Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL👼
Elsa stood there patiently, waiting for Jeremy. She hoped he had received her message and was on his way to her.
However, five minutes turned into ten, then thirty, and eventually an hour.
As midnight approached, her spirits dropped with each passing second until she lost all hope.
Was he not coming?
Maybe he hadn't seen her voice message. She tried calling him again, but he didn't answer.
She waited for another half an hour, but he still didn't come. All five of her calls went unanswered.
Elsa couldn't wait any longer; she couldn't keep standing there. She still held onto the hope that he would believe her soon, that this was just a small bump in the road and everything would be okay.
She decided to take a cab home and go to him immediately. She could convince him that she didn't steal the bracelet.
Perhaps he hadn't answered her calls because he was asleep and hadn't heard her voice message.
Elsa decided to walk along the sidewalk as she waited for a cab to drive by. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Jeremy, wondering how she could convince him of her innocence.
She continued walking, clutching her sling bag tightly. The streetlights illuminated the lonely road, but she wasn't scared.
She would be more frightened if she saw someone ahead or behind her. All she wanted was to get home.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of a car approaching from behind. Elsa didn't bother to turn around or pay it any attention, assuming it was just passing by.
However, the car stopped next to her, catching her off guard. She turned to look at the vehicle and saw a big black van.
A bad feeling washed over her, so she immediately quickened her pace, walking faster and further away from the van. She remembered the last time something like this happened; although it had ended with her making a friend, she had still been kidnapped.
She continued walking when she heard the sound of a car door opening and closing, followed by footsteps behind her.
Her heart raced, and she started running immediately. She didn't want to find out if this person was good or bad; she didn't want to give them a chance. As she heard the person running behind her, her fear intensified, and she ran faster and faster.
However, it seemed as though this person was as fast as a cheetah because she could hear them getting closer and closer.
In her desperation, she tried to increase her pace even more, but all her efforts were in vain as she felt a hand grab her from behind, holding her tightly and pressing her against a body.
At that moment, she knew the person chasing her was a man. She immediately started kicking, trying to break free from his hold, only for him to lean in and place a kiss on her cheek.
