Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she made 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 didn't slow her pace, her gaze locked on George's face. "Just come with me," she said, her hand reaching out to grab his arm. "It's not safe here."
George resisted, his feet planted firmly on the ground. "I don't understand," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "What's happening?"
Elsa's mind raced, desperate to find the words to convey the gravity of the situation. "Someone was just here," she said, her breath coming in short gasps. "She was messing with your car, George. I think she's set a trap for you."
George's eyes widened, the realization dawning on him. "My car?" he whispered, his gaze darting to the vehicle in question.
Elsa tightened her grip on his arm, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve. "We have to get away from here, now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
George hesitated, his eyes locked on his car. Elsa could see the conflict etched on his face, it's like he didn't believe her.
Suddenly, Elsa heard a faint sound, a high-pitched whine that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for the source of the noise.
"Elsa, what's going on?" George asked, his voice quavering with uncertainty.
Elsa didn't respond, her focus entirely on the sound. It was growing louder, a steady crescendo that set her nerves on edge.
"We need to get out of here, George," she said, her grip tightening once more. "There's a bomb, and it's about to go off."
"There's no time to explain," she said, her voice laced with desperation. "We have to get away from here, now!"
When George still didn't budge, Elsa heard the distinctive whistle of the bomb. Without hesitation, she tackled George to the ground just as his car exploded in a deafening blast.
Debris rained down around them as Elsa shielded George's body with her own. For a moment, the world seemed to slow to a crawl, the roar of the flames and the acrid smell of smoke filling their senses.
Elsa's ears rang as she and George hit the ground, the shockwave sending debris flying in all directions. She felt George's body beneath her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her as they sought shelter from the blast.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world reduced to the roar of the fire and the acrid smell of smoke. Elsa's heart pounded in her chest, her adrenaline surging as she realized they had narrowly escaped with their lives.
Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes scanning the scene before her. George's car was now a smoldering wreck, the flames licking at the twisted metal. Shards of glass and debris littered the ground around them, a testament to the sheer force of the explosion.
"Are you alright?" Elsa asked, her voice barely audible over the ringing in her ears.
George nodded, his eyes wide with shock. "I think so," he said, his voice trembling. "What the hell just happened?"
Elsa took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Your car. It was a trap, George,"" she said, her tone grim. "Someone planted a bomb in your car, George. Anastasia was trying to kill you."
George's face paled, and he struggled to sit up, his gaze fixed on the burning wreckage of his car. "Anastasia?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "She's here?"
