Phone Beeping Virus

Trois ans après leur mariage, le premier amour de Louis Royer est retournée dans son pays, et Léa Durand a également reçu le contrat de divorce de l'homme qu'elle aimait depuis trois ans. Devant le tribunal judiciaire, Louis a avoué son amour à son premier amour : « Cela fait trois ans, je ne l'ai jamais touchée, j'aime seulement toi. » Léa était complètement désespérée, elle a considéré que ses trois années d'amour avaient été gaspillées, et elle s'est tournée vers son ancien métier, gagnant de l'argent pour atteindre le sommet de sa vie. Les gens ont alors découvert que Mme Royer, abandonnée, était à la fois belle et riche, une véritable femme de qualité. Trois mois plus tard, au milieu de la nuit, Louis l'a appelée, les yeux rouges, « Léa, je regrette… » Dans le téléphone, se faisait entendre le murmure fatigué de la femme : « Alex, qui m'appelle… » Un homme, ayant épousé cette belle femme, a raccroché en souriant, puis a embrassé la femme dans ses bras, « Ce n'est personne, c'était un appel de fraude. »

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.