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"Have you seen him?!" The music was nearly deafening as Cara yelled out to her friend.
"I can't hear ya!" Jessica shouted back. "Wait here, let me go find him." Cara was enjoying the time of her life that evening at the club, except, her husband was nowhere to be found. It was their second year anniversary and it still felt like yesterday when she had said yes to his proposal. "Okay, just drink more. It's your day!" Jessica passed her drink to her, watching Cara sip from its content. "Come on, don't be a bore! Drink up." "You know I'm drunk already." Cara placed the cup on the table, her eyes scanning the room for her husband, Chris. "I'll go get him. And you should drink up, honey. It's not like you're the one who's going to drive. Chris will take you home, and you guys can have the night of your lives tonight. Who's gonna be on top in bed?" Jessica teased her friend as a smile worked its way to her face. "Shut up, Jessica." Cara felt her cheeks burn red. Everytime she thought about anything sexual, she found herself blushing like a fool. Even though she was a married woman and had sex with Chris most of the time, she still blushed. "Lemme go now. Just stay here, and don't you move your ass, okay?" Her friend was already walking out, leaving Cara to herself. They threw a party at a club with some of Chris's friends, with Cara showing up with Jessica, her only friend in the world. Besides Romeo of course. But it had been two whole years since she spoke with him last. Thankfully, Jessica has been around by her side the past couple months. Eighteen months to be exact. She still remembered how she and Jessica had met at a bar when Cara had visited with Chris on her birthday. "Hey," a friend of Chris, Max, stopped in front of her. "Where the hell is Chris? We need his ass down here for our adult game. It's getting sensual down there, you should come too!" It was obvious Max was drunk already with the way he dragged his words and from his staggering stance. Besides, he was always so formal with her but now he spoke so casually like they were friends. A colleague of Chris hurried to join them. "Yo, Max, come on." Max struggled. "Let's bring her over. She's blessed with these crazy curves, I imagine she'll be a badass on the dance floor. We need hotties--" "--ignore him. He's fucking wasted." Mathew, Chris's colleague said to her. "Hey, have you seen Chris?" Cara asked. It seemed suspicious as Mathew glanced around, watching like he'd just seen a ghost. "Nope. Nothing. I dunno." He blinked. "Come on, let's go, Max!" And with that, he disappeared. Cara got up, now getting curious. The whole room was spinning as soon as she bounced on her feet, and her body felt warm and cozy like she was one giant vibrating being. This irritating nauseous feeling began to form in her throat but she forced herself to walk around. There was a room by a corner where the loud noise of music hitting the speaker dulled down and the area felt very calm in a pleasing manner. "Damn it, I'm so tired." She muttered to herself, caressing her forehead that was now banging. "I mean, I'm sure Chris paid for a reserved space. I just wanna lie down..." The thought of laying on a sofa chilled all her nerves. Mathew with another guy rushed forward to her. "Miss Cara, where are you going!" That was Matthew's voice. Cara turned to see all of Chris's friends and colleagues now before her. "Huh? Oh," she seemed dazzled as to why she was being queried by these men. "I just wanted to lay down for...for like, a while." Her tone was slurred and she didn't mind. She was tired. "I just want to rest for a while until Chris comes." "But-" Mathew wanted to say, but he stopped himself. "You tried your best, bro." Said someone else, resting his hand on Matthew's shoulders. Mathew sighed. "Okay. You can go in." The way their facial expression seemed so doomed was what made Cara begin to grow suspicious. What was in there? She watched as they took big steps backward, shaking their heads like she was just about to find the dead body of her parents in there. She shrugged off that dangerously taunting thought and instantly reached for the door knob. Twisting the handle gently, she pushed the door open regardless of what she might find in there. The room was nothing special with just a long couch in front of her. The color of the walls dulled the room, and with the ugly looking lightening, Cara wanted to head out already. Nothing was in there so why were they afraid? She was smart to stay close to the door. She wouldn't want someone appearing from behind to suddenly shut the door tight-- "Damn it, just like that. Hmmm...that's it…!" It was a moaning sound from a woman. The thought that there must be a couple somewhere there making out sent shivers down Cara's spine. "Great, I'm in a p**n room. Shit!" She muttered as she made a mental note to quickly rush out. A loud grunt was heard in a pleasurable tone. "Fuck, I'm about to cum! You're the best, Jesse. I love you!" Then she heard his voice. It was hard to miss. Jesse? Who the hell was Jesse! With anger coursing through her veins, Cara stormed in, hitting all the light switches to brighten up the room and boom! Just by the corner was a big bed with two naked people in a standing ovation fucking and moaning loud like the world was about to end. And did it hurt her to the very core that her husband was out there in one of the hottest sex positions she knew with a complete stranger?! It was nothing compared to the next thing she was about to see. With Cara in the room, Chris quickly pushed the lady away and grabbed his boxer somewhere to cover up his nakedness. "Cara? Oh my goodness, Cara what--" He paused, glaring at the lady with him who's back was facing Cara as her naked slim butt flashed before Cara's eyes. "Didn't you say she was drunk somewhere? What is she doing here!" Chris began to mutter, though loud enough Cara could hear. Cara's mouth opened but no words could form. What the hell was he talking about! Then, Jessica turned to face Cara in her full glorious body. "I thought I told you not to get up from there?"Months went by in the blink of an eye. Everyone had gone back to their daily lives. Every trial had been held, Vicky was sentenced to 15 years for first degree attempted murder, she still has an awaiting trial for mistreating her kids. The hired assassin was served 35 years in prison for showing remorse for his crimes and helping the police find the notorious Chameleons. His boss on the other hand had faced life imprisonment without parole across several lifetimes. For ordering people to kill themselves when they failed a mission, he had indirectly killed a higher number than his men. Sarah Knowles and Chris Owen had been serving the same 40 years imprisonment for challenging the law's decision and first degree attempted murder over two people. There was finally peace and quiet. Cara could sleep without the fear that someone was coming to kill her child. Sometimes, Sarah's words trailed back to her. During Sarah's trial, she had yelled at Cara. "You couldn't hav
"No! Don't do it!" The man yelled out. "That bastard will trail them down no matter where they go and he'll erase them, don't do it." Romeo simply shrugged his shoulders. The man couldn't hold back his tears. "Didn't you tell me you wouldn't stoop low to my level? Why are you doing this now?" "If I wanted to stoop to your level, I'd kill them myself. But just sending one text doesn't mean anything. I didn't do it, whatever happens to them." The man remembered his own statement, the very words he had Rockie after stabbing her. If she had died from the bleeding, it wasn't him. He didn't kill her. He shook his head. "What do you want from me? I thought you said you didn't want me to confess, why are you trying to break me?" "Break you?" Romeo scoffed a laugh. "I'm not even trying to break you. I'm just having fun. Do you see me questioning you?" "What do I have to do to stop you from sending their location?" The man asked in a quiet tone. "You don't get it," Romeo said with a so
Miranda helped Cara clean up after breakfast, the others were basically living with them for now. They had already packed up before for the one week trip, why not spend it with the Armani family instead? It was a full house and it had never felt any warmer. Kenneth and Aria also stayed along with Kenneth and Miranda. They had also intended to spend the week at the Armani's, believing they would be out on a trip. Why not just stay together?Mr Armani was updated daily by his wife on everything that was going on and his arrival was greatly anticipated. It was time for Romeo to visit his friend. No one spoke about what he had done to him in the morning, they knew he was just as disturbed himself, but he'd do anything to finally put it all to an end. Thankfully, Jessica had been moved to a new and safer location where she could easily visit her friend in the hospital. He walked back into the room the man was being held in and he could easily see him tense up. Romeo smiled. "I see
Everyone was quiet. All eyes focused on their meals and no lips bothered to make as much as a mutter. Cara kept casting worried glances in her husband's direction, but whenever he noticed, she would just smile at him. Camilla looked so lost. She barely ate her food. Her mind kept tracing back to the incident from university, if Romeo hadn't helped her then, she really could have been left with a worse scar. That bastard then had gagged her mouth, clawed her skin, even went as far as driving a knife into her thigh when she refused to stop struggling. He hit her, hurt her, stripped her, and forced terrible memories down her throat. She still had the scar on her thigh, reminding her of it every single day. Romeo hadn't gone too far back then, he had done it to shake up the bastard to admit to his wrong doings when no one else was doing anything. The school had claimed they were too prestigious to have police coming in and investigating. It would tarnish their image. So Camilla was
"Shouldn't we stop him?" Cara asked out of fear. "Why should we?" Camilla asked. They all turned towards her. Her brows were furrowed and her hands were clenching so hard. "Cam--" her husband called out to her but she cut him off. "That bastard deserved everything Romeo did to him in school back then and this monster isn't any different. He's not going to kill him, that's the most important thing. But he's going to confess, I know for sure." "But Camilla--" Cara started but was cut off too. "Aren't you tired?" She spat out. "Going back and forth for days on end, nothing is coming out of it because that idiot sees us as a push over. We're not going to get anywhere if we don't take measures into our own hands."And we're not doing anything illegal. The police know he's here, we promised to get a confession out of him as fast as possible but it's been three weeks! They'll take him away soon and there will be nothing we can do about it by then." Tori sighed. "I hate to admit it but
They got home to find Jessica and her son cuddled together on the sofa. Camilla had gone to rest, Tori and Miranda were in the bedroom along with Alice, Aria, and her daughter. Jastrow was in the kitchen with Cara's dad. The moment they got back home, Romeo announced Cara needed to sleep and they would have a meeting after she was well rested and the others were back. He took her straight to the master bedroom where they slept. The two women and Aria were together there with the kids. Cara climbed up in bed and cuddled Alice in her arms. The cheerful little girl was wide awake and wanted to play. "Did something happen at the hospital?" Tori asked. He sighed. "We'll discuss it at the meeting. I want to see the man they brought here, the chameleon." Romeo said. Tori nodded. "Okay, go ahead. But be careful. That man is a vicious one." "What makes you say that?" His brow twitched slightly. "I went to see him and before you say anything, I made sure he didn't see me. He's scarre
“Did you hear? The hitman, your friend's ex boyfriend right? He's been sentenced to twenty years in prison.” Romeo said to Cara. He waited for a response but didn't get any. When he stared closely at her, he realised that she was there but her mind was elsewhere. He placed a hand on hers as he ca
As she had all of their attention in the grasp of her hand, she took out her phone and played a recording. Murmurs immediately filled the hall at what they heard. It was none other than Sarah Knowles, begging Jessica not to let her secret be known that Chris was not the son of his father and that
Micheal was silent for quite some time, the words played around in his mind and refused to stop. Meanwhile Jessica stood there, satisfied, watching all the emotions play out on his face. Just what she wanted to see. She hit him playfully on the arm, "what are you thinking about so seriously?" She
Cara stared at her phone, beyond confused. Who could ever do such a thing to her? Why would someone write something so disturbingly annoying about her? What even made her more disheartened more was that it all sounded so true. Whoever wrote it fixed the pieces where they were not built for but mad







