After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé
A man’s hot breath wafts across my ear and my shock intensifies at the voice that filters into my eardrums;
“Since there’s no way we’re getting out of here alive, I might as well take you with me as a peace offering to the devil.”
That voice can only belong to one man. Mario.
I’m shaking like a leaf as I slowly look over my shoulder to confirm my theory. Sure enough, Mario stares back at me with dark, evil eyes, his lips twisted in an ugly, bloody smirk.
He looks absolutely nothing like the kind, sweet driver from a few hours ago. He looks…evil.
“M-Mario?” My voice is a tiny, disbelieving whisper. “How…”
He digs the gun harder into my skin and pain explodes in my already throbbing head.
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