💎 Blackmailed 💄
By
💸 Mr. Billionaire 🎩
By Rosy Johnson
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EPISODE 3&4
♟️ NOT HER TYPE ♟️
“The cops said it’s hunter, the fûçking guy is kîllîng people and they aren’t doing a fûçking thing about it, who knows who will be next? You? Me? Why is this hunter guy killing people??” Kelvin screamed over the phone
“Where are you?” Micheal asked casually.
“At the joint, come here quickly,” Kelvin said and ended the call.
Michael reached for his briefcase when he was done dressing and left the room.
A bodyguard opened the backdoor of the BMW and he entered, his secretary Harrison joining on the other side.
Michael’s phone began buzzing almost immediately the car drove out of the company so he reached for it.
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GIRLS MANSION
A feminine body could tossed to the other side of the bed, she yawned tiredly, stretching herself.
“Sande, it’s 6 in the morning, get your crazy âss off that fûçking bed,” A girl walked into the room.
She yanked the duvet away and Melisande frowned.
“Charlotte, can’t I sleep in my own house again?” Melisande complain, stretching herself lazily.
Charlotte is a detective, they actually became friends after helping each other though Melisande is always trying to push her away.
“Get your white âss off that fûçking bed before you get it!” Charlotte scolded like mom scolding her 2 years old kid.
Melisande sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her palm.
“Charlotte is high time you stop coming over, I own a 5 star restaurants, I’m not a secretary or some cleaning lady,” she said, staring at her friend.
“And you need to get your âss up and get to work coa five star might turn to burnt star,”
Charlotte’s Phone buzzed in her handbag before ringing out loud. Almost immediately, Melisande’s began ringing too.
She reached for it by her bedside.
“Will be there,” Charlotte was the first to end the call.
She grabbed her handbag in a hurry.
“Will come by this afternoon, there has been another mûrdêr,” she rushed her word, already by the door.
“Another mûrdêr??” Melisande’s eyes widened.
Charlotte glanced back, holding onto the door.
“Yeah, that hunter guy,” she replied and left.
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CRIME SCENE
Charlotte came out of her car and her partner Benedict was already waiting.
“I hope is not that same guy this time,” Benedict said as they entered the hotel room, their eyes taking in the luxurious but grisly scene.
The king-sized bed was covered in blood, the crisp white sheets stained a deep crimson. On the wall above the bed, a message was scrawled in blood
“HUNTER CAME BY”
“What the hêll,” Benedict let out.
Martin’s body lay sprawled across the bed, his chest torn open, his heart missing. Blood pooled on the floor, and the smell of copper hung heavy in the air.
“Why is this guy doing this?” Charlotte asked and looked at her partner.
“I have no idea, but wh@tëver it is he could have just come to us than kîllîng people,” Benedict replied.
Who the hêll will steal a heart and two kidneys,? What does he need it for? Isn’t he afraid that he might get caught?
The two detectives began to methodically inspect the room, searching for clues.
Charlotte pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a notebook lying on the floor, she flipped open the notebook and read the words scrawled on the first page.
“Suffer not the wicked to live, Exodus 22:18,” A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized what she was reading. This was a serial killer’s diary.
“Charlotte…” Benedict called softly.
She turned to him.
“Here look at this,” she showed him the dairy. Benedict twitched his brows as if trying to remember.
“Isn’t this the same words written on the piece of paper we found on the previous mûrdêr?” He asked, looking up at her face.
“Exactly! He’s kîllîng them cos he thinks they have sinned or something,” she pointed out
Benedict called for forensics, and soon the room was filled with people in white coveralls, carefully combing the scene for evidence.
The signature on the wall was photographed and bagged. Every inch of the room was searched and docvmented. And all the while, Charlotte and Benedict kept their eyes on the lifeless body of the victim.
A question nagging at the back of their minds.
“Who is the Hunter?”
They both knew this was the work of a serial killer, but there were no clues as to who the Kīllêr was.
Charlotte turned to Benedict.
“We need to find out who this Hunter is,” she said. “Otherwise, we’ll never catch him.”
Benedict nodded, his jaw set in determination. They had to solve this case. They had to stop the Hunter before he kîllêd again.
“You’re right, I already ordered for the footage,” Benedict replied in support.
As they left the hotel room, the words from the notebook kept echoing in their minds.
“Suffer not the wicked to live, Exodus 22:18,” the words kept coming over and over, it made Charlotte’s head bang
She needed to find a Clue, anything that will point to this case and stop this Hunter before he kîlls again, she has to, she should!
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MELISANDE
Out of the house came Melisande.
She walked over to her super car with a black sack in her hand, she kept the sack at the back seat and drove off.
30 MINUTES DRIVE brought the car to an undisclosed location. She get off, making her way Into the magnificent building.
As the she entered the big hall, all eyes turned to her.
🗣️ She’s here!!
🗣️ She looks hotter today
🗣️ I Know right.
🗣️ The devil is here in all glory.
🗣️ Her h@të her guts
She was a vision in black, her elegant gown hugging her hourglass figure. The front of the gown had a daringly low cut, revealing just a hint of cleavage.
Her earrings sparkled like diamonds, catching the light with every turn of her head. Her lips were painted a bold red, the color standing out against her fair skin.
She moved with grace and confidence, carrying herself high, exuding an air of sophistication and poise.
She was the epitome of class and style.
From a corner a guy sipping his wine saw her and his gripped tightened around the glass, it became so tight the wine glass broke, it pieces piercing into his palm.
“Marcus!” Another lady called, tapping his shoulder lightly.
“Fûçk I h@të her guts! Look at her acting like the god of Egypt,” he bellowed and stood
Few years back Marcus was looking up to be the second in command but Hunter took that position from him, making him the third and since then, he resented her.
Melisande got to the front door and two hefty bodyguards were on duty.
“Move,” she said, just a few feet away.
She haven’t actually gotten that close but they could hear her.
“Boss is busy,” the first guy replied, arms crossed in front of him.
without saying another word she raised her heels, hitting him four square in the face and bursting his nose. Before the other guard could react, her heel was on his chest, kicking him into the room with the door going with them.
She strode in, the room was dark so she tried adjusting to the darkness. By the time she got familiar with the darkness she felt a gun pointing directly on her forehead
“Get that toy off my face,” She snapped.
A middle aged man chuckled as he withdrew his hand.
“You can go boys,” he said out loud.
Melisande dropped the sack on his desk so he walked over and checked it. A dark dangerous smirk touched his lips, inside the sack were Martins dîçk and kidneys
“You….”
She was already walking away without waiting for wh@tëver he wanted to say.
“Are you just gonna let her go?” A feminine voice asked.
In one swift move, he shot her directly in the mouth the bullet coming out from behind and she dropped dêâd.
“Question me again,”
~~~~~
ONE HOUR LATER
Melisande stood in the doorway, scanning the room for any sign of her mother. But there was no one in sight, just the silence of an empty house.
She’d gotten her mothers call in the morning that’s why she came directly after visiting their club.
“Juliet!” She called out, her voice echoing off the walls, but there was no answer.
Did the woman call her here just for nothing?
She made her way up the stairs to her mother’s bedroom and knocked on the door, but there was no response so she pushed open the door and peered inside, but the room was empty.
WTF!
She heard a noise coming from the other side of the house. It sounded like a child’s giggle.
Melisande hurried down the stairs and into the living room, following the sound. In the corner of the room, she saw a little boy, not more than nine years old, peeking out from behind a chair.
His presence alone made her blood boil with rage.
He was clutching a toy train and a small toy camera in his hand so she grabbed his wrist, pulling him forcefully out of his hiding place.
“What did you do to my mother? Tell me, Bastard! what did you to do her?” She demanded, her voice cold and deadly, sending shievers of fear down his spin.
The little boy began shaking
“I say what?!!” She yelled
His body began shaking violently with her hands firmly wrapped around his throat.
Right now she wants to choke life out of him.
“Melisande!!” A middle aged woman rushed over, slapping her hard across the face then pulled the frightened boy behind her back.
“How could you?” Juliet smacked her across the face again, over and over infuriated.
If she had come a little later her grandson would have been dêâd.
Melisande laughed like a maniac. She touched her cheeks then her mouth then chuckled.
“Why am I here?” She asked as though she haven’t tried to choke her son to dêâth.
“How could you be so evil? How long will it take for you to accept him? How long Melisande? He’s your son….”
“He’s not mine!” She snapped, interrupting her mother. She took a deep breath then let it out.
“Why do you want me here? I won’t ask again,”
“He wanted to see you,”
Melisande stared at the woman like a joke
“So, you’re saying that you actually called me here cos of this thing,” she pointed behind her mother’s back.
Does the woman not get it? She left her work just because of a bastard?!
Fûçk Juliet, she began walking away.
“Melisande, he’s your son, he has the right to see you whenever he wants,” Juliet said loud enough for her to here.
“Don’t worry, it’s my fault that I haven’t gotten a buyer yet, my come back will be with a buyer so you will be useful, Bastard!” She went into her super car and speed off.
Juliet sighed, turning to her grandson whoa still sobbing.
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8: 20 PM~~ SMALL GATHERING
Micheal walked over to the round table where men of high authority sat.
“You Came,” of one them stood, offering a handshake.
He maintain a straight face as he accepted the handshake then pulled out a chair for himself, settling down.
“Good thing we all agreed to meet here, we are supposed to be 9 but we are down to 7,” the one who seem to be their leader said.
“We lost Martin and Jared and my question is why and to whom?” He said, staring from one person to another.
“Peterson, I’m leaving California this evening so I don’t think I should be among this gathering,” the one seated next to Micheal said.
“We need to find out why this Hunter is killing people and why our friends,” Peterson said firmly.
“What if the Kīllêr is not a man like we all thinks?” Micheal suddenly spoke up.
All eyes turned to him.
“Are you saying a woman took Martin and Jared out, do you know how they dîêd?” Kelvin asked unbelievably.
They already know that it’s a man so what was Michael talking about?
“I’m saying what if we are looking for the wrong person?” Micheal pointed out.
“Micheal, a woman’s strength can’t match up to the strength of Martin,” the one besides Peterson said.
“I agree,” Kelvin nodded “Hunter, is a man and we need to catch him as soon as possible, we should hire all the cops to find him!” Kevin said with determination.
“The party is about to start, we will continue the rest tomorrow in my company,” Peterson said leaving no room argument in his tone.
They all nodded.
Micheal was still seated when his secretary Harrison whispered something into his ear.
“Shît! Where is she?” He asked, bolting to his feet.
“Oh, there you are,” A lady said walking up to him.
Micheal looked around then grabbed her arm, pulling her out so she won’t create a scene here.
Her name is Raya, his ex, they are no longer together but she insisted he kept paying her monthly maintenance, he haven’t paid for this month and he’s sure that’s why she’s here.
“Where are you talking me?” Raya screamed out loud like a maniac, attracting people’s attention.
He looked around
“Raya come outside now!”
“It’s either you pay me now or I’m telling everyone how much of a loser you’re,” she dropped her hands on her waist.
“Raya…”
“You might be cold-hearted but I’m crazy. I have nothing to lose Micheal….”
“I’m not fûçking paying you a dime, okay? So stop this madness and don’t create unnecessary scene,” he yelled in his deep husky voice.
She smirked, he sure has no idea.
“You agreed to keep my maintenance money…”
“We fûçking broke up so out of my way or I will make you,” He said pissed off.
“I see you want your company sells to go down, very well then,” she spread both arms.
“People….” He pulled her against him, clasping his hand over her mouth.
“Raya, stop it!” He bellowed, trying to keep his cool.
“The news these days are going viral, imagine what people will do when they hear of a multi billionaire bullying a woman, your company will collapse I promise you that. Is either you give me the money or watch some horror movie,”
Meanwhile, Melisande who’s seated with her friends has been eavesdropping. She dropping her cigarettes in the ashtray, drinking from her wine before leaving the table
Charlotte and Benedict exchange glances.
“Where are you going?” Charlotte asked but she ignored her
Melisande walked around the table to the entrance of the building then she turned and walked up to them.
“You have five minutes and your time starts now,” Raya said.
“Hey, sweet, sorry I took so long, my makeup needed some retouch,” she crossed her hand around Michaels neck, bringing her face closer to his confused face.
“Play along,” she whispered.
He got it instantly.
“Who is this?” She pulled away, now staring at Raya who frowned
“Did she call you sweet? We just broke up for three months and you already moved on? Really Micheal?” Raya spats ” And you, who are you?” She added.
Melisande chuckled.
“Micheal…”
“Hey lady, ain’t nobody having a food fîght thing so calm yourself down,” Melisande interrupted.
Raya swung her gaze to Micheal.
By now people were already watching them.
“You think you can let this bîtch say shît to me? Who the fûçk is she?”she spat.
In one swift move, Melissa raise her heel to her face, stopping just inches away.
Fear rushed into Raya instantly at the sight of the 9 inches heel.
“O…oh….okay, I think we got off in the wrong foot,” she stammered, hoping Melisande would lower her heel
Thankfully she did.
“That’s all you got lady, two wrong feet’s and fûçking ugly shoes, looking like a peanut paper in a prison cell,” She lowered her leg.
🗣️ Daaaaaaaaaaaamn!!!!
Everyone burst out laughing, staring at her heels
Raya scurried out in embarrassment.
Harrison smiled as he brought out their company card.
“Here, I’m Harrison his assistant. Thank you for helping my boss….”
“It wasn’t free,” Melisande interrupted.
“I expected that, here’s my card, call me,” Micheal said this time.
Melisande glanced at him from head to toe.
“You’re not my type,” she rolled her eyes.
“What the fûçk!” Harrison let out but Micheal held him back.
“What’s your price then?” He asked
Melisande glanced at him from head to toe again, as if taking in his outfit and features
“A billion dollar,”
“Are you fûçking kidding?” Harrison spats, ” Have you ever seen such all your life? With your cheap dress, how dare you?” Harrison bellowed now furious.
Who the hêll charges a billion dollar just like that.
Melisande snapped her finger and Charlotte came over to her with a cheque book.
“I’m not your secretary so call Jane back to work,” Charlotte complained as she handed the cheque book over to her
Melisande completely ignored her, she scrubbed some words in the cheque and when she was done, she passed It to Harrison.
“That’s a billion dollars, you two are still not my type,”
TBC 😁😀😍💖
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