After many weeks of searching, no one heard anything from Vera. The police had not found any leads, and this made Donald worried. He knew he could do nothing about it, but he kept on making every possible move he could think about.He went to the police station every day, asking for updates on the case. The detectives told him that they were doing everything they could, but they had no leads.Donald felt helpless. He didn't know what else he could do to find Vera. He started looking for clues on his own. He decided to visit Rodney's antique store if he could achieve something.He had called the phone numbers of the kidnappers after the last time he saw them give them money, but their numbers were no longer going through.He was desperate to find Vera before she would be killed, and he knew that he just had to do something.One day, he decided to visit Rodney's antique store where his Secretary had once bought antiques from. She had described the place to him, so he went there. He hope

As Rodney entered the dimly lit room, his eyes locked onto Vera's, who was sitting in a corner, with her eyes filled with fear and confusion.Her dishevelled appearance and the marks of captivity on her face only seemed to fuel Rodney's amusement. He could hardly contain himself as he approached her, a wicked grin playing on his lips."Vera, my dear," Rodney said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You certainly know how to entertain me."Vera looked up at him, her eyes brimming with a mix of fear and defiance. She knew she was at his mercy, but she refused to let him see her weakness. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.Rodney's laughter echoed through the room, sending a shiver down Vera's spine. "Oh, Vera, you are something. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out about what you did?"Confusion washed over Vera's face as she struggled to understand what he meant. "What did I do? I don't know what you're talking about."Rodney leaned in clo

Vera had always been wary of Rodney. She had tried to avoid him as much as possible, but because they lived in the same house, this feat seemed impossible.It was a Friday evening, and Rodney had been drinking heavily before he came in. As soon as he arrived home, he pressed his body against Vera's body and whispered in her ear, "I want to have you, Vera. I've always wanted you."Vera had tried to push him away, but Rodney was stronger than she was. He had forced her to kiss him, and when she had tried to pull away, he had grabbed her hair and held her in place.The kiss had turned into something more, and before Vera knew it, Rodney had taken her right on one of the sofas in the sitting room.Vera was horrified. She had never wanted anything to do with Rodney, but since the time they married, he always had his way. She knew the consequences of resisting him and she was not ready for it."I'm married to you now, Vera, and you have no right to resist me at any point in time. I can have

The next day, one of Rodney's men finally found Vera and brought her to the house. Rodney was waiting for her, his anger simmering just below the surface. He had been waiting for this moment, and he was determined to make Vera pay for what he believed she had done.He accused her of killing the dead man, and Vera explained that she had to do it because he was trying to take advantage of her. She told Rodney about how the man tried to attack her, and how she had fought back with all her strength. She showed him the scars on her arms and legs, proof of the struggle she had endured.Rodney listened to her story, his face darkening with rage. He couldn't believe that one of his men would try to take advantage of his wife. He felt a sense of betrayal, both by the man who had died and by the men who had failed to protect his family.But as he listened to Vera's story, something shifted inside him. He realized that he had been wrong about her all along. He had treated her like a possession,

Rodney looked around the room and almost immediately, his excitement was shattered by a shocking sight.Lying motionless on the floor were his loyal and trusted men, his right-hand men who had been with him for years. The usually vigilant group now appeared helpless and defeated."What? Who did this?!" Rodney asked Vera, his voice thundering. He moved close to the men and checked if they were still breathing and he found out that they were dead."I said who did this?!" Rodney asked again his voice thundering in anger.Rodney's mind raced with thoughts of who could have perpetrated such an act, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the one person who had the most to gain from it all—Vera.With a mixture of disbelief and anger, Rodney's eyes met Vera's trembling form standing at the edge of the sitting room. Her usually composed demeanour was shattered, replaced with a fragile fear that consumed her entire being. Rodney's voice echoed through the house, filled with accusation and rage.