Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Yeah,” Maggie went into details, “She was the one who dragged Mikhail into the car and took off. Although I couldn’t see her face because she was wearing a mask,”
Andrew’s brows furrowed as he went over her words. If the woman was here to take Mikhail, that meant she and the betrayer must have been in cahoots. They would have to look into this.
“I feel sleepy,” Maggie muttered, her eyelids drooping and that caused Andrew to panic.
“No, Maggie, don’t….!” but the woman in question had already shut her eyes.
“Sir!” his men finally arrived.
“Call the doctor immediately!”
Meanwhile…..
This was a lost cause! Everything was messed up! Deborah felt like screaming out as she drove away. She knew it wouldn’t be easy dealing with the Falcon mob but she had put a bit of trust in Mikhail that he would be able to take care of himself, only that she was wrong.
He wasn’t as powerful as she thought and now she had to deal with a major setback in her plan, not to mention the fact that she was almost found out. Plus the fact that the great Mikhail was dying right now.
Yes, she could sense that the man wouldn’t be able to make it through the night. Even right now, his breath was fleeting yet he was still desperately hanging onto life – he must have great willpower.
Deborah finally stopped under the bridge and packed her car where it wouldn’t be easily discerned. She then turned to Mikhail who had his hand pressed to his chest as if trying to stop the wound from bleeding, not that it would help much.
“What do I do with you now?” She sneered, “If I had known you would only end up becoming a liability to me, I would have set my eyes on other capable people. To think that I failed a major plot,” She laughed sarcastically.
“You are the one who rescued me,” Mikhail spoke with effort, “Why? What do you need from me?”
“Your resources of course,” Deborah didn’t stand on ceremony with him and was straight to the point, “But those resources are depleted and you have no usefulness for me,”
“You want to go against the Falcon Mob, you must be suicidal,” Mikhail still managed to laugh in his condition. The woman must be dumb not to have leant from his lesson.
“No, the Sparkss to be precise. But since the Sparkss and the falcons were connected and you had a feud with the Falcons, I thought we could be a team. But from the looks of things…” She looked him over, “I’ll be saying farewell to you instead,”
“You should give up, you can’t defeat them,” Mikhail gave her sincere advice – that he hardly does. However, he was dying, it wouldn’t hurt to perform good work for once.
“And I’m guessing you’re speaking from experience,” She hinted at his condition with mockery. Deborah drew closer, “Sorry, but in your case, you were all brawls and no brains. However, I’m careful and have been planning this for a long time now,” She was sure her case would be different.
But Mikhail laughed instead, “Young fool,” Then the spark in his eyes died as his head dropped to the side and his hand fell. He was dead.
Deborah sighed, and just like that, her hard work was in vain.
She stepped out of the car and closed the door with her gloved hand that ensured her DNA wasn’t on the car. Thankfully the car was stolen hence it wouldn’t be traced back to her.
However, this night was just not meant for Deborah because her phone rang with another bad news.
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The third point of view:
Natasha was in that house that was beginning to feel like a prison – a good prison. They treated her well, no, too well especially when it comes to checking up on the baby’s wellbeing. The baby was the prime reason she was still valuable to Mrs. D, hence she was a high priority to them.
She already gave up on hopes of being rescued and accepted her fate the way it was. Her only problem was making sure her child was out of the reach of Mrs. D once he was born. The woman didn’t have good intentions for her son and if laying down her life for him would mean he was safe, then so be it.
Although it was late, strange enough Natasha didn’t feel the urge to sleep and was lounging on the sofa watching movies. As usual, there were the occasional bodyguards keeping watch on her but she didn’t mind, she was used to their unwanted surveillance.
She then felt the urge to pee and stood up only for their gaze to rest on her.
“I only want to answer nature’s call,” She said to them and they looked away.
They knew she couldn’t escape here with their people crawling all over the place. Moreover, she hasn’t done anything to arouse their suspicion like trying to escape, so they were quite lenient compared to the first time she was here.
Natasha went into the toilet to do her thing and when she was done, came out only to notice the subtle change in the environment. Since she became pregnant, she became attuned to her instinct and right now, the way her hairs stood on edge told her that something was wrong.
With careful steps, she walked back to the living room only to find out that the two men that were guarding her were on the floor and moaning in pain. Her eyes widened and she turned to escape only to bump into an unfamiliar figure.
A scream escaped her throat yet the man was quick to close his hand over her mouth, cutting her cry for help. Natasha struggled with him and she discovered that he was not all alone and his partners had successfully subdued all of Mrs. D’s people.
“Who are you?!” She was frightened because she had no clue what was going on nor could she guess their intention.
However, a certain thought crept into her mind, were they here to rescue her? But then, who and why? As far as Natasha knew, Mrs. D covered up her disappearance such that it couldn’t be reported to the police. Moreover, the police couldn’t rescue her dressed in this manner.
Then, it hit her, Pedro.
Her blood ran cold.
He was the only one who had the resources to hire people to find her and as far as she could remember, she was running from him.
Natasha was between the devil and the blue sea. Running away from Mrs. D only to fall into the hands of Pedro’s people, she couldn’t exactly tell which one was better. One wanted to use her child and the other wanted to eliminate the child. No, she couldn’t let either of them win.
“Pedro sent you, didn’t you?!” Natasha managed to say as he dragged her out. Although her captor didn’t exactly reply to her, the surprised look in his eyes was all the answer she needed.
“It’s him,” She confirmed and began to panic, “No, you can’t take me to him! He’d hurt my baby!” but her pleas fell on deaf eyes. He was on a mission to capture her and there was no turning back.
Outside, Natasha saw the rest of his people, and their car was parked right outside.
“No, you can’t take me!” Natasha was still screaming when suddenly a shot was heard and the man grabbing her suddenly groaned in pain and had to let go of her.
Natasha looked down only to discover that he was shot in the leg and she looked up only to make out the silhouette of a strange man at the window of the house opposite theirs with a gun pointed at….
“Shit!” Natasha screamed and ducked at the last minute only for a bullet to whizz past her, successfully grazing the side of her cheek. Her heart pumped hard in her chest and she came to a startling revelation that she narrowly escaped death.