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He pulled her closed to him and kissed her cheeks. "You're overreacting, love. Just go with me, will you?" Sebastian said. Cassandra heaved a sigh. Sebastian rented a boat; he carefully helped Cassandra and drove to the neighboring island. "We're here," Sebastian said and turned the motor off. He went down and carried Cassandra so she wouldn't get wet. "Cemetery? What are we doing here?" Cassandra asked. She looked around and saw tombstones. Cassandra remembered reading in a book that one island was made to be a cemetery. The two walked further inside.

And that horrible feeling that made her think that they were kidnapped so her uncle could take Cody, it almost gave her a heart attack! But seeing the old couple waiting for them to wake up was a shock… What were they going to do? Kill them and then perhaps hide their bodies in the back of their truck? That was probably the food they sold there, human meat, cooked human meat! Carmen scowled, her eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. What kind of sane person would think like that?! Except her of course, her imagination was the wildest… She mentally rolled her eyes and stared up at the troubled look on Adrian’s face. Her eyebrows raised, seeing that he was already staring. He seemed to have z

"That you've been punishing me my entire life for something that wasn't my fault? That you took your anger at Carmen's rape perpetrator out on me?" "No!" Maria protested. "We loved you-" "Don't." Isabella's hand shot up. "Don't you dare say you loved me. Not after everything." She reached for the envelope, pulling it toward her with trembling fingers. "What happened to Carmen? Where is she now?" The silence that followed made her blood run cold. Antonio and Maria exchanged a look that spoke volumes. "Tell me," Isabella demanded, though part of her already knew the answer. "Carmen died," Antonio said quietly. "Six years after you were born. A car accident in Mexico City."

Carla The lights shimmered as it began blacking out. Despite the distance, this island had the most beautiful view and buildings. Aeden or should I say, Vincenzo, as he liked to be called, partially dragged me here to one of his private islands. I didn’t protest. I had given up a long time ago. He could have his way with where I lived now. I still hadn’t looked down at my body but the wound had definitely healed. It was now probably an ugly scar. I didn’t want to look at it. I didn’t want to remember that day or what happened that night.

2. (JENNY'S POV) The heavy iron gates of Luca Rossi’s cliffside mansion clanged shut behind the SUV like the closing of a prison door. My body was still trembling violently in the aftermath of what he had done to me in the car. His thick cum continued to leak slowly from my sore, stretched pussy, coating my inner thighs in a sticky, humiliating mess. Every small movement made me acutely aware of how thoroughly he had ruined me already. Hatred burned hot in my chest, but underneath it simmered something darker shameful arousal that refused to die.

Both of them turned toward the window. The island was coming into view now—rugged cliffs rising from the sea, a jagged silhouette against the gray sky. The plane touched down on a makeshift runway, and Evan stepped out, his boots hitting the gravel with a crunch. The air smelled of smoke and salt, the island a mess of ruins from Ethan and Aidan’s handiwork. Charred remains of villas dotted the landscape, their walls crumbled or blown apart. Armed men patrolled the area, their rifles at the ready, securing every corner. The main house, Giancarlo’s former stronghold, stood intact.

Cassandra hadn’t just tried to hurt him; she had put Isabelle, a civilian in their high-stakes world, in the crosshairs. Isabelle’s front door opened, and Carla came in, her arms laden with groceries and a bottle of wine. “I’m not letting you deal with this alone,” she said, setting the bags on the small kitchen counter. “Take a shower, Izzy. I’ll make us something to eat. The news isn’t going anywhere, so we might as well eat. We’re going to get through this together.”

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15 Queenebunoluwa15.

“We need to move.” Dante grinned as he fired off two clean shots. “I like this plan.” The crowd scattered, some running for cover, others drawing weapons. Marcella stood still, watching as everything burned around her. But as Isabella and her team fought their way out, Marcella simply smiled. Because she knew one thing Isabella didn’t. This was only the beginning. Paris, France – The Aftermath The car sped through the dark streets, Isabella still catching her breath. Ethan glanced back. “We just declared war.”

Sooner or later, you’d start asking questions. “Captain, we’ve arrived.” He announced. She nods her head and readies her equipment. Her eyes were weary and her skin looked pale. More than usual, he added, she was after all a very pale woman. The two disembarked, like other lived in islands this one had a trail. “What’s the name for this dump again?” Captain Likaya croaked. “Hogger Island mam. It is a wild taro harvester outpost.” “Are we close to the dig sight?” She asked.