My Sugar And Your Spice

“I have no other choice.” Elyse could no longer stay haughty, not in this situation. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me this time. I know what you want.”

“I do not help those without value to me, and you have lost all your worth,” the man answered coldly.

Elyse’s phone almost fell out of her hand, but her reluctance to admit defeat kept her going. “It’s your fault I became like this. If it weren’t for you, I would still be in a loving relationship with Leo. We’d probably be raising a family by now.”

“Is that so?” The man chortled, which annoyed Elyse.

The mockery in his tone crushed what was left of Elyse’s dignity.

“You were arrogant. You abused the love he gave you. Even if I hadn’t shown up, you would have gone for someone else anyway. It’s sad that you still can’t recognize the error of your ways and that you think it’s someone else’s fault you’re in this predicament. That’s not right,” the man said as softly and indifferently as usual. “Perhaps you might learn a lesson in prison.”

“No, I don’t want to!” Elyse had a meltdown. She couldn’t imagine what prison life would be like. She went there once for a shoot, and it was a dark, dreary place. The days of the inmates were filled with nothing but pain and despair. She would die if she were imprisoned.

“Pull off one last one, then. You need to go all in this time if you want to live.” Then, the man hung up.

Elyse clutched her phone, her face as pale as a ghost, and sweat drenched her forehead. “I need a chance,” she muttered as her mind raced. That’s it. I have an idea.

of heels echoed in the long, dark corridor shrouded in the darkness of night. No other sounds could be heard. Amelie stared at the slip of paper on her hand, illuminated by the flashlight of her handphone. This is where that mystery guy lives. An hour ago, they called her and promised to meet up. Amelie was going to

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what the platform needed, and she knew what the best investment to make

and she froze. I feel something cold on my neck. She reached

attacker gasped in

the wall, their face sticking to the surface sideways. She shone her phone

behind her. Her grip was strong and it threatened to break Elyse’s arm. She let out another gasp, and something

she looked down. A knife. “You

You’re a martial artist?” Elyse thought she could kill Amelie for sure. The knife had already made contact with Amelie’s neck, but before she knew it, Amelie already had her

And I’m not the one who you should be looking for.” Amelie looked at her coldly. “I’m not the one who snitched on you. Someone

save me, Amelie. I’ll do

didn’t expect Elyse to

Tax Bureau evidence of my tax evasion, and he did it for you. He’s also going to sue me for

was surprising what Leo did, but Elyse’s begging surprised her more. “You

looked awkward. She didn’t want to ask Amelie for help, but this was her only option. “Ellen says you’re a kind and generous woman. You’re not petty and you love to help, so why don’t

because I’m kind doesn’t mean I have to help you. You need to get your head checked.” She

to call the cops, but she didn’t