💎 Blackmailed 💄
By
💸 Mr. Billionaire 🎩
By Rosy Johnson
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EPISODE 11&12
♟️ HIDDEN SECRETS ♟️
Turning around to know who it was a hard punch landed on his jaw and he staggered.
Micheal touched his bursted lips and smirked, he didn’t bother to look at the guy who’d just punched him as he focused all his attention to Melisande.
“You want more?” Arthur asked and grabbed his collar.
“Get those fiirthy hands off my boss! Have you lost your d@mn mind?” Harrison bellowed, walking towards them.
Arthur let go of Micheal, turning his attention to the new guy.
“Maybe you should educate your boss on harassment, the next time he Fuçk around my woman again I will make him regret it,” Arthur warned , meaning ever word coming out form his mouth.
“So she has a boyfriend,” Michael thought silently, his hand resting on his broken lips.
This was gonna be fun than he thought or maybe tough, maybe is time he move to the next level.
Micheal and Arthur exchanged glares but both men said nothing, he could see the jealousy in Arthur eyes as he glared with pour hatred as if to just destroy his face.
Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest. How dare the Fuçking guy? Who the h*ll does he think he was to speak to Sande like that? She was his woman and the fact that she rejected the fûçking guy was enough proof for him to stop bothering her cos if he ever sees him near her again, it will be bloody.
“Watch it cos you don’t know who is who?” Harrison said then walked away with Micheal.
Melisande glance at Arthur who gave Harrison the middle finger before turning to her.
“Baby, you good?”
“I don’t need a superman to fight my battles, I can do it myself so stay out of my business,” she went into her car and slammed the door.
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PARKING LOTS
Blaise glance back and forth, waiting for Melisande and Arthur.
He was acutally with Arthur before he offered to go look for Melisande incase things go wrong.
Blaise tapped the earpod upon seeing their target with her supposed boyfriend, they both walked past him with the guys hand on her waist, she kept Sh|tfing the whole time but the guy just hold her tightly.
Blaise was about to go over to them but what the guy did next surprised him. He pulled the girl forcefully in front of him then smacked her hard across the face.
“What was that stunt you pulled back there?” he yelled.
He watched as the girl touched her cheek as if fighting back tears.
“I bought you expensive things and yet you ungrateful slût won’t be happy? Do you know how many girls are begging for my attention?” he yelled again.
“Then go to them! Let’s break up coures I’m tired of this, tired of you, tired of everything!” she fired back.
Almost immediately a loud resounding slap landed on her cheek pulling tears from her eyes.
He grabbed her neck then pulled her to him, staring directly at her soul.
“You are mine until I say it’s over, no one gets to toss me around, I do the dumping so you better behave if you don’t want to be treated like a slave!” he pushed her back and she stagged to another a car.
“You won’t go away with this I promise you,” she sniffed.
He laughed, walking closer to her then he stopped right in front of her.
“Your brother is in Spain, will he come for your rescue from there? I’m a very important person with connections, do you think anyone will belive what you say? You heard the way your friends were praising me in there, caling me the best of the best and wishing they were you and telling you that you are lucky to have me, you won’t do a thing and you have nothing against me,” he smirked.
The girl kept quite, of course he was right. He’d bought her an expensive necklace worth 10M, he put it around her neck in front of her friends proudly and they’d wished he was their boyfriend.
His phone vibrate before ringing out loud, he switched it off then focus on her again.
“I will have to fûçk you till you pass out before letting you go,” he grabbed her arm roughly.
Blaise who was tired of watching the drama came out of his hidding place walking over to them.
“Hello,” he called and they both turned to look at him.
He glared at the girl before shifting his gaze to the guy.
“What do you want?”
“The lady, she don’t look good to me,” Blaise said in his usual calm voice.
“She’s fine, she’s my girlfriend and we are cool so better get going before you get it,” the guy snapped already pissed off.
Blise scoffed.
“Girlfriend?” he raised his brows
She was his girlfriend and he was smacking her face? WTF!
“Let’s go,” the guy grabbed the girls hand but Blise grabbed his collar, slamming his back agianst the Mecedes benz, painful scream tore from his throat.
“Argh!!”
“What do you want? To Füçk her? Find you can do that,” the guy shouted painful
Blaise scoffed.
“You’re acutally giving your girlfriend out to a stranger to Füçk?”
“She’s a slût,” the guy spats
What use was she? She was gonna break up with him anyway so what’s there in keeping her? He don’t even love her cos he has a fiancee who will soon take her place so what’s the need? She’ve got pu$$y.
“I will show you what a slût looks like,” Blaise pulled him away then slammed his back against the car bonnet again, knocking breath out of his lungs.
He slumps to the ground unconscious and Blaise turned to look at the girl only to receive a thud at the back of his head.
Blaise staggered but the thud came again, harder than the first one. His head swagged, his eyes blurry, his knees gave out and he fall heavily. Before his eyes could close he saw Marcus and Kurt pull the girl into their black sudan and speed off.
Darkness clouded him.
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RAILWAY
Benedict stood over the body, taking in the gruesome sight of Holland who has been mangled and broken by the train.
Charlotte was interviewing withnessess nearby but none knew anything about the Kīllêr. The air was filled with the stence of death and the sound of the train rumbling overhead.
Charlottes phone ran and she reached for it only to see her fiance on the screen so she dropped in back into her pocket and continued what she was doing. She has a long way night ahead of her, she needs to figure out something that will help them stop this guy from kîllîng another person.
The details of his particular death is horrific. Just this afternoon Peterson had called 911 and they put him under protection but the Fuçking Kīllêr went for another person, no matter how she tried to understand she just couldn’t get it. Why was this Hunter kîllîng people? What did they do to him? What is his motive?
Meanwhile, Benedict surveyed the scene from his own side, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, in the shadows just beyond the reach of the trains headlgihts, he saw a glint of a matal.
He moved clsoer, his heart pounding as he carefully picked up the object which turned out to be a knife, covered with blood stains.
Benedict nodded begging it as evidence.
“This was a big bake in the case,” he thought “But why did the Kīllêr leave a knife this time? Is it another massage? Or a proof of who he is?
He needed answers and him alone can’t answer his questions.
“I think I found something,” he turned to Charlotte, a sense of urgency in his voice.
Charlotte looked up, her eyes wide with interest.
“What is it?” she asked, walking over to him
Benedict held lup the begged knife to her.
“Found it just by the corner,” he explained.
“You think this might be the murder weapon or another massage?” she asked
Benedict shrugged his heart racing.
“its certainly possible to be an evidence, we can match the blood on the knife to the victim then we will find out, we might have our Kīllêr cos he might have forgotten it,” he replied.
She gave a nod.
“We need to get it to the lap then, I’ll call for a forensics team.” Charlotte replied
Benedict was about to reply when her phone rang again but she ignored it.
“You better pick that,” he said and walked past her.
She pulled off her handgloves before reaching for her phone again.
“Baby,” a male voice came from the speaker.
“I’m at work, can we not do this now?” she asked slowly, as though she didn’t want anyone to hear what she was saying.
“I can see you, look across the road,” her fiance said.
She did as she was told and walking towards her was none other than the same guy Blaise dealt with.
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NEXT MORNING
Raya walked into the house smiling widely, she saw Mrs Stafford in the living room and her smile brighten.
“Raya,” Mrs Stafford called, standing by the staircase.
It’s early in the morning and Micheal is not home so what is she doing here?
“Hey, Mrs Stafford” She smiled, shifting her gaze to Mateo who’s descending the stairs with his backpack hanged on his back.
“You came with him,” Raya added, still keeping the fake smile on her face.
She watched Mateo grt to the last stairs so she spread her arms waiting for him but Mateo Walk past him as though she wasn’t even there.
“My dad has a fiance now so stop showing your ugly face around here,” Mateo rolled his eyes, already by the door.
“Let’s go granny, I don’t want anyone to ruin the morning,” he said rudely and opened the front door walking out.
Raya stood there embarrassed, unable to move! How dare the little shît? Just cos he was Michael’s son doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have manners.
“Have a good day Raya,” Mrs Stafford left with her handbag.
30 MINUTES LATER
Berkeley Hall School
Mateo was done with the registration, he was a transferred student so it didn’t take much of the time.
He walked into the class with his teacher in front of him, the whole class became quite immediately they came in.
Scanning the room with his eyes he took everyone and keep count of them till he reached a particular guy that is sitting in the middle.
Hatred flashed In his eyes
“Introduce yourself, they are waiting,” their teacher Ms Sophia said softly.
“I’m Mateo, I hope we all get along,” He wave at them.
Sophia was called by another teacher so she went outside, not without telling Mateo to take a seat
Mateo walked in as instructed but stopped right in front of Mavericks desk, pour hatred in his eyes.
“You should be running for me cos I will make this school hell for you,” he said seriously.
Maverick looked up at him, was the guy serious? He just joined them today and he’s threatening him, and here he was thinking they could be friends but they looked alike
Screw look alike.
“And why should I do that new bea,” Maverick asked.
Mateo smirked.
“Do you know who my Dad is? I bet you don’t. You let your old woman hit my granny and I will make you pay for it,” Mateo replied, placing his hand in Maverick desk.
“Your granny hit me first,”
“You just watch and see, Bastard!” Mateo spats, he walked over to the chair behind Maverick and settled down.
Maverick wasn’t having it, the is the same thing his mother’s always calls him and he’d allowed it and kept quiet cos he couldn’t do anything but this boy… How dare he?
“Heard you’re the transferred student who’s mother dîêd during childbirth?” Maverick turned to face him
“So what?” Mateo asked h@tëfully.
“Poor woman, you kîllêd her cos you’re a bad child, evil child, Satan baby,” Maverick replied
Almost immediately Mateo launched at him and they both went rolling and rustling on the ground.
“I’m not evil child! I didn’t kill my Momma!!!” Mateo yelled tearfully, turning Mateo to his back and coming on top of him
“You kîllêd her! Evil child!!!” Maverick fired back, and turned him over.
The whole class was a mess as two teachers separates them, taking them directly to the principals office.
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~A LITTLE WHILE~ MICHEAL~
“This is what I found boss,” Harrison said as he handed the files over to Micheal.
They are currently at the back of his limo.
Micheal opened the files, reading through it.
“Boss, why do you want this lady of all people? She’s not your regular type,” Harrison suddenly said.
“That’s exactly why,” Micheal replied
“Huh!”
“You don’t wanna know,” Micheal glanced at him then focus back on the files.
“Boss, I don’t thinks she’s one to be controlled all bossed around,” Harrison said again, he was worried so his boss won’t do something that will attract the public attention.
Michael dates models, actresses so why did he pick interest on this particular rude lady?
“Boss….”
“Your work is done here, thanks for this,” Micheal alighted from the Limo.
His phone began ringing almost immediately and he checked to see Peterson, he wanted to pick up but he also wanted to know why Sande is a puzzle?
He just didn’t want to believe what he saw on all the pictures Harrison gave him.
He’d called his secret agents and he delivered something even more bizarre, it didn’t make sense.
He’s not one to think of woman or run to them but what he’s seeing is far beyond what he’d expected. How could she…..
TBC 😁😀😍 💖
As e dey hot 🥵
