Godiva before mobilizing the girls as th

e youngest. The older sisters shivered with fright when Theresa tried to put them together to explain the situation to them. It was well understood that they were grieved bu

end so many men to come for her, then she expected the worse and wasn't sure if escape was the best option but since she was already at it, she couldn't bear to disappoint Theresa after all she put in for her. She ensured her phone

, she would have never used those routes. Her smart move made it impossible for the men to use their car till they got to the asphalt road, forcing them to chase her on f

ireplace, reading her favourite stories. She also enjoyed playing games on her phone and

ng at them, being a tree branch or unripped fruit, making them stumble, increasing the distance between them. She hoped to rea

he was close to the main road. People who knew her in the neighbourhood t

y voice bellowed. She halted at the sound, almost falling to gravity. She had never heard a voice so husky, mellow and cold, all moulded together. She looked at the driver, his eyes were on the road so she couldn't see his full face, o

her right was a taxi coming at top speed. A fledge of adrenaline swang through her, as she beckoned the taxi. Luckily, the driver had seen her and was slowing down to a stop. Before her little hand reached the door, she felt hersel

ing drunk water too. With her little hands balled into fists, she hit his back as hard as she could but the man showed no sign of pain. "Let me

Her palms were wet from anxiety, her heartbeat skyrocketing. Who was he and where was he taking her? She had no idea but at least she knew it wouldn't be safe to call Theresa at this moment. What if he took the

**

, the stature of the two men in front of the door clouding over her. Her only intent was to waste their time f

't taken it off, seeming rather calm. "Who we are i

rgue," she uttered in a sorrow laced voice and was about to close the door wh

" He asked after

e trembled slig

his hand and shook his head. "You

h her eyes. "Check the next house the

rom the doorway, allowing them access but following closely behind. Why did their father have to tak

taking you

efore the men could take out their guns, concealed in their waistband. Anita, with the help of her sisters, poured a gallon of oil on the floor of the living room, making

n urgent order was communicated. The two men staggered out of the house in a wild goose chase that nearly apprehended

eresa's words to never go down without a fight when an idea popped into her mind. They had driven fo

at and where this man was taking her. She didn't escape to be captured like a chicken. At this juncture, she hated the man on the steering wheel. He ruined ev

a rope, tying her firmer than her seat belt. She had to think fast. They passed a boutique and she scr

ers. "Ten minutes," was all he said. Godiva sighed, her adrenaline for her escape in motion

an unbuckled his seat belt and began following her. Her legs trembled and her dress f

red with chagrin, she held the slit together as she wobbled. Suddenly,

adrenaline level reducing. She stared in

vaguely disregarded her words and kept following her. T

s features were strong and masculine, his muscled body seduced the shirt he wore. At a glance, he looked like he was sculpted from a different planet. The

ivers through her. "What do you want with me? You don't even know me." Her voice shook with every word sh

re he was headed. She thought through her escape plan when she picked a few casual clothes and undies, after changing what she wore before. A pair of Jean trousers

was her turn at the counter, embarrassment reddening her features as she thought of either trading her phone or returning the items. But her old clothes we

her phone when she looked up and the creepy man was sta

sexy philanthropist paid for everything. I wish he was mine," she said day dreamily while admiring the creepy ma

n a hand pressed on her mouth with a gun pointed to her head. It was a