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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“Rachel” Mr Baldwin called once more, with his eyes searching frantically the restaurant.

“Over here, baby!” he heard the familiar voice of his wife from behind him.

He turned around at once, and broke into a smile when his eyes landed on her, then he rushed towards her, and pulled her into a very tight hug.

“Fuçk! You scared me, my heartbeat!” he reprimanded her, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips.

Her arms went around his waist, and rested her head on his chest as she hugged him back, there’s a satisfying smile on her face, as though she’s finally gotten what she’s ever wanted.

“I was scared I’d be too late, and…”

“Shh” she pulled away from the hug slightly, and placed a finger on his lips. “It’s fine, baby, I’m not mad at you” she said.

Then she grabbed his face in her hands, and planted a short kiss on his lips, which made him frown deeply as he suddenly find his wife’s kiss a little bit sloppy.

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“No, not at all, baby” she answered. “I’m just excited you came in time, or….”

Mr Baldwin tuned her off and frowned as he stared strangely at her, he took a step back and took a proper look at his wife, but she was very quick to close the space between them.

He frowned as she wrapped an arm around his waist, he couldn’t help but wondered why his wife’s suddenly acting so weird.

‘She has called me baby multiple times just now, but my wife doesn’t call me baby on normal occasions, she only calls me baby when she wanna get something from me’ he thought inwardly.

“I’m really happy you came, I was scared you wouldn’t come in time, and Tasha would succeed, and have her way with me”

Mr Baldwin glanced around immediately she made mention of Tasha, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously, before looking back at her.

“Where’s Tasha by the way?” he asked.

“I don’t know” she answered.

She looked towards the table she was sitting with a frown, as though she’s confused.

“We were sitting there a minute ago, but she suddenly vanished when she heard your voice” she said.

“Really?”

“Hm” she hummed in agreement, then hugged him and rested her head on his chest again.

Mr Baldwin’s eyes narrowed more suspiciously as he looked down at her, he felt like pushing her away, but he kept his cool.

‘With my wife’s temperament, she would be very mad at me, and probably be giving me the cold shoulder right now, or maybe hit and scold me for not contacting her or coming home for days, but why isn’t she doing any of that right now?’ he thought again, and his frown deepened even more. ‘Unless… she’s not her!’ he concluded, but still didn’t push her away.

“Rachel, are you ok? Did Tasha hurt you? Or did she try to hurt my godson?” Fatima asked as she gently pushed Mr Baldwin out of her way.

Fatima grabbed her friend’s hands and began looking her friend’s body all over, as though she’s checking for any physical injuries.

“Tasha?” Mrs Baldwin scoffed. “She couldn’t do anything to me, she only threatened to hurt my child if I don’t leave my baby” she glanced at Mr Baldwin as she mentioned baby. “Alone” she said, but Fatima frowned at her words.

“Huh?”

There’s a surprised expression on Fatima’s face, because this is the first time Rachel’s ever referred to her husband as her baby during their conversation.

‘Did something life changing happened after her meeting with Tasha?’ Fatima couldn’t help her thoughts.

She exchanged looks with Mr Baldwin, and realized Mr Baldwin was glaring at Mrs Baldwin.

“You must be hungry, right?” Mr Baldwin asked his wife.

“Hm” she hummed in reply, and smiled brightly at him.

“Come on, let’s go home and get you something to eat” he said.

“Hm” she hummed again, went on tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips, then she grabbed Fatima’s hand and they rushed out.

Mr Baldwin reached for his phone in his pocket, he scrolled until he stopped at a number, and sent a text to the number before shoving his phone back in his pocket, and hurried out too.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov

An Unnamed Organization, LA<<

“Quick, get the damn door!” Ms Cara growled at one of her subordinates, as she approached the closed door.

He quickly pushed the door open, and Ms Cara was helped in with blood trailing along her wounded leg.

“Ms Cara, you were shot?” Another of her subordinates asked.

She shot him a harsh glare as she sat on an armchair, and rested her bleeding leg on the small table in front of her.

“Isn’t it obvious?!” she snapped at him, but released a hiss as someone touched her wound. “What are fuçking doing?!”

“Boss, you’re bleeding, we must treat your wound first or it’s gonna get infected later” he explained.

“No” she growled, and pushed him off her.

He fell back on his butts, and Ms Cara kicked him on his stomach, as hard as her left leg could which made him grunt and coughed a few times.

“I’m gonna make them regret ever taking what’s supposed to be MINE!” she pushed the table, and her wounded leg hit the ground hard, but she didn’t wince or hiss in pain.

“Ms Cara…”

“SHUT UP!” she clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth tightly. “Duncan is looking for his wife, take our men and start searching for her too” she narrowed her eyes. “I want you to get her before he does, and you have only today to get it done!”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Then get moving your @sses!” with that, her subordinates trooped out, leaving her and her right hand man behind.

“I’ll make sure I snatch everything from Ferrari’s son, just like he snatched everything from me!” she promised.

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Mr Baldwin raised his left eyebrow, as he watched his wife giggling excitedly while gliding her way into the living room, she raced towards a sofa, and fell on it with her legs dancing in the air.

“Careful, Rachel” nanny Pamela scolded her as she rushed down the stairs. “Have you forgotten you’re a pregnant woman? Pulling dangerous stunts like that is very unsafe for my grandson”

Mrs Baldwin quickly sprang up, and comported herself.

“Sorry….” she trailed off, her eyeballs rolled questioningly as she thought of how to address nanny Pamela. “.. housekeeper” she said.

“Housekeeper?” Nanny Pamela asked with a small frown. “Did she knock her head or something?” she asked, directing this question to Mr Baldwin, who simply shrugged.

Nanny Pamela sighed, she squatted to Mrs Baldwin’s level and pulled her into a hug.

“I was so scared something’s going to happen to you” she sighed again. “Why did you leave the mansion without telling me?” Nanny Pamela asked in a scolding tone, but still haven’t pulled away from the hug.

“Uh…” Mrs Baldwin seemed as though she’s lost.

“Anyways” nanny Pamela pulled away from the hug, and held Mrs Baldwin’s hands. “You’ve been gone the whole morning, and it’s already lunch time, come I’ll fix you something to eat”

“Hm”

Then they got up and headed towards the kitchen, Mr Baldwin and Fatima could only stare at Mrs Baldwin in total confusion -they both have their own doubts.

“Mr Baldwin, forgive my curiosity and impulsiveness, but is that your wife?” Fatima asked.

Mr Baldwin shook his head slowly.

“No” he answered.

Fatima faced him with an even more confused expression.

“You know she’s an imposter, but you don’t wanna kill her? You even brought her home?” she queried him, even though that wasn’t her intention.

Mr Baldwin remained silent, but his eyes stayed focused on nanny Pamela and his wife -well, fake wife.

“I’m gonna go kill her this instant!” she growled.

And made to storm towards the imposter, but Mr Baldwin grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.

“Mr Baldwin, she’s…”

“We can’t kill her yet”

“Why?”

“We don’t know who she is, we don’t know who’s her backer either, and worse of all, we’ll never know where my wife if we kill her” he explained.

Fatima nodded in agreement after a brief thought.

“It’s best I keep her here, and force her to tell me the truth later”

“When’s the later?” she asked.

Her tone was a bit rude, which earned her a warning glare from Mr Baldwin, and she quickly bowed her head in apology.

“I’m sorry, sir” she apologized quickly. “I’m just worried about my friend, she might be in danger”

“Don’t worry, they won’t dare to hurt my wife while she’s here” he nodded towards fake Mrs Baldwin. “I’ll get the truth out of her tonight”

Fatima glared maliciously towards the fake Mrs Baldwin, who was stylishly brushing nanny Pamela’s hands from her shoulder.

“Mr Baldwin” Lucas called Mr Baldwin’s attention after receiving a phone call. “It’s done” he said.

“What’s done?” Mr Baldwin asked.

“Our men has taken Mr Ferrari to the safehouse, and Mike is waiting for you in the garage”

“You’ve kidnapped him?”

Lucas shook his head.

“No”

Mr Baldwin frowned.

“No?”

“He came on his own will, he said there’s something he must tell you, and he’s been waiting since you left to get Mrs Baldwin”

Mr Baldwin nodded, and turned to Fatima.

“Watch her, don’t let her try anything funny, and if need be, you must protect my nanny with your life!”

Lucas suddenly choked on his spit immediately Mr Baldwin mentioned ‘protect my nanny with your life’, he locked eyes with Fatima and shook his head in disagreement, then created a love symbol with his fingers, but quickly shoved his hands in his pockets when Mr Baldwin faced him.

“Are you ok?” Mr Baldwin asked him.

“Yes, sir” he replied.

“Then let’s go question Mike”

“Yes, sir”

Mr Baldwin nodded at Fatima before walking towards the door, but Lucas winked at her and rushed after his boss.

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At The Garage<<

“Good afternoon, Mr Baldwin, I’m Mike…”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries” Mr Baldwin cut in. “I know you, and I hate you, so let’s just go straight to the point” he said.

“You’re so straightforward… ”

“Why are you here?”

Mike frowned slightly as he noticed Mr Baldwin’s a little bit harsh towards him, but didn’t voiced out his displeasure since he understood Mr Baldwin’s behavior so well.

“I wanna ask you of a favor” he said.

TO Be Continued

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Mr Baldwin clenched his jaw tighter, he shut his eyes briefly, and inhaled deeply.
At that moment, Fatima rushed in and aimed her gun at Mrs Jackson -she’s been standing outside and heard everything they’ve been saying.

“Don’t let her go boss, she doesn’t know where Mrs Baldwin is” she said.

“What?” Mr Baldwin asked.

“Mrs Baldwin called me few minutes, she told me she’s meeting up with someone, and sent me the address” she glared at Mrs Jackson. “She wasn’t abducted, because where Mrs Baldwin is right now a public place” she emphasized on ‘public place’.

Mrs Jackson glared maliciously at Fatima.

“Yes, I don’t know where your wife is, but you must let me go, or I’ll kill your aunt right in front of you!”

“You… ”

“Fatima!” Mr Baldwin growled, and Fatima shut up at once. “Let her go” he said.

She wanted to argue, but one look from her boss advised her to withdraw, her shoulders slumped down as she stepped out of the way.

Mrs Jackson held nanny Pamela hostage until she walked out, and still didn’t release her until a van stopped behind her.

“Here” she pushed nanny Pamela forward, and Mr Baldwin caught her before she could fall.

“Are you ok, nanny?” he asked as nanny Pamela wouldn’t stop coughing, but she could only nod in response.

“Take that, bitçh!” with that Fatima shot Mrs Jackson on her left leg before she could jump in the van.

“Fuçk! Fatima, that’s a reckless move, she could have shoot back!” Lucas queried her.

“She wouldn’t because she knows she’s outnumbered” she gestured at their men surrounding the place. “Besides, we promised to let her go in one piece, but we didn’t promise we won’t leave a mark on her” she smirk.

“Come on, let’s go inside” Mr Baldwin said, and supported nanny Pamela as they walked in.

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“Sir, we’ve waste too much time here, we aren’t so sure Mrs Baldwin is safe with whoever she’s meeting” Fatima said, after they’ve made sure nanny Pamela has settle down.

“Yes, let’s go” Mr Baldwin replied, and got up. “Lucas, you’ll stay back and take care of nanny until I get back”

“Yes, sir”

“Let’s go, Fatima” with that Mr Baldwin and Fatima hurried off.

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RACHEL’S pov

My heart was beating vehemently against my chest, as I stood in front of the restaurant Tasha wanted us to meet, and I couldn’t help the frightening thoughts that were running through my mind.

What is Tasha trying to do? Is she trying to abduct me in public?

Well, I just hope Fatima gets here in time. I inhaled deeply, braced myself against whatever is coming my way, and walked into the restaurant.

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“Thank you” I thanked the cashier as I paid for my bottle water, and walked towards the table Tasha’s booked.

I pulled out a chair sat down, but frowned when I noticed someone’s already sitting on the chair opposite mine, she was wearing a base cap which kinda blocked her face, and I couldn’t see her face clearly.

Where the hell is Tasha? Why isn’t she here yet? Or could it be she’s hiding somewhere, and watching me from there?

“Gosh, I’m so thirsty” I whispered to myself, and opened my bottle water, I reached for a glass and poured some water, and finished it in one gulp.

“You’re finally here” the lady sitting across me said.

I frowned slightly.
Is she talking to me?

“You kept me waiting for thirty minutes” she said.

“Huh?”

That’s when she took off her base cap, and…

Wait, are my eyes deceiving me or something? Isn’t this another me? Or do I have a long lost, identical twin?

“You’re finally here” she repeated her words.

“Finally here?” I asked in total confusion. “Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me? And where’s Tasha? What game is she trying to play here?!” I asked seriously.

But she just laughed and shook her head.

“Calm down” she said. “You’ll soon understand this game perfectly well, I’ll take my time to explain it to you and make sure you understand every details”

Her voice… Even her voice sounded exactly like mine?
That’s when my eyes moved to her stomach and I gasped quietly… Even her stomach is as big and round as mine, she’s as heavily pregnant as me.

Is this some kind of a comedy show? Where are the cameras? I don’t wanna appear bad on tv.

“Do you like my surprise?” she asked.

“Surprise my @ss!”

Ok, I know I said I braced myself against whatever that’s coming my way, but I didn’t anticipated this at all… I never knew I’d be seeing a second me.

“What do you think about my new look?”

What is she talking about? New look? Who is she?
Then her saw her showing me a photo in her phone, and my mouth fell open as I finally understood what’s going on.

“You’re Tasha!” I growled.

“Hello, darling” she winked at me.

“How did you make yourself look heavily pregnant like me?” I asked in surprise.

“It looks real, right?” she laughed. “I had my stomach pump to make it look like a real pregnancy”

I frowned at her words, and glared at her. What’s wrong with her? Why would she wanna look like a pregnant woman?

“You have put in a lot of effort to look exactly like me, what’s gonna be your gain in doing all this?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want your life” she answered.

“Huh? You want my life?” I frowned deeply as fear gripped me.

Tasha kept smiling, and wouldn’t move his eyes away from my glass of water.

What does she mean? Is she planning on killing me?
Wait.. I looked down at my glass of water, and my mouth fell open again as it dawned on me -the water is poisoned.

But how was it poisoned? I ordered it myself, and I watched the waiter poured it in the glass.. or is the glass the problem?

Goodness!
I’ve been trying my best to be vigilant recently, yet I fell into her cheap trick, and now I’ll be in danger.

“Are you scared?” she mocked me.

“Scared of what? You?” I asked back, pretending to be strong, meanwhile I’m a jelly inside.

“Don’t worry, I don’t wanna kill you” she said.

My frown deepened.

“I just want you to watch how I’m gonna take your life away from you” she paused and laughed. “I’ll make sure I send you videos of how Duncan and I are gonna be fuçking everyday”

Anger overwhelmed me as my brain formated and I couldn’t think straight, I sprang up at once, and banged on the table.

“You… ”

But fell back on the chair as I suddenly felt dizzy, and my vision started blurring slowly.

“I’d advise you stop being angry, because the angrier you get, the faster the drug works” she said with a smirk.

I breathe heavily as I tried to contain my anger, but I couldn’t because I’m mad at everything; I’m mad at myself for not being vigilant enough, I’m mad at Duncan for not coming home and not calling to check up on me, I’m even mad at the fact that I met him, fell in love with him and married him, I’m more angry at the fact that my innocent son is getting dragged into his father’s mess.

“You..” I exhaled sharply. “You.. you won’t get.. away with this…” that’s what I could manage to say, before darkness consumed me.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Tasha scoffed as Rachel’s head dropped on the table in a loud bang, she shook her head and inhaled deeply.

“I once told you, Duncan’s mine!” she smiled.

Just then, a girl (she’s Tasha’s assistant) rushed towards them, and sat on an empty chair next to them.

“Ma’am, I just checked outside, her husband and friend just arrived, what should we do?” her assistant said.

“Call the waiter” Tasha replied.

“Huh?”

Her eyes flicked between Tasha and Rachel, she’s directly reminding her of the striking resemblance between them.

“Just call the waiter” Tasha repeated her words, her assistant nodded and called for the waiter.

Then reached for her base cap and wore it, before the waiter could reach their table, she pulled it down to block her face from the waiter’s view.

“How may I help you, ma’am?” the waiter asked the waiter.

Tasha coughed lightly to clear her throat.

“My friend is not feeling so good, and her doctor advised her to stay away from sunlight recently”

The waiter glanced at Rachel whose head was resting on Tasha’s assistant’s shoulder, her eyes were shut which confirmed Tasha’s words.

“Can you arrange a cab for my friend to take her home?” she asked in an extremely polite tone.

“Oh, yes”

“Uh, you know she must avoid sunlight”

“Yeah”

“Is there like an underground parking lot she could take?”

“Yes, yes” the waiter faced Tasha’s assistant. “Please come with me”

“Oh, thank you very much” Tasha thanked him.
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“It’s my pleasure” he replied as he helped Rachel up and carried her in his arms, then headed off somewhere and Tasha’s assistant rushed after him.

Tasha heaved a sigh of relief when they’re gone, she took off her base cap and smirked wickedly.

“Rachel? Rachel?” Fatima called as she and Mr Baldwin rushed into the restaurant.

Tasha looked towards their direction, and her smirk grew bigger.

“Time to be Mrs Baldwin!” she said to herself.

TO Be Continued

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FATIMA’S pov.

“Fuçk!”

I cursed loudly as I honked for the hundredth time, as though it’ll push all these cars out of my way and let me through.

“Why is there suddenly traffic at this godda.mn hour?!” I sighed in frustration.

I rested my head on the steering wheel with my eyes closed as I tried to find inner peace, which was obviously failing because cars behind mine kept honking too, and drivers wouldn’t stop yelling at each other.

“I should try again and see if I can reach Mr Baldwin”

With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Baldwin’s number, but I guess the reception was bad, and it couldn’t connect.

“What are you doing? Move it, girl!” a man yelled at me outside my window.

I frowned at him in confusion, but he gestured ahead of me and I followed his eyes, only to realize there are no more cars in front of me.

“Thanks, but fuçk ya” I gave him a middle finger. “I don’t like being yelled at!” I snapped at him, and drove off, leaving him with a priceless expression.

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Few Minutes Later<<

I was already driving down Rachel’s street, and I was just a few poles away from her mansion, when my phone suddenly started ringing.

I hope it’s Rachel calling, or I’m gonna snap at whoever is calling me at such an important hour. I reached for my phone, and saw Rachel’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Rachel, hold up…I’m just a few poles away…”

“Fatty” she interrupted me. “Meet me up at the address I’ll send to you” she said.

“Huh? You left the house?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah”

There was a brief pause from her, and I heard someone asking her a question in the background.

“I’ll send the address right now, make sure you call me when you get there” then she hang up.

I didn’t know what to do, but could only stare at my phone’s screen in a daze.

Like, why do these heavily pregnant women love taking risks? Why can’t they just wait patiently for their hero? Or is this a result of their pregnancy hormones?

I was about reversing, when I saw Mr Baldwin’s car drove into their compound, then I changed my mind -I better inform him about his wife’s whereabout, or he’ll blame me later if something goes wrong.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Nanny Pamela stepped out of Mr and Mrs Baldwin’s room, with a laundry basket filled with dirty clothes, she headed towards her own room to get some of her clothes too, but halted when she saw Mrs Jackson sneakily rushed to the kitchen with a plastic bag.

She dropped the laundry basket, and quickly rushed downstairs. Nanny Pamela made it to the kitchen in no time, but stopped by the door when she saw Mrs Jackson opening the fridge, and took out two bottles of milk.

A very deep frown appeared on her face, she couldn’t help, but wondered what Mrs Jackson’s trying to do.

Her frowned deepened even more, when Mrs Jackson pulled out a syringe from the plastic bag.

“Mrs Jackson?” she called, making her presence known and Mrs Jackson tensed, but didn’t turn around.

“Why did you take out the milk? You want to have some?” she asked, and entered the kitchen, but stood a few inches away from Mrs Jackson -behind her.

Mrs Jackson inhaled deeply, before she speak.

“I just want to check if it’s expired”

“Oh, they’re still good, because I just bought them yesterday” nanny Pamela replied.

Then she walked closer to Mrs Jackson, to check out what she’s doing, but she was met with the shock of her life, and she gasped loudly with her hand over her mouth when she confirmed Mrs Jackson was actually holding a syringe, and there’s some greenish liquid inside the syringe.

“What are you doing with this? Are you poisoning Rachel’s milk?”

“No, no, no” Mrs Jackson shook her head quickly in denial.

“No?” Nanny Pamela’s frown deepened. “Then what’s that inside the syringe?” she asked.

Mrs Jackson stayed silent for a moment as she tried to think of an excuse, but closed her eyes and inhaled deeply when she couldn’t come up with anything.

“There’s nothing to hide anymore” she said.

“What do you mean?”

Mrs Jackson dipped her hand in her apron and pulled out a pistol, then pointed it at Nanny Pamela, and she (nanny Pamela) staggered back cautiously as fear gripped her, and her eyes widened, showing just how scared she was.

“W-what, what are you doing with a gun?” nanny Pamela stuttered.

“Isn’t that a foolish question?” Mrs Jackson released a short, evil laugh. “I’m gonna kill you, because I can’t let you ruin my plan”

Nanny Pamela gulped nervously.

“Why do you want to hurt Rachel? She’s been so good to you, why do you want to repay her kindness with evil?”

“Kindness?” Mrs Jackson shook her head. “I don’t need her kindness, I just want her asshôle of a husband to give me what’s rightfully mine!”

“Who are you? What does Duncan owe you?”

Nanny Pamela narrowed her eyes as she thought of something, and her eyes widened even more when realization dawned on her.

“You’re her!” she gasped.

“Her?” Mrs Jackson raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s you! You killed my sister!”

Mrs Jackson laughed loudly at nanny Pamela’s words, then nodded and kissed her pistol.

“Bingo! We’ve got a winner in the house!” she smirked. “Now I’m gonna help you reunite with your beloved sister, and I’ll retrieve what’s rightfully mine”

“Rightfully yours? What’s that if I may ask? Ferrari’s wealth?” Nanny Pamela shook her head. “Ferrari was never a rich man, my sister made him who he is today, and my sister owns him and everything he’s got”

“You… ”

Just then, the door burst open and Mr Baldwin barged in, with Lucas closely behind him.

“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel” he called loudly as he rushed towards the staircase. “My heartbeat!”

Mrs Jackson quickly grabbed nanny Pamela’s neck in a tight grip, placed her gun on her (nanny Pamela) temple, and started walking towards the living room.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here” Mrs Jackson said as she approached Mr Baldwin.

Mr Baldwin halted abruptly, he turned around and his eyes darkened when they landed on Mrs Jackson, he quickly reached for his gun in his back pocket, and aimed it at her.

Mrs Jackson stared at the gun, and chuckled dryly.

“Wanna shoot me?” she chuckled again. “How about I shoot her first?”

Then she pressed her pistol against nanny Pamela’s temple, and she (nanny Pamela) shut her eyes as her lips quivered in fear, and she whimpered quietly but she tried her best to comport herself.

“Don’t you dare hurt my nanny!” he growled.

Mrs Jackson simply laughed which earned her a glare from him, he tilted his head slightly and gestured Lucas to search the mansion for his wife, then he turned back to Mrs Jackson.

“Du-duncan..”

Nanny Pamela managed to stuttered out, since Mrs Jackson’s grip on her neck is very tight.

“.. Rachel isn’t here..” she was cut off as Mrs Jackson hit her chin very hard, then grabbed her neck again -tighter than before.

“Just shut up, or I’ll send some bullets in your head and your brains will go….puff!”

Mr Baldwin cocked his gun, and was ready to shoot Mrs Jackson but she laughed loudly.

“I have a suggestion, how about we play a game let’s see who’s faster in pulling the trigger?”

Her finger was already on the trigger by now, and she’s ready to fire any second.

“Wanna try this game with me? Huh?”

Mr Baldwin clenched his jaw as he glared maliciously at her gun, he hated being challenged and Mrs Jackson just did that, he’d have agreed but the bait is someone he couldn’t afford to gamble -his aunt.

He already lost his mother, his aunt is the only family he has left, and he doesn’t wanna gamble with her life.

“Sir, we couldn’t find your wife anywhere in the house” Lucas reported.

Mr Baldwin glared at Mrs Jackson, his grip on his gun tightened and an unknown fear gripped him at once, but he quickly comported himself and hide his emotion.
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“Where are you hiding my wife? What have you done to her?!” he growled at her.

“I don’t know where your stupid wife is” she shrugged nonchalantly.

Mr Baldwin narrowed his eyes, and clenched his jaw to hold back his fear.

“I’m your target, release my wife this instant, or…” he cocked his gun again. “.. I’m gonna kill you!”

Mrs Jackson frowned slightly, then burst into fits of laughter and shook her head.

“Kill me, I have nothing to lose, but you…” she trailed off and tightened her grip around nanny Pamela’s neck. “.. you’ll lose your wife, unborn child, and your aunt”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

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“Try me then” she replied with a smug expression.

He glared murderously at her for a moment, he felt a strong urge to kill her, but he doesn’t wanna risk losing his family in one day.

“Drop your gun, and let me walk out the door in one piece, or she’ll die!”

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Mr Baldwin gave him an impatient look, and urged him to continue his words.

“Why aren’t you going home, sir?” Lucas asked. “You’ve been missing your wife everyday, and wouldn’t stop trying to reach her on phone, why don’t you go home and take a look for yourself?”

Mr Baldwin shoved his hands in his pockets, walked towards the window, and heaved a deep sigh as he looked outside at his men who were training in the training ground.

“I can’t go home yet” he said. “My wife wants me to settle scores with my enemy, and I won’t go back home until I succeed”

Then there’s a moment of silence, neither Lucas nor Mr Baldwin said anything, but Mr Baldwin soon broke the silence with a question.

“I asked you to investigate Asher’s mother, any results yet?” he asked.

“Yes, sir”

He raised his eyebrows at Lucas to proceed.

“Our men has found out her hideout, but she hasn’t been seen around there lately, and I ordered our men to find out what she’s up to recently”

“Hm” Mr Baldwin hummed.

“And we found out she’s someone we’ve known all along” Lucas paused briefly. “She’s been living in your mansion”

Mr Baldwin frowned deeply at Lucas’ words, as he tried to figure out where Asher’s mom has been hiding in his mansion, without his knowledge.

“What do you mean?” he asked, when he couldn’t figure it out.

“Asher’s mom is the enemy we’ve been looking for, the mistress with whom your father cheated on your mother, and she’s…” Lucas cleared his throat mid-sentence. “…Mrs Jackson!” he dropped the bombshell.

Mr Baldwin snapped his head towards him (Lucas) at once, with a shocked expression.

“What?!” he growled lowly.

“Yes, sir, here’s her profile” Lucas said and stretched out a file.

Mr Baldwin opened the file and stared at it with his eyes narrowed in anger.

“Are you sure of this?” he asked, finding it hard to believe what he’s seeing.

“Yes, sir”

Lucas reached for his briefcase and pulled out some photos and handed them to Mr Baldwin too.

“We scouted Mr Ferrari’s home yesterday and saw these photos”

Mr Baldwin’s grip on the photos tightened when his eyes landed on a particular photo, it’s a photo of Mr Ferrari and Mr Baldwin’s mother, it’s a group wedding photo and from their attire one could tell it’s their wedding, they were even hugging each other, but Mr Ferrari’s eyes were on another woman who in turn was glaring at Mr Baldwin’s mother.

Taking a closer look, Mr Baldwin realized the woman was Mrs Jackson, and great anger pumped through his veins.

“Mr Ferrari woke up last night and confirmed this himself, he said she’s your mother’s murderer” Lucas said.

Mr Baldwin smashed the photos on the ground, and stomped on them.

“That b@stard had never love or been faithful to my mother!” he roared. “He contributed to my mother’s death!”

Then Mr Baldwin tensed when something suddenly crossed his mind, and blood drained off his face as his eyes widened in fear.

“My family” he muttered under his breath.

“Your family?” Lucas sounded confused, he doesn’t seem to understand what Mr Baldwin’s trying to say.

“My family’s in grave danger!” he growled.

He threw the file at Lucas, and ran towards the door as though his life depended on it, Lucas dropped his briefcase on the table and quickly rushed after his boss.

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Why isn’t Fatima here yet? Why is she taking so long to get here?

My phone started ringing, and I reached for it on the bedside table. I checked the caller’s ID, but realized it’s an unknown number.

“Hello?” I answered the call.

“Mrs Baldwin” a familiar, female voice said from the other side, which made me frown.

Mrs Baldwin? Nobody knows I’m married to Duncan Baldwin, who could this person be? How did she know I’m Duncan’s wife?

“Who is this?” I asked.

“Who is this?” she asked me back. “It’s been just a few months, and you can’t even recognize my voice anymore?”

I frowned.
Don’t tell me this is who I’m thinking it is.

“How did you enjoy your pizza?”

Of course, it’s her… Tasha Wood!

“What do you want, Tasha?”

I heard a sigh from her.

“Listen, Rachel” there’s a very short pause. “I know I’ve been unfair to you, and you might not believe me but trust me, I wanna help you”

Help me? Tasha Wood wanna help me? Or are my ears not working fine now?

“I know who Duncan’s enemy is, and I know a lot of things about her, but you must meet up with me before I tell you anything else”

“You know who Duncan’s enemy is?”

“Yeah”

“Oh” I raised my brows. “Then why can’t you tell me now? Why must we meet up?” I asked suspiciously.

“You’re waiting for your best friend to come, right?”

I didn’t reply her, because I was wondering how she managed to know I’m actually waiting for Fatima.

“Trust me, your friend won’t survive a day with her, she’s ruthless and your friend isn’t safe with her”

“Who’s she?” I asked.

“I’ll send you an address, come over if you wanna know more about her, and most importantly, if you wanna save your friend” with that she hanged.

Isn’t Tasha just bluffing me? Fatima’s a trained mafia lady, she can’t be kidnapped so easily, right?

My eyes moved to the wall clock, it’s already 2pm and Fatima isn’t here yet, and I called her almost one hour ago -could it be Tasha’s right?

I found myself subconsciously dialing Fatima’s number, her phone started ringing but she didn’t pick up, until it went to voicemail.

I tried a few more times, but each of my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t help but fear for Fatima’s life.

What’s going on? How did they managed to kidnap someone as strong as Fatima?

Maybe I should call Duncan, but then I remembered I can’t get through to him via phone.

Hmm, it seems like it’s left for me to trust Tasha.

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RACHEL’S pov

Baldwin’s Mansion, Days Later<<

It’s been almost a week since my husband last came home, five days to be precised, he still haven’t picked any of my calls, and he doesn’t even call me back when he saw my missed calls -I doubt he sees them at all.

I have stopped calling him three days ago, and resorted to calling Lucas but he kept on giving me the same excuse over and over again.

What kind of work has kept Duncan so busy that he’d forget his family? Why can’t I help the feeling that he’s avoiding me? But why would he be avoiding me?

Or has he has done something against my wish, because he only stays away from home when he’s gone against my wish.

It’s been almost a week too since I last saw Fatima, though we’ve been talking on phone and she assured me that she’s fine, but I feel like she’s not.

“Rachel, there’s a delivery for you” nanny Pamela shouted from the living room.

“Coming” I answered.

I pushed my cream aside, snatched my towel and wrapped it around my chest, then rushed downstairs to claim my delivery.

“Oh my goodness!” Nanny Pamela exclaimed when she saw me. “You’re sick but wouldn’t stop running around barefooted, and in nothing but your towel”

I looked down at my feet and realized I wasn’t wearing any footwear.

“Do you intend on being sick until you’re due?!” she asked in a scolding tone.

I shook my head, and mentally rolled my eyeballs when I saw Mrs Jackson glaring maliciously at me.

Right, I’ve been pretending to be sick since I refused to drink her milk, and I haven’t eaten anything cooked by her -in fact, I don’t eat anything that’s cooked in this mansion anymore, wether it’s cooked by her or nanny Pamela.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t trust my mother-in-law (nanny Pamela), I’m just being cautious and careful of the people around me -my husband isn’t around to protect me, so I’ve got to be smart for my son.

Honestly, I’m scared, very scared of staying in this big mansion alone, with devilish Mrs Jackson and powerless nanny Pamela

What’s gonna happen to me and my son if Mrs Jackson finally decide to strike openly?

It’s so sad that my husband isn’t always around every and any time I need him, he dragged me into this mess and decided to turn his back on me -I mentally sighed.

Maybe I’ll take matters into my hands, and investigate Mrs Jackson by myself.

“Rachel!” Nanny Pamela spanked my @ss softly, to get my attention.

“Yeah?”

“I said you should get your delivery and hurry back to your room, and change into some warm clothes!” she ordered.

“Yes, nanny” I answered, and averted my gaze from Mrs Jackson, then rushed towards the door.

“Hello, Mrs Baldwin” the delivery man greeted me immediately I opened the door.

“Hello, Mathias” I replied him with a polite smile.

As usual Jeb (our security man) was standing two feet away from us, he’s observing Mathias as though this was the first time he’s seeing him (Mathias).

“Here’s your pizza” he said.

“Oh, thank you” I reached for it. “I’ve been starving” I reached for some notes in my small purse and paid him.

Jeb’s eyes narrowed at a spot on the pizza pack, but I subconsciously hide it away from him and rushed back in.

“See Mathias out” I told Jeb as I rushed inside.

    >><<

“Time to enjoy my pizza” I said as I made it back to our room.

I lounged on a sofa in the sitting area in our room, dropped the pizza on the table and opened it, but I was taken aback by a piece of paper I saw inside.

I reached for it and was about discarding it, but the first sentence on it shocked me and I opened it with a frown.

‘Rachel, I know who your husband’s enemy is, I know very well who he’s been looking for all these years, just come to me and I’ll tell you everything you need to know, call the number below when you’re ready -Tasha Wood’

Tasha knows who Duncan’s enemy is? Is she trying to pull a prank on me, or what? How can she know who Duncan’s enemy is while he’s been searching fruitlessly for years?

What should I do now? Should I trust her words? Should I call her for more enquiry? Or maybe I should call Duncan first and inform him about this?

Yes, I should call Duncan first.

I quickly reached for my phone, and dialed Duncan’s number, but groaned frustratingly when it went straight to voicemail.

“What should I do now?” I thought out loud. “Who should I call?”

Then Fatima’s number crossed my mind, and I quickly dialed it, thankfully, she picked up after a few rings.

“Heyyyy, babygirl” she hyped me.

I rolled my eyeballs.

“I need your help, Fatty” I told her, going straight to the point.

“Oh, ok”

“I’ve been trying to reach Duncan via phone call but couldn’t, can you call him and tell him our home isn’t safe for me anymore?”

“What?!” I could imagine her frowning right now. “What’s going on?”

I shook my head, but remembered she can’t see me.

“Mrs Jackson tried to force me into drinking a poisoned milk five days ago, and I just received a weird note from Tasha” I paused and released a shaky breath. “I’m scared, Fatty”

My eyes landed on I and Duncan’s old wedding photo, and tears brimmed my eyes which I tried my best to hold back.

It hurts when the one you love so dearly, isn’t there for you when you needed him most, I’m trying to understand and accept Duncan, but he keeps on making the same mistake everytime.

“Rachel?”

“I’m scared, Fatty, I’m feeling so lonely and tired of everything” I said. “I don’t even know where my husband is at the moment, and there are a lot of things I wanna tell him” I sighed. “Please call him and tell him I’m no longer safe here, he needs to come back home right away”

“I’ll call him, and don’t do anything stupid, I’ll be there in twenty” she said and hang up.

I tossed my phone on the table, threw my head back and massaged my temples softly.

“Why can’t we just be like normal couples? Why can’t we enjoy our marriage without all these troubles?!” I questioned myself.

       >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Black-Knight’s Base, LA<<

Mr Baldwin’s phone buzzed on the desk which caught his attention, he glared at the screen and saw Fatima’s name flashing on it, but turned off his phone, and focused his attention on the file he was reading.

After a few seconds, the buzz died down and he reached for his phone, and dialed his wife’s number, but suddenly frowned deeply.

“Why can’t I get through to her every fuçking time?!” he growled and tossed his phone back on the table.

He leaned back on his swivel chair, threw his head back and began massaging his forehead frustratingly.

“Voicemail every goddamn time!” he grumbled.

Just then there’s a knock on the door, and he ushered whoever’s standing outside in.
The door pushed open, and Lucas walked in.

“Sir” Lucas bowed respectfully.

Mr Baldwin sprang up at once and rushed round the table to him.

“How’s my family? Is everything ok at home?” he asked anxiously.

“Uh… ”

“Uh?”

Lucas cleared his throat.

“According to Mrs Baldwin’s secret guards, she’s been doing fine and has always stayed at home lately, but… ” he trailed off.

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But the snitch balled his fist to suppress his pains and folded his lips in his mouth as he remained lip tight, and only glared at Mr Baldwin in return.

“I have a million ways to make you speak”

Mr Baldwin looked directly in the snitch’s eyes, and pushed the dagger an inch deeper.

“It’s only an inch away from your heart” Mr Baldwin smirked as the snitch’s face contorted in fear. “But I’m not gonna pierce your heart yet, I’m gonna slowly torture you and make you wish for death”

The snitch shook his head in fear, his arrogant demeanor was gone in a second, and he stared pleadingly at Mr Baldwin.

“Of course, I can give you an easy death but unfortunately, you’re being stubborn and I can only turn you into my punching bag!”

“No, no, no… arghhhh!” his pleas were cut off when Mr Baldwin landed a punch on his face, his lips precisely, making his lower lip split in two and blood flowed down his chest.

“I don’t wanna waste my time on you, just tell me who the fuçk your boss is!”

The snitch shook his head.

“I don’t know”

Mr Baldwin frowned.

“You don’t know?”

The snitch shook his head again.

“I only receive orders via a cellphone, I haven’t seen her face and… ”

Another punch landed on his face, and cut him off.

“B@stard!” Mr Baldwin growled. “What did she offered you that made you betrayed me?” he grabbed the snitch’s jaw. “What did the bitçh offered you?!”

“No, nothing… ”

Another punch landed on him, but on his stomach this time.

“Nothing?!” Mr Baldwin growled.

The snitch coughed a few seconds, and spat some blood on the floor.

“She abducted my sister, and sent me a photo of her chopped off fingers”

“Bloody fool!” Mr Baldwin growled in his face and glared nastily at him. “And you thinking betraying me would save your sister?!”

He wanted to throw another punch at the snitch, but stopped midway and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What did you always put in Ferrari’s drip?”

The snitch shook his head.

“Stop shaking your head and answer the goddamn question!”

“I don’t know what exactly it is, but it’s something that doesn’t allow him to wake up” the snitch answered.

Mr Baldwin glared at him for a moment, then shook his head unbelievably and turned away from the snitch.

“I’ll kill you, but first, I’ll rescue your sister and make sure you see her before you die” he faced Lucas. “Your men can have fun with him, but make sure they keep him alive!” with that he headed out.

    >><<

An anonymous hospital<<

People watched Tasha Wood as she catwalk behind a nurse towards an elevator, they wouldn’t stop gushing over her, and snapping photos of her, but she doesn’t seem to care.

She flipped her hair back, held her head high and continued walking confidently until they stopped in front of the elevator.

The elevator doors open and three people stepped out, then Tasha and the nurse stepped in. The nurse pressed a button, and the doors closed, then it started moving.

   >>Few minutes Later<<

After what seem like a long, torturous elevator ride to Tasha, the elevator finally stopped and they stepped out.

“Doctor’s Roberts’ office is just up ahead” the nurse said.

“Then lead the way or get lost” she snapped at the nurse. “I know the way already”

The nurse nodded and led the way.
They passed five offices and finally stopped at the sixth office.

“Doctor Robert is inside” she said and gestured Tasha to go in with a polite smile, then left after Tasha walked in.

Tasha’s eyes glanced around as she entered the office, but quickly walked towards the chair in front of doctor Robert’s table, when he cleared his throat.

“Wow, you’ve become even more beautiful than the last time we saw each other” doctor Roberts complimented her as he gestured her to sit down.

“I’m a natural beauty” she boasted pridefully.

Doctor Roberts simply scoffed, but said nothing in disagreement.

“What’s the meaning of that?” Tasha banged on the table as she narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I’m bluffing?”

“Of course, not”

Tasha narrowed her eyes for a moment, then cleared her throat and reached for a photo in her bag.

“Here” she slammed the photo on the table, and pushed it towards him. “I came here for real business” she stated.

“Real business” he smirked. “Ooh, I love the sound of that” he said.

He reached for the photo and stared at it with a confused frown, then gave Tasha a questioning look.

“What’s the meaning of this? Whose photo is this?” he asked.

Tasha flipped her hair back, and stuck a few strands behind her ear as she leaned back on the chair.

“It’s none of your business who owns the photo, I just want all that” she said.

“Huh?” he asked, sounding even more confused as he stared back at the photo. “You want this?”

“Yes” she answered firmly. “I wanna look exactly like her, both in shape and voice, I wanna have everything she has!”

He frowned.

“You want even her shape?”

“Yes”

“But she’s a pregnant woman” he pointed at a particular spot in the photo.

She nodded.

“Giving you her shape wouldn’t be easy…”

“It’s very easy” she interrupted him.

“How?” he raised his eyebrows questioningly at her.

She leaned forward, placed her hands on the table and looked directly in his eyes.

“Just make me pregnant” she said.

“What?!” he exclaimed and dropped the photo at once, as though he was just struck by a lightening, but Tasha smirked in return.

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Tasha Wood’s car was parked at a safe distance as she watched Mrs Jackson walked out empty-handed, there was a smirk on her (Tasha’s) lips, which later wiped off and was replaced with a frown.

“She’s taking actions that would benefit her, then what about me? What’s gonna be my gain in our collaboration?” she wondered aloud.

Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to have come to a realization.

“I must do something for myself, I’ll be the one losing after everything, because it doesn’t look like she’s thinking about my interest in all this”

She reached for her phone and dialed a number, then waited for a few seconds until someone picked up at the other end.

“Miss Wood?”

Tasha smiled, more like smirked.

“Doctor Roberts, I have a very important job for you tomorrow”

“Oh? You’ve got a job for me after such a long time?”

“Yes” she answered. “I’ll drop by your office to discuss the details tomorrow” she said and hanged up.

Her eyes were fixed on the Baldwin’s Mansion for some time, then she burst into a series of laughter.

“Rachel, you wouldn’t know what hit by the time I’m done with you!” she promised.

   >><<

The Next Morning<<

“Fuçk!” Mr Baldwin groaned as he woke up.

He crawled towards the edge of the bed, and sat with his legs touching the floor as he massaged his forehead gently.

“Good morning, sir” Lucas greeted him with a bow immediately he walked in.

His eyes scanned the room, and he released a sigh when he saw how Mr Baldwin had turned everything upside down.

Mr Baldwin had refused to go straight to bed last night, he insisted on drinking more to help him calm down, but looking at his room’s current condition, it’s obvious he wasn’t able to calm down at all.

“Hm” Mr Baldwin simply hummed, as he continued massaging his forehead.

“Here, sir” Lucas stretched a glass of water, and aspirin to him. “It’s gonna help with the hangover” he said.

Mr Baldwin nodded, and collected them, and gulped the aspirin down quickly, then shut his eyes and sighed deeply.

He got up and headed towards the bathroom, unbuckling his belt along the way.

“Any news from Ferrari?” he asked.

“Yes, sir”

“Hm-mm?”

“We’ve caught the man in black coverall that always sneaked into Mr Ferrari’s ward last night, and I found out he’s one of our men” Lucas reported, which made Mr Baldwin halt abruptly.

He balled his fists and narrowed his eyes as his jaw clenched tightly, showing how angry he was.

“Have he been interrogated?”

“Not yet, sir, we’re waiting for your orders”

“I’ll make that motherfuçker regret ever betraying me!” he growled lowly and stormed into the bathroom, closing the door in a loud bang.

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA -08:11am<<

“I still haven’t discussed with my husband yet” I said as I carefully, and slowly walked down the stairs.

“Oh, ok” Jacinta replied in a very low tone. “I should hang up then, I have stuffs to do”

“Hm” I hummed and hanged up the phone.

I stopped abruptly immediately I took the last step, and narrowed my eyes at Mrs Jackson as she was pouring some milk in a glass.

Isn’t that the milk from last night?
I thought I threw it in the waste-bin last night, or are my eyes deceiving me? And why do I keep on having this uneasy feeling everytime I look at the milk?

“Oh, Rachel” nanny Pamela’s voice pulled me out of my thought. “You’re awake” she said.

That was when Mrs Jackson noticed my presence, and turned to me with a smile which I think is very fake -that’s strange.

“Come on, Rachel” she walked towards me. “I cooked your favorite this morning” she said while ushering me to the table.

Honestly, I don’t know if it’s just me being paranoid, but I’m starting to see through her; like I can see her fake smile now. I just need Duncan to investigate her, and confirm my doubts.

“Why are you frowning? Are you ok?” Nanny Pamela asked immediately we made it to the dinning table.

I quickly put on my own fake smile, and sat on the chair Mrs Jackson pulled out for me.

“I’m fine, nanny” I answered, and looked around the table. “I’m just feeling a little nauseous since I woke up”

Nanny Pamela frowned slightly at my words, she leaned forward and felt my temperature.

“Your temperature is fine” her frown deepened. “Then what could be the problem?”

I was about saying something, before Mrs Jackson dropped the glass of milk she’s poured earlier in front of me.

“Here” she gestured at the milk. “Have some warm milk and you’ll be fine” she said.

Nanny Pamela nodded in agreement and poured herself a glass of milk too, I reluctantly reached for the milk but didn’t drink it immediately, I waited until nanny Pamela drank hers and waited a few seconds for any reaction, but there was none -she looked fine.

Why is she fine after drinking the milk? Isn’t this the same milk from last night? Or could it be I was overthinking things?

“Rachel, your milk is getting cold” Mrs Jackson reminded me.

I sighed and brought the glass closer to my mouth, but halted abruptly as a thought crossed my mind.

Could it be nanny Pamela wasn’t affected because she isn’t pregnant? Could it be whatever Mrs Jackson added to this milk is only harmful to pregnant women?

“Rachel?” she called me again, and gestured to the milk again.

She wouldn’t urge me to drink the milk if it wasn’t poisoned, right?
I must play smart here, or my baby and I would be in danger.

“Are you ok, Rachel?” it was nanny Pamela that questioned me this time. “You’ve been spacing out” she added.

I put on a fake smile, but made sure Mrs Jackson wouldn’t see through it, and shook my head.

“I’m fine, I was just thinking if I should go shopping for baby’s clothes today, or not”

“Oh”

I lifted my hand, brought it closer to my mouth but purposely let the milk slip off my hand, and pretentiously gasped loudly -it’s a lame excuse, but I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment.

“Oh my God!” I exclamation loudly as though I was shocked. “What did I do?!” I blamed myself.

Mrs Jackson reached for a napkin, and quickly dabbed the spilled milk off the table.

“Don’t beat yourself, Rachel, I’ll pour you another glass” she said, and poured me another glass.

I accepted it with a smile, then pretended to take a large gulp and stored some milk in my mouth.

I waited for ten seconds or so, then sprang up my chair and rushed upstairs towards I and Duncan’s room, with my hand over my mouth as though I’m trying to stop myself from vomiting.

“Rachel, are you ok?” Nanny Pamela asked in a worried tone, but I only shook my head at her since I couldn’t speak.

I took the steps two at a time, but was careful not to slip and fall. I made it to our room, rushed in and slammed the door shut, then locked it from inside.

I rushed to the bathroom, spat out the milk in my mouth and rinsed my mouth with some water, then sighed deeply.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked towards our bed, I sat on it and reached for my phone. I dialed Duncan’s number, but as usual, it went straight to voicemail.

It wasn’t up to two minutes, then I heard nanny Pamela and Mrs Jackson talking outside my door, nanny Pamela sounded genuinely worried if I’m fine, but Mrs Jackson was trying to convince her that I’ll be ok after some rest.

I must be wary of Mrs Jackson, she must be working with Duncan’s enemy. I know it’s just my assumption, but what could be her reason for working for Duncan’s enemy?

If only I can get through to Duncan right now!

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Black-Knight’s Base<<

“Argh!” A groan was heard as Mr Baldwin stabbed his dagger on the snitch’s chest, and twisted it inside for a few seconds, making blood pour out of the wound -some blood even sprayed on Mr Baldwin’s face, but he cared less.

“Who’s your boss? Who are you really working for?!” Mr Baldwin asked again as he pushed the dagger deeper in his chest.

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Mr Baldwin’s face contorted in disgust as he shook his head.

“No” he answered. “I know my wife’s character, she’d never cheat on me, especially with that scumbag!”

Lucas’ eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Then why did you stormed out after killing Asher?” he asked. “I thought you believed what he said”

Mr Baldwin shook his head again.

“I was just mad about what he said, and couldn’t help being mad at myself too” he paused briefly. “He wouldn’t have said that if my wife didn’t live in his house, and I’m mad at myself because my wife wouldn’t have met him if she didn’t left home because of me”

“Oh”

“Hm” Mr Baldwin hummed, then another silence fell on them but just like the first time, Lucas broke it.

“Where are we heading, sir? Are we going back home?”

“Home.. ” Mr Baldwin trailed off. “I don’t wanna go home yet, take me to one of my other houses”

“Yes, sir”

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

My eyes moved towards the wall clock again for the hundredth time, and a tired sigh left my mouth.

It’s almost 9pm, and it’s been eleven hours since Duncan left home, but he still hasn’t come back yet, neither was he picking any of my calls too -and me being a good wife, couldn’t help but worry about his safety.

Even Mrs Jackson who went to take care of her niece since morning is yet to come back, hence nanny Pamela is the one cooking dinner right now, rendering me lonely as I sat on a sofa in the living room, and staring absentmindedly at the tv.

I quickly reached for my phone on the table as my ringtone “she’s back” by westlife, blared loudly in the air.

A smile crept up my face when I saw Lucas’ name flashing on the screen, and I quickly answered it.

“Hello, Lucas”

“Uh, Mrs Baldwin…”

“Where’s Duncan?” I interrupted him. “Is he with you? Why isn’t he picking my calls?”

I heard Lucas cough lightly.

“Mr Baldwin is in a meeting, and I don’t know when the meeting is gonna be over”

My eyes moved to the wall clock again, and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as I wondered if Lucas is lying to me; I mean, meeting? At such a late hour? Are they having this meeting with ghosts?

“Mrs Baldwin?”

“Huh?”

“I said I can’t interrupt the meeting, or Mr Baldwin would cut my pay”

I sighed.

“Ok, tell him I’m waiting for him, because I… ”

“I don’t think you should wait for him”

I frowned.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

There was a brief silence from his side.

“Uh, he might not come home tonight”

Huh? He might not come home tonight?

“They seems to be having a serious conversation” he explained.

“Oh, I.. I.. there’s something important I wanted to talk to him about” I inhaled deeply. “But it’s fine, I guess I’d just wait until tomorrow”

Right at that moment, I heard the sound of the door pushing open, and my head quickly snapped towards there, only to see Mrs Jackson walked in with a black plastic bag in her hand.

“Alright, I’ve got to go, have a good night”

“You too, Mrs Baldwin” Lucas said, and hanged up.

Mrs Jackson approached me with an apologetic smile on her face, she dropped the plastic bag on the table and sat on a sofa next to mine.

“I thought you’d just stay until tomorrow, and come back to work tomorrow” I said.

“Yes, I wanted to, but then I remembered I didn’t inform you I’ll be taking the whole day off”

“Oh”

“Hmm” she hummed as she opened the plastic bag, and pulled out a bottle of milk. “I’ll go back home tonight, but I just wanna drop this milk here because I don’t have a fridge in my house, so the milk might go bad if I take it home and bring it tomorrow” she said.

My eyebrows furrowed instantly as I was a bit confused by her explanation, she knows I don’t like milk that much, then why did she buy it?

“I took my niece to the hospital earlier, and overheard a doctor recommending a pregnant woman to drink milk, he said it’s good for babies health and it helps them to grow strong” she explained.

“Oh” I reached for the bottle of milk and stared at it. “Thank you, Mrs Jackson”

I thanked her, and she smiled back at me in response.

“But unfortunately, I don’t like milk, I always feel nauseous everytime I drink milk, and I’m sure it’s gonna be even worse now that I’m pregnant”

She eyed me briefly.

“You’re not alone right now, you should start learning to prioritize your baby” her gaze averted to the milk in my hands. “Your baby’s health is what matters most, so you have no choice but to drink it” she said sternly.

I sighed and nodded stiffly.

“Good” she got up. “I should be on my way, you should drink some milk tonight”

I looked at the milk.

“Hm” I hummed.

I wanted to get up and walk her to the door, but she stopped me and made me sit back on the sofa.

“Don’t forget to drink the milk tonight” she said, and walked towards the door.

My eyebrows furrowed instantly as I watched her leave, and there’s only one question on my mind; Why is she constantly reminding me to drink the milk? Did she poison the milk, or something?

Maybe I’m just being paranoid, or I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling, but I’ve been suspicious of her ever since Jacinta showed me that photo of her.

I’ve been wondering, and trying to figure out how she’s connected to Mike, and what business they have together.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

At a random Bar, LA<<

Mr Baldwin sat on a chair at a dark corner, there were bottles of beers on the table; some still had drinks in them, and others were already empty.

“Grrrrr” he groaned drunkenly when he realized his cigarette has burnt out.

He reached for the packet of cigarettes on the table, knocking out a bottle of beer in the process, and he released another groan when the bottle crashed, but he made no attempt to check it out.

He pulled out a stick of cigarettes and shoved it in-between his lips, then made attempt to light it and that’s when he realized his lighter was missing.

After searching around the table for a few seconds without finding it, he banged on the table and caught a few people’s attention.

“Did anyone see my lighter?” he asked.

No one answered him since they didn’t know where his lighter is, they waved him off and turned back to whatever they were doing.

Being ignored is something Mr Baldwin hated most, and these people just did that which made him flare up, and he flipped the table making every content on it fall and crash.

Everyone’s attention turned to him again, and this time many flee from their tables in order to avoid getting pierced by shards of the broken bottles that’s flying everywhere.

“What’s wrong with you?!” A man shouted at him.

He faced the man with an offended glare, just when he was about turning away from the man, his eyes caught the lighter and wallet on the man’s table.

His already dark eyes darkened even more, he balled his fist and narrowed his eyes as he approached the man.

Those who were standing near the man flee, before Mr Baldwin would reach there since they’ve observed Mr Baldwin and concluded that none of them would win a fight with him -he’s looking so murderous at the moment.

He stopped in front of the man, and grabbed him by the collar, then looked directly in the man’s eyes.

“You dare steal from me? Do you have a death wish? Huh?!” he growled lowly, as though he’s trying to contain his anger.

“I stole nothing from you” the man denied.

Mr Baldwin’s eyes moved to his wallet and lighter on the man’s table, then he scoffed.

“Don’t take me for a drunk” he hiccuped. “Yes, I’m drunk, but I always recognize my properties!”

He pointed at his wallet and lighter.

“Those are mine, why did you steal them?”

The man snatched the wallet from the table, and waved it in front of Mr Baldwin’s eyes.

“This is mine, I…”

Mr Baldwin let go of him, snatched the wallet from him and landed a punch on his face.

“Bloody liar!” he said, and staggered back slightly.

He opened the wallet and pulled out a photo, then showed it to everyone.

“This is me and my wife’s wedding photo” then he turned back to the man. “Did you buy me and my wife’s wedding photo from the photographer, and decided to put it in your wallet?”

The man looked around in embarrassment since everyone’s giving him nasty looks, he’s speechless and had nothing to say to defend himself.

“You bloody fool, you made a mistake stealing from me” Mr Baldwin sneered.

“I.. I… ”

Mr Baldwin grabbed the man’s shoulder, pulled him close and started throwing punches at his face -especially his nose and eyes area.

He’d pick a nearby bottle and throw it at anyone that tries to stop him as he punched the man’s face, and kicked his stomach, he gave the man no chance to fight back.

“You wanna steal from me?!” Punch. “You have a death wish, and I’ll grant your wish right here!” punch and kick.

He continued punching and kicking the man for a moment, the man has been badly beaten and had almost lost consciousness before Lucas and two of their men rushed in, and forcibly pulled Mr Baldwin away.

“Let me go!” he tried to fight off his men, but they held him down with every ounce of strength they have. “He has a death wish, and I wanna grant his wish!”

Lucas took a second look at the man and released a sigh.

“Escort boss back to the car, I’ll settle things here” he ordered the men.

“Yes, sir” with that they started dragging Mr Baldwin outside.

Lucas looked around at the mess his boss has caused, then his mouth and cleared his throat.

“Who’s the manager here?” he asked no one in particular.

But a man timidly stepped forward, he’s been hiding behind a table and watched the fight from there.

“I’m the manager” he said.

“I’m very sorry about my boss’ behavior, he was already in a bad mode before he came here and….”

“Oh, it’s fine” the manager cut in with a forced smile. “We’re running a bar here, and it’s inevitable that customers would fight sometimes”

Lucas nodded. He reached for Mr Baldwin’s wallet that had fallen on the ground during the fight, and pulled out Mr Baldwin’s chequebook, then teared out a cheque.

“Then estimate the cost for the damage, and fill in the numbers on here” he said as he handed the cheque to the manager.

“A blank cheque?” the manager asked.

Lucas eyed at him briefly.

“Yes, but I believe it’s not gonna cost more than a million dollars” he said.

“Huh?”

“You aren’t allowed to play tricks on us, or…” he trailed off and stared at the badly beaten and half conscious man. “…what happened to him would happen to you too, and you might not be as lucky as him to survive” with that Lucas walked out of the bar.

    >><<

“Sir, we’ve taken care of Asher’s body” Lucas reported as he took a turn. “But… ” he trailed off.

“But what?” Mr Baldwin asked in a slurred voice.

He reached for the bottle of water which Lucas had handed to him earlier, then popped the cover open and took large gulps.

“Mrs Baldwin has been calling your phone non-stop, are you gonna answer it?”

Lucas tilted his head slightly, and threw Mr Baldwin’s phone at him, as if to confirm Lucas’ words, Mr Baldwin’s phone started ringing again, and true to his words, Mrs Baldwin’s name was flashing on the screen.

Mr Baldwin picked his phone and turned it off, then leaned against the window as he massaged his forehead.

“Mrs Baldwin might have something very urgent to tell you since she’s been constantly calling your phone, aren’t you gonna… ”

“Shut up, and drive!” Mr Baldwin snapped at him.

“Yes, sir” Lucas replied then focused on driving, and silence fell on them.

But the silence was a very brief one, because Lucas broke it by clearing his throat every now and then.

“Quit clearing your throat and spit it out!”

Lucas grinned before speaking.

“Sir, do you actually believe what Asher said? That Mrs Baldwin cheated on you with him?” Lucas asked.

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She nodded and waved the waiter who’s been attending to us over, then reached for her back and pulled out her pouch.

“How much is our bill, please?” she asked.

“Uh… ” he trailed off and reached for his notepad to recheck our order, I guess he’s forgotten what we ordered.

‘What a careless waiter’ I mentally scolded him and rolled my eyeballs -I’d fire him if he was my staff.

Right at that moment my eyes caught a black blazer in a shop across the road, and I fell in love with it immediately my eyes landed on it.

“Hey, Jacinta” I called for Jacinta’s attention. “I wanna go check out that blazer, I’ll be back in a few”

Her gaze followed my finger to the direction I was pointing, and she shook her head with an expression that says; what can I do with you?

“What a fashion icon” she grumbled.

“Thank you” I winked at her.

I snatched my bag from the table, and sprang up as fast as I could, wincing slightly as I felt a small pain at my lower back, but ignored the pain and hurried towards the road, as though someone else was gonna snatch the blazer before I get there.

After waiting a few seconds for the oncoming cab to drive past, I hurriedly jumped into the road and….

“RACHEL!” Jacinta suddenly shouted my name.

Not knowing what possessed me, I stopped in the middle of the road and turned around, with a confused and questioning expression, wondering why she’d suddenly scream my name.

“Jump out of the road right now!” she screamed again, then sprang up and raced towards me.

My eyebrows furrowed as I still wasn’t getting what’s going on, and I was about asking her why she’s running towards me, but she pushed with great force before I could utter any words.

We both fell on the other side of the road, but luckily I didn’t hit my waist or baby’s bump on anything, because I protectively wrapped my arms around my tummy -although, I scrapped my elbows and knees on the ground, which left some pretty deep wounds.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed quietly as I stared at my wounds.

“Phew! That was very close!” Jacinta breathe out.

“Are you ok?” I asked and raised my head to check her expression, only to find her glaring daggers at a van that drove past us in a lightening speed -a sudden cold overwhelmed me at once.

“I almost got hit by that?” I asked in a shaky voice, even though the answer was very obvious.

“Yeah” she turned her gaze back to me. “What happened to you? Why did you stop in the middle of the road?” she scolded me.

I shook my head.

“I.. I.. ”

I paused, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to help myself calm down.

“You called me, and I totally forgot I was already standing in the middle of the road” I explained.

She sighed.

“Thank goodness you’re fine, but… ” she trailed off and stared at my wounded knees and elbows. “We can’t shop with these wounds”

I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I’ll head home and get my wounds treated”

Jacinta got up and helped me up too, my eyes zeroed on her stomach as she winced slightly.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” she reached out her hand to hail a cab. “Let’s get you home” she glanced at my injuries and laughed. “Nanny would be so mad at you”

“Yeah” I pouted and she laughed at my pitiful expression.

   >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov

In an Unnamed Organization<<

“You can’t go in, Miss Wood”

A secretary tried to stop Tasha, but she pushed the secretary out of her way and barged into an office.

The secretary came rushing in, with her whole form trembling in fear, as she bowed before her boss.

“I tried to stop her, Ms Cara” the secretary explained herself.

“It’s fine, Cherry” Ms Cara waved the secretary (who’s now known as Cherry) off, Cherry bowed thankfully and hurried out as though her life depended on it.

Tasha stormed towards a chair in front of Ms Cara’s table, and slumped down.

“You look so mad” Ms Cara said.

Tasha slammed her purse on the table and glared at Ms Cara.

“Of course!” she snapped. “When am I gonna stop waiting for you? When are you gonna take action? When her baby is born?!”

Ms Cara was about saying something, but a knock on the door interrupted her, and she invited whoever it was in.
Three men in black suits walked in, and she narrowed her eyes when she saw them.

“You’re finally back”

They quickly bowed their heads.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Ms Cara asked.

But there was silence as none of them was ready to speak, they’re exchanging glances and silently arguing who’d speak first.

“I asked a question!” she banged on the table, which made them flinch back.

“Ma’am, the mission failed” one of the men reported.

Her eyebrows furrowed even more as she glared nastily at them.

“The mission failed?! And you have the nerve to report a failed mission back to me?!”

Before anyone could comprehend what’s going on, she’s reached for her drawer, and pulled out a gun which made Tasha’s eyes widened in fear, and she let out a loud gasp, then slapped her hands over her mouth when Ms Cara turned her gaze to her.

But Ms Cara ignored Tasha’s expression, and ruthlessly shot him (the one who had reported the failed mission) on his forehead.

Tasha watched frighteningly as his body dropped on the ground, and his blood started flowing on the ground, until it turned into a small pool.

“Take his body away through the secret passage” Ms Cara ordered.

“Yes, ma’am” the remaining two men answered.

They were about carrying the body away, when one of them suddenly recalled something and he paused.

“There’s another news, ma’am” he said.

“What?!” she barked at him.

“We just found out that Duncan kidnapped, and killed your son today”

“What?!”

Ms Cara sprang up at once, her already narrowed eyes narrowed even more, and gripped her gun tighter.

“Which of my sons did he killed?”

“Asher, ma’am”

Ms Cara clenched her jaw.

“Good! Very good!” she growled under her breath. “I’ll make him pay dearly, I’ll snatch everything from him under his nose, and I’m gonna start with that little wife of his and that bastard in her womb!” she promised.

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RACHEL’S pov.

M&M Restaurant<<

Silence surrounded us as I sat opposite Jacinta, and watched as she ate her ice cream.

“So…?”

She dropped her ice cream on the table, and stared at me for a moment.

“I’m two months pregnant, but I wanna get an abortion”

“What?!” I exclaimed loudly immediately she vomited those, which drew some attention -ok, it’s a lot of attention -towards our table.

I quickly lowered my head, and began sipping my coffee until everyone’s turned back to whatever they were doing before my alarming exclamation.

“Hold on” I told her, then paused and coughed lightly for a few seconds, as I choked on my coffee. “We can’t discuss two topics at once, let’s take it one at a time, yeah?”

She nodded.
I took a deep breath, and sighed.

“Great, so, what do you mean Mike changed after your wedding? I thought you guys were getting along just fine, what went wrong?” I asked in a calmer tone this time.

Jacinta scooped another spoonful of her chocolate ice cream, and shoved it in her mouth which made my mouth water as I secretly wished I was the one eating the ice cream instead.

Then she sighed tiredly.

“Everything was fine after our wedding, until two months ago when Mike started distancing himself from me, to the extent that he stopped sharing our bed with me, and started sleeping in one of the guestrooms”

What? He stopped sharing their matrimonial bed with his wife? What could be that serious?

“I couldn’t help having a feeling that he’s cheating on me”

I rolled my eyeballs when she mentioned the word ‘cheating’, because I know Jacinta has always being insecure when it comes to her relationship with Mike, I recalled she even had a fight with Mike about him cheating on her with me before their marriage, which wasn’t true at all.. could it be that’s the case here?

“He’s been secretly meeting with someone and…”

“Jacinta” I cut in here. “You need to calm down, maybe you’re just being paranoid for nothing”

“No, I’m not being paranoid, Rachel”

I smiled.

“Mike is a divorce lawyer, it’s very normal and understandable that he’d be seen with different women time most of the time”

Jacinta shook her head in disagreement, she reached for her bag and pulled out a photo.

“I know what I’m talking about, Rachel” she placed the photo on the table and pushed it towards me. “There” she gestured at the photo. “I have caught him staring at this photo several times, and he’d always hides it away everytime he saw me watching him”

“Really?” I asked as I reached for the photo.

“Yeah” she answered. “I even followed him few days back when he left the house at night, and saw him meeting with her in a restaurant”

She gestured at the photo again, and her voice was a little bit cracked at this point and her eyes watered.

“Could it be she’s his sugar mummy?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but laughed at her wild imagination, before finally staring at the photo, but who I saw on the photo made my jaw dropped, and my mouth fell open in surprise as my brows furrowed instantly.

Am I seeing things now? Isn’t this Mrs Jackson? Why would Mike be staring at Mrs Jackson’s photo? Or is Mike working on a divorce case for her? Divorce case? But why would she wanna divorce her husband at this old age? Or could this be her look alike?

“Rachel?” Jacinta called as she snapped her fingers across my eyes. “Say something”

I slowly raised my head, and stared at her confusingly before clearing my throat.

“Uh, I don’t think Mike is cheating on you with her”

“Really?”

“Yeah, this is my housekeeper and I know her character very well” she gave me a confused look. “She isn’t someone who’d cheat on her husband” I vouched for her.

Jacinta snatched the photo from me and stared at it for a moment.

“She’s your housekeeper?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Then what’s my husband doing with your housekeeper’s photo?” she asked again, giving me an even more confused look.

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head cluelessly.

“That is what I don’t know” I answered.

Her question made my mind flashed back to earlier event that happened back home this morning, when I overheard Mrs Jackson’s phone conversation, and I couldn’t help but try finding a connection.

Could Jacinta’s fear be true? But judging from Mrs Jackson’s conversation, it doesn’t seemed like she was talking to her lover, she sounded so mad earlier.

Or could it be there’s some kind of illegal connection between them?

I must find out what’s going on, but looking down at my big baby bump, realization dawned on me that it’s not convenient for me to personally investigate this, my baby and I would be in grave danger if there’s truly some illegal business going on with them

It’s best I talk to Duncan about this, he’d know what to do and how to handle this.

“Rachel, say something” Jacinta urged me.

“Calm down”

I reached for her hand on the table, and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to my husband about this, and we’ll ask our housekeeper about it, then I’ll let you know whatever she’ll say” I promised her after seeing her worried expression.

“Really?”

“Yeah, just chill” I assured her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and nodded.

“Thank you very much, Rachel”

“Oh, please, it’s nothing”

“This issue has been bothering me, and I’m really happy I have you run to, or I’d have gone insane”

I laughed at her exaggeration, then my eyes moved to her flat tummy.

“Don’t get an abortion yet, let’s investigate more about this issue, and then we will know the next step to take”

Her hand moved to her tummy, and she rubbed it softly with a small smile.

“I was just angry, and… ” she trailed off, then looked down at her tummy. “I’m sorry baby” she whispered to her baby.

I smiled as I watched her, then continued drinking my coffee, and she soon continued eating her ice cream too.

“Let’s go shopping later, I wanna have a low-key baby shower next tomorrow”

“Wow, no problem!” she agreed.

   >><<

Few minutes later<<

“I envy that you can eat whatever you’re craving for” I pouted my lips as I watched Jacinta packaging her ice creams.

“There’s nothing there to envy, Rachel” she said. “In fact, I’m envious of you because your mother-in-law is here to guide you”

She paused, and let out a sigh.

“Unfortunately for me, my mother-in-law is nowhere to be found, and my stepmother-in-law is a…” she trailed off as she thought of the right word to describe her stepmother-in-law.

“Is what?” I urged her to continued.

“A gold-digging bimbo who only cares about her beauty”

I rolled my eyeballs.

“She’s still your mother-in-law even though she’s a bimbo” I teased her.

“I’d rather I don’t have a mother-in-law”

We both laughed at her words.
Right, Mike’s biological mother left his father few months after their (Asher and Mike) birth, and they haven’t heard from her up till this day -Mike’s dad even forbade everyone from talking about her at home, and there aren’t any photos of her in the house.

“Rachel!” Jacinta booed in my ear.

“What?” I asked as I blinked my eyes in shock.

“This is the sixth time you’ve spaced out on me” she said and eyed me. “What were you thinking?”

“Oh, nothing, just some irrelevant things”

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“Here, nanny, I’m tired” I said as I handed the plate of watermelon to nanny Pamela.

“You didn’t even eat up to three slices” she complained.

“But…”

“You need fruits more than anyone else at the moment” she sighed. “I’ll make you finish this later”

“Thank you”

She simply eyed me.

“I’ll be in the kitchen” she said, then she left with the watermelon.

I leaned back on my sofa, and let out a relief sigh, watermelon is one of my favorite fruits, but for some unknown reasons, I don’t like it anymore -my baby is giving me a tough time.

“Being pregnant looks so good on you” Jacinta said.

*
“Huh?” I lifted my upper body slightly. “Do you know how stressful this is? Do you know how much being pregnant is affecting me? Both emotionally and mentally?”

I paused and rubbed my forehead softly.

“Gosh, I really feel like going into labor right now, and pushing this stubborn boy outta me”

“What?”

“Yeah, do you know I can’t even bathe myself without his father’s help? Do you know I’ve become super lazy because of him?” I let out a fake cry, and started dabbing imaginary tears.

My mind briefly flashed back to my cafe that’s still on lockdown, goodness, I’ve missed so much money.

“Rachel, from the little I know about you, I strongly believe you’re just missing your cafe” Jacinta said which made me sprang up.

“How did you know?”

She rolled her eyeballs as she shook her head, and released a sigh.

“So, you’re trying to say there isn’t no benefits and advantages of being pregnant?”

“Of course there are”

“Really?”

“Hm” I hummed in reply. “I get to boss my husband around and get him to do exactly what I want now, he’s become very obedient since he found out I’m pregnant”

I paused, and laughed as I recalled some of the silly things Duncan does for me recently.

“Rachel, can you come out with me?”

“Come out with you?” I asked back.

“Yeah, there’s something I wanna tell you about Mike” she elaborate. “Let’s go for ice cream”

My eyes lit up when she mentioned ice cream, and I was about to say something but nanny Pamela beat me to it.

“No!” she said firmly. “Rachel isn’t taking ice creams for now”

I frowned.

“Nanny, it’s been long since I had ice cream”

Nanny Pamela frowned and threw me a glare.

“About I promise, I won’t take more than one cup of ice cream”

“No, I’d rather you stay home if you wanna be stubborn” she said as she leaned against a wall.

My eyes narrowed and I pouted my lips, as though she’s my wicked stepmother who’s maltreating me.

“Don’t worry Nanny, I’ll make sure she doesn’t have any ice cream” Jacinta promised nanny Pamela, which earned her a glare from me.

“Thank you, Jacinta” nanny thanked her.

I looked between them, and scoffed as I folded my arms under my boobs.

“You’re both ganging up against me in my husband’s house!” I grumbled under my breath, but I made sure it was loud enough for them to hear.

  >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Black-Knight’s Base<<

“Here, sir” one of Mr Baldwin’s men said as he handed a bucket of hot water to him.

Mr Baldwin collected the bucket, he threw his cigarette under his foot and stomped on it, before approaching Asher with the bucket of hot water.

He stopped at just a few inches away from Asher, he raised Asher’s head, and examined Asher’s bruised face for a moment.

“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Mr Baldwin gruffed out as he poured the water on Asher’s face, and roared into an uncontrollable laughter when Asher jolted forward, and began juddering against the pole as the water burned his skin.

“You son of a bitçh” Asher coughed out. “just kill me already!”

“No, no, no” Mr Baldwin sighed. “I’ve told you time without numbers, that I made a promise to my heartbeat and I can’t break the promise”

Asher glared at him.

“You’re just a coward”

Mr Baldwin tilted his head. “Really?” he asked.

“You’re a coward, you know you can’t afford to offend my mom, and that’s why you’re scared of killing me”

“Ho-ho!” Mr Baldwin let out a mocking laugh.

He grabbed Asher’s jaw tightly, to the extent cracking sounds were heard. He looked directly in Asher’s almost covered eyes.

“I have a lot of enemy, and adding your bitçhy mom to isn’t my problem!”

“I didn’t wanna tell you this, but I must tell you”

Mr Baldwin narrowed his eyes, as he impatiently waited for Asher to continue.

“It was a cold, raining night and Rachel needed some warmth, she sneaked into my room that night and cuddled with me… ”

“Shut up, you liar!”

Mr Baldwin growled and moved his hand to Asher’s neck, but that didn’t stop Asher from saying what he wanted to say.

“Believe me or not, I’ll kill you if you utter another word!”

“At least hear the truth first before you kill me” Asher coughed. “It rained all night and just cuddling wasn’t enough to warm her up, we ended up having a hot make out session…”

“Shut up!”

Mr Baldwin landed a heavy punch on Asher’s face, which sent one of his teeth flying out of his mouth, and cutting his upper lip in the process.

“…and we had a rough sèx that night.. Duncan, she’s mine, I’ve already had her because my diçk was her comfort when she needed…”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” Mr Baldwin shouted.

He snatched the knife that was buried in Asher’s chest, and slashed Asher’s throat with it. Asher grinned widely, showing his mouthful of blood, and bloody teeth as blood pissed out of his slashed neck.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” Mr Baldwin shouted again as his heart started beating fast against his chest, and he suddenly felt as though he’s not getting enough air into his system.

Asher continued grinning as he felt satisfied at Mr Baldwin’s expression, soon his head dropped on his chest and he stopped breathing.

“Sir, you killed him” Lucas said to Mr Baldwin who’s still muttering ‘it’s not true’ over and over.

“I gave him an easy death, I should have tortured him more”

“You killed him, sir, what are we gonna say to Mrs Baldwin?” Lucas asked in a panicked tone.

“I. Don’t. Care!” with that Mr Baldwin stormed out, leaving a bothered Lucas behind.

“How do we explain this to Mrs Baldwin?” he asked rhetorically.

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 90

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“Arghhhh!”

Asher’s mouth fell open as he released a loud scream, with his face red and spit dribbling as Mr Baldwin stabbed the knife he’s holding in his (Asher’s) chest.

Mr Baldwin stared excitedly at Asher, his ears pricked up as he was enjoying Asher’s scream and he couldn’t help the satisfying smirk that crept up his face.

“Wow, diçkhead, you’ve got such a loud voice there” he said.

Asher raised his head slightly and glared murderously at Mr Baldwin, but he let out another scream as Mr Baldwin pulled the knife from his chest and slashed his face carelessly, resulted to his upper lip cutting in two.

Mr Baldwin let out a loud satisfying laugh, and nodded in appreciation.

“I didn’t know I’m such a great artist” he said, facing his men and they joined in his laughter.

“Fuçk!” Asher growled. “Unchain me, and I’m gonna kill you!” he gritted out, with mouthful of blood which made his teeth red, and disgusting to look at.

Mr Baldwin leaned forward, he turned his right ear slightly towards Asher’s mouth as though he’s trying to listen to some secret.

“Huh? What are you saying, honey? Did you say fack or fuçk?” he asked mockingly, since Asher’s words aren’t clear because of his upper lip that split in two.

He (Mr Baldwin) faced his men with a questioning and confused expression.

“What is he speaking? Spanish or gibberish?”

Lucas twisted his lips as if he’s seriously thinking about the answer.

“I think he’s speaking gibberish” he answered.

Mr Baldwin sighed and shook his head, then turned back to Asher who’s still glaring at him.

“You know, this is America, you either speak English or Spanish”

He stepped closer and began trailing the tip of his knife from Asher’s chest down to his waistline, as though he’s drawing a sketch or something.

“Honey, I don’t understand gibberish, I only….” he paused and stared seriously at Asher.

He took a step back and continued staring at him for a moment, then grinned widely.

“Do you know you’re seducing me right now?” he asked.

His men paused briefly, then started exchanging looks amongst themselves, as they wondered why their boss would say Asher’s seducing him when he isn’t gay.

“I’m falling in love with the way your blood is flowing all over your body, I’m falling in love with the way your face’s pancaked with your blood, and your lip…oh” he shut his eyes and licked his lips. “They’re fuçking so tempting, and I really wanna continue cutting and slicing them!”

Some of his men shuddered and cringed at his obsession for violence, even Lucas glanced twice at him and took a few steps away from him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d get the same treatment if he decides to court Fatima against Mr Baldwin’s wish.

“Now I understand why he’s the lord” he muttered under his breath.

Mr Baldwin snapped his eyes open, and cleared his throat.

“Let’s get back to rehearsal”

With that he stabbed his knife back in the same spot he stabbed it in the first time, making Asher balled his fist, and howl agonizingly as pain shot through his tissues.

“Music to my ears” Mr Baldwin purred. “But unfortunately, your voice is still sounding a little bit hoarse” he sighed. “But, we can always help you adjust it”

Then, he mercilessly began dragging the knife from Asher’s chest, down to his waistline, following the exact line he’s sketched earlier -the knife was cutting so deep, as though he’s curving a mark on a tree.

“Kill me now! Kill me!” Asher yelled.

Mr Baldwin stopped abruptly, and frowned.

“Kill you?” he shook his head. “I promised my heartbeat that I wouldn’t kill you, how dare you suggest that I should break my promise?” he glared at Asher.

He turned away and walked towards the tools table, he stared at his tools for a moment, wondering which tool to use this time.

“Hmm” he pouted his lips briefly. “Let’s go by this!” then he reached for a whip covered in thorns.

He held it tightly and walked back to Asher.

“I wanna kill you, I really wanna kill you right now, and you’re making it very difficult for me to refrain myself”

“Kill me now, or you’ll have regrets later because I’ll soon be rescued from here, and I’ll come take what’s mine”

“What’s yours?”

“Yes” Asher answered. “Rachel is mine, we’re meant to be together… ”

“Shut up!”

Mr Baldwin growled as he landed the whip on Asher’s chest, making sure the thorns cut deeper in his flesh.

Asher grinded his teeth together as he inhaled deeply, and tried to hold back his screams to hide his pain.
He looked in Mr Baldwin’s eyes and chuckled dryly.

“Do you know how much I enjoyed taking a peek at her while she takes her bath? Do you know how turn on I get everytime I watch her dress? Do you wanna know how many times I… ”

“I. Said. Shut. Up!” Mr Baldwin growled again.

He snatched his knife from the ground, and stabbed Asher’s stomach a few times.

“How dare you?! How dare you say my wife’s name with your filthy mouth?! How you peek at my woman?!”

Asher forced out a laugh, he weakly raised his head and looked in Mr Baldwin’s eyes again.

“What now? Are you jealous?” he coughed and spat out some blood. “Don’t you want me to tell she loved asking me for a massage every and any time she’s having a sore neck, or feeling tired in her legs?”

Mr Baldwin glared at Asher as he was saying those words, he balled his fist as the scenarios of his wife asking another man for help kept playing in his head, and he felt an uncontrollable anger surged through his veins.

He was breathing fast, and could barely control himself as he felt the urge to shoot Asher’s brains, and end Asher’s life right here.

He grabbed the whip, and continuously whipped him for a few moments, then stopped when he’s calm down a little bit.

“Do you know how far my wife and I come? Do you know what we’ve been through together?! How dare you say she’s yours?!”

He grabbed Asher’s face, slammed Asher’s head against the pole he was chained against, and threw his whip on the ground, then pushed his hair back in frustration.

“I wanna smoke, I wanna smoke!” he growled as he scratched his throat outwardly.

Lucas rushed forward and handed him a cigarette and lighter, Mr Baldwin brought the cigarette to his lips and held it between his teeth, then light it up and inhaled a large amount of smoke.

He threw his head back, closed his eyes and puffed out the smoke slowly.

“Plug my irons!” he yelled randomly at one of his men. “How dare you claim my wife is yours? How dare you peek at my wife while she’s in the shower?!Huh?!”

He walked closer to Asher, held his chin and looked in Asher’s eyes which could barely open at the moment, but Mr Baldwin cared less.

“Listen, there’s only one thing out of the million things I own, that I won’t ever think of sharing with anyone, and that’s MY WIFE!” he growled.

Asher spat on Mr Baldwin’s face, which made Mr Baldwin narrow his eyes and clenched his jaw.

“I was thinking I’d go easy on you because of my heartbeat, but not anymore”

“Boss, here are your irons” Lucas said, and stretched two irons towards Mr Baldwin -one of their men was also holding another iron.

Mr Baldwin stared at it, and smirked when he saw it’s brewing smoke.

“I’ll make you wish for death” then he snatched one of the irons from Lucas, and stamped the hot iron on Asher’s already badly hurt chest.

Asher’s mouth fell open as he released a loud scream, and his screams just seemed to make Mr Baldwin happy.

“Scream louder!”

He collected the second iron from Lucas and stamped it on Asher’s stomach, which increased the volume of Asher’s scream.

“You can sing better than this, honey!”

Mr Baldwin collected the last iron from the other man, and stamped it on Asher’s lower body -his manhood’s area.

Asher’s body started juddering and his teeth grinded against each other, as the current in his body was too much for him to handle.. soon, he passed out and it was silent.

“Awwwn, our rehearsal was just getting started” Mr Baldwin complained as he stared at Asher’s passed out face. “Lucas, get me a bucket of hot water” he pouted his lips as he said these words.

“Yes, sir”

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Ding~Ding, the doorbell rang loudly.

“I’ll get it” I said as nanny Pamela made to get up.

I dropped the plate of watermelon that was sitting on my laps on the table, sprang off the sofa and hurried towards the door because it wouldn’t stop ringing -I guess whoever is standing outside the door is quite impatient.

Finally, I reached the door and flung it open, and…

“Hello!!” welcomed me.

“Jesus! Argh” I released a squeal immediately I saw Mike and Jacinta waving at me with big smiles.

Without saying another word, I grabbed Jacinta and pulled her into a bone crushing hug -well, we can’t really call it a bone crushing hug because my big baby bump was kinda pushing her back, but I’m hugging her as tight as any pregnant woman would.

“Longest time, I missed y’all” I said.

“We missed you, little miss preggie” she replied, and pulled away from the hug.

“Please come in, come in guys” I invited them in, but Mike cleared his throat and I faced him.

“I’m sorry girls, but I can’t join in this reunion today” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

He raised his left hand and looked at his wristwatch with a small frown.

“I have an appointment to catch, and I’m running late as it is” he explained.

I was about saying something, but Jacinta scoffed and angrily stormed in, leaving me and Mike behind.

“What’s going on?” I asked Mike.

He glanced at Jacinta inside my living room, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know” he answered.

I narrowed my eyes at his reply.

“You don’t know? Your wife is mad at you, and you’re saying you don’t know why she’s mad at you?” I queried him.

“She’s snapping at me for every slight mistake, and nothing I do impresses her anymore”

I frowned and glanced at Jacinta, but she wasn’t even looking at our direction, she’s talking with nanny Pamela.

“Have you tried talking to her about her recent temperament?”

“Yeah, but she wouldn’t even say why she’s angry at me” he pumped his cheeks and puffed out some air. “I really don’t know what’s wrong with her, do you think marrying her was a mistake?”

I placed a finger on his lips, and threw him a glare.

“Never say marrying your wife was a mistake” I scolded him.

He sighed, and removed my finger from his lips.

“Don’t let her know about this, but I brought her here so you can talk to her, and find out why she’s been acting weird” he paused. “Maybe she’s gonna feel more comfortable talking to you about it”

I sighed and nodded.

“Alright, go on with your work” I said, and nodded at his wristwatch, silently reminding him of his appointment.

“Hm” he hummed and nodded. “I’ll drop by later to pick her up”

I raised a questioning brow at him.

“Pick her up? Isn’t your house just two poles away from mine?”

“Oh, yeah”

“Oh, yeah” I mocked him, and we laughed shortly. “Go on” I said as I turned around, and entered my home.

 >><<

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 89

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me this morning, or why I’m being paranoid, but I sensed nervousness in her voice, and I even kinda find her reaction to my presence suspicious -don’t tell me she’s also one of Duncan’s enemies.

‘Stop it, Rachel, you can suspect anyone but Mrs Jackson!’ I mentally scolded myself at my crazy, and silly suspicion.

I cleared my throat, and put on a smile as I tried my hardest to push my doubts aside, and act as normal as possible.

“Mrs Jackson, you seem pretty mad at whoever that was” I said, gesturing at her phone that she’s holding in her right hand, and kinda hiding it behind her.

She released another nervous laugh, but she seemed a little bit relaxed this time, I guess I was just being paranoid for nothing, she only had a fright at my sudden appearance behind her.

“That was my dead cousin’s daughter, she is being a handful, and I just don’t know what to do with her” she explained.

Her dead cousin’s daughter? Couldn’t she just say her niece? Was there any need of telling me that her niece’s mother’s dead?

“Your dead cousin’s daughter?” she nodded. “How old is she?” I asked.

“She’s twenty three, but behaves like a fifteen years old”

“Oh” I laughed. “You’ve got to be patient with her, although we’re in our twenties, but the truth remain; we’re still trying to outgrow our teen impulsive behaviors”

She nodded in agreement with my words.

“You’re right there, dear” she sighed and shoved her phone in her apron’s pocket. “I guess I’ll have to head home now, and check up on her” she said.

Not knowing how to respond to her, and also not trying to prolong our conversation, I nodded in agreement.

“Please, don’t be too hard on her when you see her” I pleaded on her niece’s behalf.

“Of course”

“Uh, have you seen nanny Pamela around?” I asked.

“Yes, she’s in the kitchen” she nodded at the kitchen’s direction.

My eyes lit up at the mention of kitchen, and my stomach started churning in excitement, as if it already know nanny Pamela’s cooking in there.

“She’s cooking your favorite” Mrs Jackson said to confirm my stomach’s right.

“Then that’s where I’m supposed to be right now” with that I rushed towards the kitchen, leaving Mrs Jackson in the living room.

Like I said earlier, maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I bet I saw Mrs Jackson giving me a creepy look before I disappeared from her sight.

    >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

St Vincent medical center, LA<<

“It’s Duncan Baldwin!”
“He’s so hot in person”
“I can’t believe I’m seeing him in real life”
“Ooh, I so wanna snap photos with him”

Mr Baldwin pulled his base cap down, and lowered his head as some security men stopped Mr Baldwin’s crazy fans from attacking him.

“Don’t they get tired of doing this?” Mr Baldwin asked rhetorically, but Lucas answered him anyway.

“I think they feel blessed doing this, you’re some of their crush and I think seeing you in real life just seem like an achievement”

Mr Baldwin rolled his eyeballs at Lucas’ explanation, but didn’t say another word.

“The elevator is this way, sir” Lucas said, and led Mr Baldwin towards an elevator. “Mr Ferrari’s doctor’s office is on the fifth floor”

“Hm”

They arrived at the elevator, Lucas pressed the open button and waited a few seconds for the doors to open, then they stepped in.

     >><<

Doctor Rodriguez’s office<<

“Here’s it is, sir” Lucas said as they stopped in front of a door.

Mr Baldwin looked up and saw ‘doctor Rodriguez’s office’ written on the door frame.
He knocked on the door, even though it’s open and only walked when he heard a ‘come in’

“Doctor Rodriguez” Lucas called as they entered the office.

Doctor Rodriguez raised his head, he paused whatever he was doing and got up at once, with a welcoming smile.

“Mr Baldwin!” he exclaimed, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

He stretched his right arm forward, offering his hand for a handshake, and Mr Baldwin clasped their hands together.

“It’s nice to see you in person, Mr Baldwin”

“Nice to see you too”

“Please have a sit” he (doctor Rodriguez) offered Mr Baldwin a seat in front of his table.

Lucas pulled out the chair for Mr Baldwin, then stood beside him.

“I wasn’t really expecting your presence” doctor Rodriguez said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I thought you’d send Lucas in your stead as always”

He searched his drawer for a file and pushed it towards Mr Baldwin, who picked it up and flipped the cover open.

“That’s Mr Ferrari’s report” he said.

Mr Baldwin simply nodded as he stared at the file.

“Doctor, you really don’t have to show me this report because I don’t understand a thing in it”

“Huh?”

“Your report says he’s doing fine, but is he really doing fine?” Mr Baldwin asked. “You’ve been reporting back to us that he is stable now, but what I wanna know is, since he’s stable now when is he gonna wake up from his coma?”

Doctor Rodriguez took off his glasses and gently dropped it on the table, he inhaled deeply, then shook his head sadly.

“That’s the bad news, Mr Baldwin”

“Bad news”

“Yes, we can’t say for sure when he’s gonna wake up, because honestly, it all depends on his will” doctor Rodriguez explained.

“Really?” Mr Baldwin asked with a frown.

“Yeah” the doctor replied. “Oh, and there’s something I think you should know”

Mr Baldwin tilted his head, and raised his left eyebrow, signaling him to continue.

“Our security team has been watching the CCTV footage of lately, and they always spot someone dressed in black coverall coming and going out of Ferrari’s ward, they have tried to catch him several times but always failed”

Mr Baldwin’s frown deepened, and he exchanged looks with Lucas who’s as clueless as him.

“Someone in black coverall?” Lucas asked.

“Yes”

Mr Baldwin stayed silent as he thoughtfully tapped his fingers on the table.

“And the worst part is, we don’t even know his entrance or exit”

“Now that’s weird” Lucas said. “It seemed like the hospital’s security isn’t as tight as it seem”

Doctor Rodriguez nodded in agreement.
Mr Baldwin got up at once, he wore his base cap and faced Lucas.

“Let’s go” he said, then faced doctor Rodriguez slightly. “I’ll be back some other time, before then, try everything within your power to make him wake up”

“No problem, Mr Baldwin, I’ll try my best”

“Don’t try, do your best” Mr Baldwin corrected him.

“Of course, of course”

Mr Baldwin faced Lucas again.

“Let’s go” then headed towards the door.

“Have a nice day” Lucas wished the doctor and jogged after his boss.

   >><<

“Station some of our men around, we must catch whoever that fuçker is!”

Mr Baldwin instructed Lucas, immediately they got into an elevator.

“Yes, sir”

“And find ways to get our gang doctor to check on Ferrari, we can’t trust the hospital as it it now”

“Yes, sir” Lucas answered. “Where are we headed now, sir?”

“We’re going back to base, I wanna vent on someone” Mr Baldwin replied with a smirk.

     >><<

Black-Knight’s Base<<

“Boss”

Two guards greeted as Mr Baldwin stopped in front of a door, one of them pushed the door open, and Mr Baldwin walked in, with Lucas following behind.

“Where’s the @sshole?” he asked.

“There, sir” Lucas answered, and pointed at Asher who was chained up against a pole -completely naked.

Mr Baldwin moved closer to him, and raised his head holding his (Asher’s) chin, his eyebrows furrowed instantly when he saw the state Asher’s face was in.

Asher’s eyes were swollen, his lips bruised and swollen, and his face has several colors with bumps almost everywhere -Mr Baldwin couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he burst out laughing.

He faced Lucas.

“He is my highly respected guest, how dare you hurt him so much?!”

Lucas knew his boss wasn’t scolding him, he was indirectly reprimanding him for not beating Asher enough.

“How do you expect us to start our rehearsal with him looking like this?” he sighed. “I guess I’ll have to do some first aid on him before rehearsal”

He let go of Asher, and walked towards a table where different torture tools were laid.

He trailed his hands along tools, with his eyes closed and he inhaled deeply as though he’s perceiving a sweet aroma.

“Let’s go by…this!” he said, and picked a knife.

Then walked back to Asher, with a smirk and evil glint in his eyes.

“Hey!”

He booed in Asher’s ear as he stabbed the knife in Asher’s stomach, just a bit below his abdomen, and Asher released a pained groan.

“Wake up, son of a bitçh! Your nightmare is here!” Mr Baldwin growled, as he twisted the knife in Asher’s stomach.

“Fuçk!” Asher howled, and slowly opened his swollen eyes.

“No, not fuçk because you ain’t gonna be fuçking nobody, but you’re gonna be romancing my knife!”

Asher glared murderously at Mr Baldwin, which made him (Mr Baldwin) laugh even more.

“What are you gloating about?!” Asher asked in a hoarse and tired voice. “Unchain me and watch me pluck out your eyes, and shove them in your mouth!”

This statement seemed to infuriate Mr Baldwin, he grabbed Asher’s jaw, he pulled out his knife from Asher’s stomach, and started trailing it along Asher’s jaw down to his neck, with an anticipating smirk playing on his (Mr Baldwin’s) lips, and his eyes glittering in excitement.

“Listen, I promised my wife that I wouldn’t kill you, but I didn’t promise her that I won’t have fun while keeping you alive”

Asher grinned at Mr Baldwin’s words.

“How’s my love doing? Is she missing me? Can I see…”

Asher’s words were cut off as Mr Baldwin landed a punch on his already bruised, and swollen face, then dragged his knife along Asher’s neck.

“Do you know how exciting it is when a knife cuts into skin, tears the muscles, stirs in soft tissues, goes directly to organs, and pissing out blood.. ”

Mr Baldwin paused, and looked directly in Asher’s eyes.

“.. do you know how much it turns me on?” then he let out a hysterical laugh.

TO Be Continued

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