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Fortunately, the shop owner seemed to understand what Jasmine was saying. "We don't sell shoes or sandals," the old woman said in broken English, "but we have some sandals belonging to our daughter that she no longer wears. You can use them." The old woman led Jasmine to the back of the shop and handed her a pair of worn-out sandals. Although slightly small, Jasmine had no other choice. She thanked the woman sincerely before continuing her journey. With the sandals on her feet, Jasmine looked for an ATM nearby. She needed to withdraw cash, even if it meant using Seth's card. She knew Seth would find out soon, but Jasmine had no other option.

Scarlett says giggling and her minions giggle along with her. I give up on pleading for her to let me out knowing Scarlett would never change her. I slide across the floor, her words echoing in my head and the clicks of heels onto the floor begin to retreat away from the door of the tiny closet I was locked into.

Natalie strode down the jet’s short stairs dressed in a dark navy skirt suit and black pointed toe Manolo Blahnik pumps that made clicking noises on the steel stairs. The professional getup made her feel more confident than she felt as she faced the three black SUVs that lined up on the private tarmac at Angola’s International Airport. Officials from the Luaestrela Diamond Company stood by the cars with blank facial expressions as they watched her descend.

Crystal convienced me. It took her about an hour to convince me. I never lied to my parents. It was like she brain-washed my mind. "Okay. But we will be back in 2 hours." I said. "Sure. Now get dressed." She ushered me inside changing room. I took my time to to get dressed. It was off-shoulder, body-fit jumpsuit with sequin work. I added black heels and wore light makeup. By the time i got ready, crystal was already dressed in golden bodycone dress with matching heels and red hot lipstick. She looked smoking hot. I felt insecure.

A way to survive. Just another stage, another night, another lie he wore like cologne. The club, Velvet Eden, situated in a hidden alley of Paris’s underworld, was a den for the desperate and the dangerous, a get-away from their lives in the 'real world'. Zane knew better than to trust the men who came to watch him, thick with sweat and lust, tossing crumpled euros like confessions into the air. They didn't care about the boy behind the performance, they never did. Not even the kind ones. They all cared about the fantasy—the body, the smile, the illusion he fed them generously.

I teased. "Sophia, do you want me to have Tim killed before the sunset?" "Nope!" I kissed him and hurriedly change my clothes. I put on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless tank top and put some underwear, shirts and jeans in a backpack. I found Sebastian dividing the teams into groups and assigning team leaders. There were four groups to be led by him, Andrew, Michael and Cris. They were discussing strategies. "Can I give a suggestion?" I stated. "No you may not." Sebastian replied. "What are you wearing?"

Again she inhaled deeply and applied the final touches to her make-up, she wrapped a deep blue veil around her head loosely before she stood up, she grabbed her purse and keys and then headed out. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she made her way downstairs, the trails of her light ash colored dress swept the floor ever so slightly, the deep blue stilettos she had on added to her 5'4 by 3inches , she embodied grace as she descended the stairs, every step controlled and deliberate. At the bottom of the stairs stood Ima, whose smile was bright as always. "You look beautiful, Miss". She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs.

If I was lucky, his wife was home casting hexes on me. I opened the little drawer beside the bed and started packing Theo’s things into a bag. Pajamas made of cashmere that, I swear on every one of my cats, cost more than my apartment rent for the last six months. Slippers made of some French kid-leather nonsense. A soft jacket that smelled familiar. Male. Expensive. And nostalgia that I wanted to kick out the window. Behind me I heard him swipe his finger across the iPad screen and mutter low, “Okay... wow.”

I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on. Diana calls out to Lucinda who is outside packing her bags in the car ,Yes mum Lucinda responds as she walks towards her mum who is holding a few clothes in her hands you forgot these Diana says as she hands them over to her .Is everything you need packed yes mum Lucinda responds smiling .They lock the doors and walk towards the car where Derek and Daren are busy playing loud music and they seem to be so happy.Diana gets in and si

I sent the coordinates in a second message, then forced myself into my car, driving faster than I’d ever driven in my life, hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to ache. The city thinned quickly as I approached the industrial district, warehouses growing sparser and more decrepit, the polished glass and steel of downtown giving way to rusted metal and crumbling concrete that hadn’t seen proper maintenance in years. I found the location exactly where the coordinates indicated, a massive shipping warehouse with broken windows and a single door standing slightly ajar, rain beginning to fall steadily now, soaking through my jacket within seconds of stepping out of the car. My phone buz