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As I settled into my car, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. My mind kept wandering back to Olekzander, his piercing gaze still etched in my memory.

Why was he being so nice to me now? We had a rocky past, to say the least. But now, he seemed to be going out of his way to make a good impression.

I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe he was just being friendly because of my wealth and status. But deep down, I knew that wasn't the only reason. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know more about him.

I instructed my driver to take me home, hoping the ride would clear my head. But as we drove, my mind kept drifting back to Olekzander. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what his motives were.

After a while, I reclined my seat and closed my eyes, trying to relax. But my mind was still racing, thoughts of Olekzander swirling around in my head. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, my driver was gently waking me up.

"Mam, we're here," he said softly.

I opened my eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. We had arrived at my bungalow, and I was grateful to be home. As I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Olekzander.

But as I walked towards my front door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something was off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. All I knew was that I needed to be careful, that I needed to keep my guard up around Olekzander.

Little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would change everything I thought I knew about myself and those around me.

The only thought came in my mind was is he in love with me?

No this can't happen😭

As I entered my apartment, I felt exhausted. My encounter with Olekzander had left me drained, and all I wanted was to sleep. I walked carefully to my room, trying not to trip or stumble. I changed into comfortable clothes and headed to my mirror to do my skincare routine.

As I looked at my reflection, I saw a tired person staring back at me. My eyes were heavy, and my skin looked dull. I began to massage the cream into my skin, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the soothing sensation.

After finishing my routine, I settled into bed, feeling grateful for the softness of my mattress. I snuggled under the covers, feeling cozy and safe. As I closed my eyes, sleep began to envelop me, and I let out a contented sigh.

I didn't even realize when I fell asleep, it happened so naturally. My body and mind were both exhausted, and sleep was the only thing that could revive me.

I jolted awake, my heart racing, as the phone rang shrilly in my ear. Groggily, I reached out and answered the call, my voice still husky with sleep. "Hello?" I croaked, my eyes struggling to focus.

"Andriana, this is Andrew from the tracing department," a voice on the other end announced, his tone somber.

My mind snapped into alertness, and I sat up straight, my spine stiffening with tension. "What did you find out?" I demanded, my voice firm.

There was a pause, and then Andrew's words dropped like a bombshell: "Mam, we can't trace your uncle and aunt."

My eyes widened in shock, my pupils dilating with disbelief. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice laced with urgency. "Check it again, Andrew. Double-check. And call me the moment you get any information."

As I spoke, my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. My jaw was set, my teeth gritted in frustration. I was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, no matter what it took. In between i got calls of andrew and i said
"Check it again, and give me a call once you get any information."

I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I had to do something. I got dressed and headed to my company, my mind racing with thoughts of my uncle and aunt.

As I sat at my desk, I tried to focus on work, but my eyes kept glancing at the phone, willing it to ring with news from the tracing department.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up the phone and called the department myself, demanding to speak to Andrew. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. "Why can't you find them?"

"I'm sorry, Andriana," Andrew replied. "We're doing our best, but it's like they've vanished into thin air."

I slammed my hand on the desk, frustration boiling over. "That's not good enough!" I exclaimed. "I need to know where they are!"

I hung up the phone and paced around my office, feeling trapped and helpless. That's when Serina, my bestie walked in. "Andriana, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"It's my uncle and aunt," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "The tracing department can't find them. And I'm scared, Serina. I'm really scared."

Serina's expression softened. "Oh, Andriana, I'm so sorry. You've been through so much already. Do you think they might be in danger?"

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don't know. But I do know they tortured me for years, Serina. And now, after five years of freedom, I've become a billionaire. They know I'm still alive, and that's why I'm scared. What if they come after me again?"

Serina's eyes widened in shock. "Andriana, you should have told me! We need to increase your security, get you a bodyguard..."

I held up my hand, stopping her. "No, Serina. I just need to find them. I need to know they're not a threat to me anymore."

With a determined look, Serina nodded. "We'll find them, Andriana. I promise."

But as we worked tirelessly to track down my uncle and aunt, the silence from the tracing department only grew more ominous. And I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was running out of.

ON THE OTHER SIDE ( america )

The door creaked open, revealing a dark and frightening room. The air was thick with the smell of suffering and fear. Torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Chains hung from the ceiling, and old torture devices lined the walls. Iron maidens stood like guards, with sharp spikes and hooks. The floor was stained with dark spots, like the shadows of people who had been hurt.

In the center of the room, a large stone table loomed, with strange symbols etched into it. The air was heavy with a sense of dread, as if the room was waiting for its next victim.

To one side, a row of small cells stretched into the darkness, with iron bars and heavy chains. The walls were stained with tears and screams. In the corner, a collection of cruel instruments hung from hooks, designed to cause pain and suffering.

The room seemed to be waiting, its walls holding their breath in anticipation of the next person to be dragged inside. The air was thick with fear and suffering, and the flickering torches cast eerie.

As Olekzander stepped forward, his presence seemed to fill the room, his aura like a dark cloud that suffocated the air.

His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, like two black holes sucking in the light around him.

His smile was a thin, cruel line, stretching across his face like a scar. He moved with a grace that was almost feline, his long coat billowing behind him like a dark wingspan.

And yet, despite his elegant appearance, there was something unsettling about him, something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

It was as if he was a creature from a nightmare, a monster from the depths of your darkest fears, and his very presence seemed to draw the light out of the room, leaving only darkness and terror in his wake.

Olekzander's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he moved deeper into the darkness, his ears tuning in to a faint cry. "Ah, the sweet sounds of suffering," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom.

As he listened closer, the cries grew louder, and he could make out the words. "Please...stop...mercy..." It was the voice of Andriana's uncle and aunt, the ones who had tortured her so cruelly. Olekzander's smile grew wider as he approached the source of the sound.

"Ah, dear relatives," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How delightful to hear your cries of anguish. You see, I've been waiting for you. You who inflicted so much pain on Andriana...now it's your turn to suffer."

The uncle and aunt were chained to the walls, their bodies stretched out like macabre art.

The rack stood nearby, its wooden frame gleaming with a sinister light. Iron maidens loomed in the shadows, their metal bodies adorned with cruel spikes. The sound of dripping water echoed through the chamber, like the slow ticking of a clock counting down to doom.

"Please...have mercy..." the aunt begged, her voice trembling.

"Mercy?" Olekzander repeated, his voice rising in mock surprise. "You showed no mercy to Andriana. Why should I show it to you?"

"No...please...stop..." the uncle cried, his voice fading away.

Olekzander chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, this is just the beginning. Your suffering has only just begun." And with that, he raised his hand, and the cries grew louder, the suffering intensifying, as Olekzander's dark magic took.

The sound of screams and wailing filled the air, a symphony of suffering that Olekzander conducted with a twisted delight.
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