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Salma The sting of betrayal was immediate. “Hey! That was supposed to be our little secret,” Brandon cried to Leona. Leona's hands flew to her mouth, realising she had just leaked something that was never meant for my ears. “Sorry,” she said to Brandon in a small voice. Brandon turned to look at me, an expression of guilt covering his face, “Do you mind? about her…” “She can be your groomsman if you want,” I tried to be chill about it, “I don't care.” “Are you sure? Because I can…” “No!” “No!” Leona and I screamed at the same time with the same frequency.Leona gave her father a threatening look, “No backsies!” Leona's excitement brought a smile to my face. So long as Brandon could promise me that my little girl would not get hurt, I did not mind her attending his wedding. “I came to kiss my favourite daughter goodbye,” I masked my pain with a smile. Leona looked up, “where are you going?” “Maryland.” “You're going home?” she asked me. “I have to do something for work,

Brandon“Consider this your bachelor party, huh?” Richard Summers said as he uncorked an old bottle of scotch. I felt like I was drowning with no way out. I looked across from me and saw Senator Schumer, seated quietly in sunglasses. “Is there a reason you called me here, Richard?” I asked my soon-to-be father-in-law.“I guess you're not feeling very festive, huh?” he asked. He had to be joking if he thought that I would want to have a bachelor's party with him. I was here because he had told me he had something important to discuss with me before I could marry Elaine. He poured a glass of scotch and passed it to me.“I'm not in the mood for a drink,” I said. “If your father-in-law offers you a drink, you just accept it!” Schuamer said.My gaze landed briefly on the senator, and I wondered if there was something wrong with his voice because it sounded tiny compared to the senator's natural baritone voice. Richard patted the senator's arm and said, “he's right, you know,” he sai

Brandon I put on the radio to ease my tense mind. I backed out of the Summer's mansion filled with indignation. I eyed the prenup Richard had shoved in my face with anger. He had some guts! If it were not for the baby growing in Elaine's womb, I would walk out of their lives forever. Breaking News! I heard the radio presenter say. Such news was usually bad, and I was not interested in it. I was about to change the channel when Salma’s name was mentioned. Dr. Gascon was seen fleeing the country in her private jet this afternoon. This comes as the police declared her wanted for conspiracy to murder her father, Senator Schuamer… I brought the car to a sudden halt, causing a wave of honks from nearby cars. It is said that she fled without her daughter, Leona Gascon. Senator Schuamer has expressed his concern for his granddaughter, and has promised to adopt and raise her. My heart went cold. Leona's name was on the news and not for good reason. Leona Gascon is currently receivi

SalmaThey had transported me somewhere else, somewhere so far away that I had eventually lost my sense of time trying to keep up with the long journey. They had not fed me a thing, not even a drop of water. I was extremely parched that it was beginning to hurt to swallow my own spit. When I begged my abductors for water, they yelled, “You’re a doctor! You should know that a patient has to fast before surgery.” It was hell not knowing if the feds were really still following me. All I was certain of was that the tracker that had been placed underneath my skin on my forearm was still there and had remained undetected by my father and his kidnap crew. The vehicle we were in suddenly stopped and I felt rough hands grab me and throw me out. I was taken inside a building and thrown on the floor. Only then was my blindfold and gag taken off. It was then that I saw one of the greatest horrors known to mankind. There were several people there, all sparingly clothed, tied in chains to the

BrandonI sighed as I pulled into Elaine’s driveway. I considered sending her a message, but decided against it. It would be better if I surprised her with a visit. And if there was anything I had learned from when we were dating, it was that she loved surprises. I picked up the bouquet I had bought on the way for the baby along with the prenup that had been sitting in my car for a while. I inhaled deeply as I walked up the stairs to her private condo. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell but I received no response. I was going to turn and opt for sending her a text that the prenup was a joke, and we would have to come up with a new one before we got married if at all we did. But it felt like the coward’s way out. I had to do this to her face so I went to the door and input her code. To my surprise, it opened. She had not changed it since I had last been to her house. But when I walked in, I noticed at once that the house was in disarray. There were clothes everywhere incl