The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Gun

"DOES EVERYTHING WORK?!?" " The wedding planner applauded before asking her colleagues whether everything was ready and if there were any other issues. From the location to the videographer. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I'm all dressed in my gown and simply waiting for the videographers and the vehicle I'll be riding to the chapel. But I'm curious because it hasn't arrived as of yet. They already called the driver but it has not arrived yet. Cassandra and Stanley had already gone to church.

I've been feeling a lot better since Stanley saw me in the bridal gown. I just dismissed it since I was probably overthinking it.

The door opened and I saw the photographer and videographer enter. They have already prepared my gown. Even out of the house they take video and picture shots of me. When we came out, I thought the car was already there but it still isn’t there until now. I looked at the watch in my hand and then bit my lip because the wedding was about to begin.

The rest of who is with me didn't even know what to do or who to call. Because I didn’t want Stanley to think anything negative I decided to call him. I just hope he holds his phone so that this day will not be delayed. Maybe the next time the wedding is postponed, I really won't be able to attend.

I approached a woman who helped me earlier to put on the wedding gown and touched her to ask if I could borrow her phone to call Stanley.

“Miss, can I borrow your phone?” I smiled at her so that I could approach her better but I was surprised when she walked away from us. I was stunned by what she did.

I followed her and put my palm over my mouth when I saw where she was heading and a man handed her a gun. My guests were preoccupied with contacting the driver, so they didn't notice me. My gown is likewise filthy.

The woman looked around, and I hastily concealed as she glance my location. I turned to look at the man who had given her the rifle, but he was no longer there. When I returned my gaze to the woman, I noticed a vehicle parked in front of her. When I discovered it was what I was going to use for the wedding, my eyes opened even more.

I dashed back to where my guests were. I saw that they were relaxed when they saw me, and I was startled when the car I was intending to use came, but it was not the one the woman had used. I became concerned about what may happen.

I jumped into the car without thinking to hurry to the church.

What's going on? I'm dumbfounded.

Before the driver started the car, I opened the window and looked at the woman who had helped me earlier. The wedding organizer looked back at me and approached the window. I held in her hand while something was racing in my heart. I can no longer explain how I feel.

“What is the name of the woman who helped me earlier when I put on the gown?” I held out my hand, so I could hold the hand of the wedding organizer.

Suddenly, her reaction changed, she became perplexed. Her eyes were full of suspicions. As if she didn’t understand what I wanted to say.

“The short-haired woman?” She asked back and still didn't remove her hand that I was fastening until now. The driver didn't move the car either.

I nodded but couldn't bring myself to declare she had the answers. I reckon that the hand movements of a forbidden clock are significant. Its prohibited flicking should be admired.

My legs were already trembling from my agitation at her second addition, but instead of responding, she pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of the woman I had questioned her about. Stolen

images appear as the woman entering from my room. I borrowed her phone to double-check. I couldn't paint my face when I knew it was her.

“There she is. What is her name?” I looked at the driver who was also looking at us to show him that he should be ready for our departure. The others with the wedding organizer who were left also approached.

“But … Miss Caroline, I thought she was with you. She doesn't talk to us, so I thought she was your assistant.” She looked at her friends to make sure none of them knew the woman. “Do any of you know that woman?”

My heart pounded as they shook at the same time. I looked at the driver, and he quickly sound the car. I couldn't even close the window because of the car's speed. It was only on my getaway that it was closed. I was biting my nails with extreme anxiety.

“Ma'am, I'm sorry for the delay; I was simply caught off guard when the tire went flat. I also couldn't update you since my phone died.” I couldn't understand what the driver was saying to me because I was too focused on the road and calculating how many minutes we had till we were at church.

The driver was likewise deafeningly quiet.

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My heart couldn't stop racing as soon as the car screeched to a halt. It's as if there's air in it; there's a hole through which air enters and surrounds my heart. And the earth beneath my feet appeared to shift with each step I made. I felt as though I were short of breath.

As we neared the church, the entrance was closed. Every step I take is heavy, and I feel it would be better not to open it because of the peace. It was a wedding, but I didn't have a good moment. As I expected, there was no guard outside.

I swallowed three times before I finally opened the door.

When I discovered what was going on inside, it was as though my feet wanted to run. My lips were soon covered by a hand, and the main door closed again. I cast my gaze outside to the individuals who, like me, wanted to fear as a result of the firearms aimed at them. We were encircled by a large number of armed guys. They were dressed like soldiers, but I knew they weren't from the police.

As I saw the rifle pointing at my daughter's head and a pistol at the back of Stanley's head, the cactus pierced my heart. My eyes welled up with tears. It seemed as if sand was being sucked into them because all I wanted to do was close them and experience the anguish with every tear in my eye.

I'm not sure who aimed the weapon at my daughter, but she was the woman I saw earlier who wasn't with the wedding organizer. I knelt, even though my mouth was still covered by someone. Not only that, but I pressed my forehead on the unclean, chilly white tiles. The person who had covered my lips did not prevent me from communicating and let go of me.

Because we were all quiet, and my voice, coupled with my emotions, rang out in church. I trembled on the floor as if I was speaking to that person. I glanced up when I heard the gunfire. My legs were shivering, and the make-up and liquid mascara had already joined my tears.

The rifle was pointed at the ceiling. Something dropped from the ceiling, but I let it go and pressed my fingers to my lips to stop the quivering. I walked on my knees as if I were going to pray in front of the altar; the only difference was that everyone within the church was on the verge of collapse.

“W-Who are you? … *sob *” I put my palms together as though in prayer. My gestures are in sync with where I am; the only difference is that I am not praying. I am kneeling because I want to rescue my kid and to save them.

It's a horror to see Cassandra sleeping blissfully in Stanley's arms as a rifle is leveled at her. I'm like jelly because anything I'm doing to stand up is falling back into place. Cassandra did not wake up even though the gunshots were heard and others yelled responding to what the woman had done.

“Why are you doing this?” Stanley said, his voice firm and devoid of fear. I could see he was resisting his dread because his eyes were icy. Fear not for himself, but for my daughter, I know.

Why wasn't this the first person I met? I hope my heart acknowledges him now. If only his shoes and feet were the first things I noticed when the calamity occurred, maybe my life would be so much better now. I would not have to live in fear and won't breathe in life as if I had been doubtful.

The woman remained silent responding to his question. The woman's stare shifted as if she was already suffocating my body with her mind. It seemed as though every look she gave me stabbed my entire soul.

With frightened eyes, I resisted her gaze, to show that I had no intention of fighting her and that she needed to let us go because I had never seen her in my entire life.

“Mmmm … WUAAAAAHHHHH!”

At the same time, the people looked at the weeping Cassandra. I could not move even one finger. I gasped. Furthermore, I didn’t let out air, I locked it inside my throat. It was as if I was about to die from a lack of oxygen.

My prematurely scared and dreading eyes were as if I was encountering a ghost as I was walking. Anyone would see my expression now, but because of their outcry, they lost all attention.

“OH MY GOSH !!!”

“AHHH!!!”

“STOP PLEASE!”

Mixed voices rang out inside the church. They accompanied my daughter's wail because of the woman's sudden howl. Some people hold their mouths and ears.

“SHUT UP!” She fired again. The way she aimed the gun seemed like it was not new to her. What she was doing seemed ordinary to her.

This appears to be what existed to me before. Maxine and her buddy were enraged. They think it's usual for them to do nasty and terrible things. It's the same as not taking your child's game seriously.

She aimed it towards my daughter once again and yelled into Cassandra's ear. Because her lips were so near to Cassandra's ear, my daughter's ear seemed to be bleeding. Stanley, on the other hand, did not hesitate to move and turned my daughter's face away from the woman who appeared to be a psycho. Even to the asleep kid, she is vexed.

“You're, what aunt Reya and Beatrice are saying?” I was taken aback by her query as she leveled her gun at me. Many people encircled me, gripping my arms, even though I had no intention of fighting.

“What do you mean?”