened and a woman in mid twenties got down. “Hello, my name is Eloise, are you—”

“Yes, I am Sophia Carter.” I smiled, completing her question.

“Thank goodness, come in dear, this place is getting scarier.” She said and I understood her panic.

I jumped into the car but the urge to message Jordan just got stronger, so I decided to follow my instincts. I switched on my phone and started typing:

> In the all—

I couldn't type the next word when something suddenly flew into my face. I threw my phone away from my laps as I struggled to get it off. It was a handkerchief. I turned to Eloise for help but she continued driving with a smirk.

What was happening?

My heart was thudding against my chest.

I fought with my hands trying to peel the fabric off my nose but whoever was holding it was so strong.

Tears blurred my vision instantly.

My lungs were literally begging for air during the process because I was afraid to inhale from the fabric. What if it's poisonous?

All thanks to the swimming and emergency situation handling lessons I had, I was able to hold my breath for a while.

“This bitch is not out yet, do something.” Eloise said.

Immediately, a hard blow was landed on my neck.

I gasped in pain and inhaled deeply.

Nothing happened at first but soon my tear-blurred eyes became even more blurred.

My head became light and slowly, I lost the strength in my arms, they dropped like lifeless stones.

The fabric was left on my face but the grip was released.

This could have been a chance to escape but whatever that was in the fabric had drained all the strength in me.

I fought so hard to keep my eyes open but they fell anyways, the sound of the car engine sounded far away more and more.

Everything went dark except for the thought in my mind…

Who are these people?

What's happening?

What have I done to them?

What are they going to do to me?

Who is going to rescue me?