Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Sheila’s eyes fluttered open, and as her vision cleared, she realized she was tied to a chair. Panic surged through her veins as her gaze fell upon the lifeless bodies of popular models strewn across the room. It all suddenly made sense. George was a killer, and she was next on his list.

Her heart rate picked up as fear welled up in her she didn’t know she had been relating and being in contact with a killer and a criminal. She had always known that something was wrong with him and the way he does his things but now it all makes sense he was a killer and who knows maybe he wanted to get Lotto show also kill her.

But why? Why does he have this sick obsession to kill why does he want to take the life of young models, her heart was racing and pummeling so fast against her chest that she didn’t even know what to do.

But despite the way she felt she felt a new sense of living and reality. She has been so down on her obsession with Peter that it has clouded her adjustment that she can’t even decipher what is right and what is wrong. But that’s hard to stop now she was going to make the right decision.

She found her obsession with Peter slowly growing into a sense of protection for Peter and everything he cared about. She knew he cared about Lotus and she was going to make sure that George’s plans did not work.

Determination welled up within her, and she knew she had to escape.

Struggling against her restraints, Sheila frantically looked around for any possible means of escape. The room was dimly lit, and the walls seemed to close in around her. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she fought to free herself. Just as she was on the verge of breaking free, the door swung open, and George sauntered in with his men, a sinister smile dancing on his lips.

“Well, well, Sheila. It seems your time is up,” George sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “There’s no use keeping you around any longer.”

Sheila’s heart pounded in her chest as fear washed over her. “Please, George, let me go!” she pleaded, her voice quivering with desperation. “I won’t tell anyone what happened here, I promise!”

Lies. She knew herself that she was going to snap his throat if she could get free from the chains that held her bound to the chair.

A derisive chuckle erupted from George’s throat. “Oh, Sheila, I’m afraid it’s far too late for negotiations. You know too much, and I can’t risk you ruining my plans.”

Tears welled up in Sheila’s eyes as she trembled under the weight of impending doom. “You won’t get away with this,” she hissed, mustering all the strength she could find.

George smirked, his eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure. “Oh, my dear, I assure you, I always get away with everything. Now, enough chit-chat. It’s time to put an end to this.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Before Sheila could react, George pulled out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at her. Time seemed to slow down as she stared down the barrel of the weapon. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, piercing her eardrums, and darkness engulfed her.

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Meanwhile, across town, Peter had just finished his morning routine and was preparing to leave his opulent mansion. As he stepped out into the driveway, his eyes fell upon a horrifying sight. Sheila’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, surrounded by a pool of crimson. His breath caught in his throat, and his mind reeled in shock. Though he hadn’t loved her, he never expected her life to be mercilessly snuffed out.

Panicking, Peter quickly dialed the emergency services. “Please, send an ambulance immediately! There’s been a murder!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency.

He ran his hands through his hair he didn’t know what to do. Even if he did not like Sheila or have anything to do with her, that doesn’t mean he wanted her dead.

Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, and paramedics rushed to Sheila’s side, desperately trying to revive her. Peter stood there, his heart heavy with guilt and remorse. He wished he had treated her better, wished he hadn’t taken her for granted. But now, it was too late.

Days later, a somber atmosphere hung in the air as Sheila’s loved ones gathered for her funeral. The cemetery was adorned with floral arrangements, their vibrant colors contrasting with the gloom that permeated everyone’s hearts. Tears glistened in the eyes of her friends and family as they paid their final respects.

Peter stood silently, his face etched with sorrow. Although his relationship with Sheila had been fraught with indifference, her tragic demise had awakened a sense of regret within him. He realized he had let opportunities for kindness and love slip through his fingers. Thoughts of what could have been gnawed at his soul, and he vowed to cherish those he cared for in the future.

As her casket was lowered into the ground, a sorrowful silence settled over the mourners. Sheila’s untimely death served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of appreciating those who brighten our existence. The poignant farewell marked the end of a life filled with untapped potential and left an indelible mark on all who knew her.

Peter went back to his office ready to drown in his thoughts. He suddenly felt guilty, he had made her feel less of a human and now the way it looked she was either more that or she committed suicide. But what he didn’t understand what why they dropped her dead body right at his gate.

In no time the news of Sheila’s death spread around and blogger found different side of the storage to use to gain more views and followers but all Peter wanted was to find out what exactly happened to Sheila but he knew was going to get justice for her.