PAPA BUCIN - Passion Love Hot Duda
Via Abducted
The clock hanging on the wall had already pointed to the number 11 at night. But Luna was still awake and it was hard to close her eyes. Many times the woman tried to sleep but still could not. His mind was so agitated and his feelings were not calm.
Suddenly he remembered Via, and his mind drifted more and more because his best friend's phone could not be reached.
TING...!!
Luna jumped in shock because of the clinking sound on her phone. The woman moved from the window sill of the open room to check the message that had just entered her phone. Both of Luna's eyes widened in shock after seeing the incoming video.
The woman smothered her mouth with one hand. Her tears just spilled and soaked her beautiful face. In the short video, Via's body is tied to a chair, his beautiful face is covered in bruises and there is an elongated incision on his left cheek. His right eye was swollen as if hit by a blunt object.
TING...!!
Luna's phone clinked again and still from the same email. And without wasting any time the woman rushed towards the place where Via was currently cupped, and Luna couldn't possibly forgive herself if something bad happened to the woman let alone Via being like that because of her.
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A Lamborghini Veneno has just left an office building and is speeding on the deserted streets of Seoul. A handsome yet expressionless man was seen sitting quietly behind the wheel.
His sharp right eye focused on the paved road ahead there. The luxury car drove at high speed making passengers sitting next to it must hold their breath.
The man who was none other than Ken glanced at the man beside him and snorted amusedly. "Ck, open your eyes, Ge. I can't possibly take you to Hell!" ken's lips on the man she's with 'Devan"
"Be quiet, Ken Zhao! How could I open my eyes when I was so scared. I really don't want to die young. I'm not married let alone feel the first night. Huaaa, quickly reduce the speed on your car and do not take me to the brink of death!!" devan shouted with excitement.
Ken rolled his eyes. He thinks Devan is overrated. She did not want to get her brother to have an impromptu heart attack. Ken also chose to give up and reduce the speed on his car.
"Ck, why haven't you changed at all, Ge? Just like before, coward." Cibir Ken while glancing at Devan from the tail of his right eye.
Then Ken stopped his car at a nightclub. Tonight Ken wants to stop there for a bit to treat his boredom. The strong aroma of tobacco and alcohol instantly lingered within his nose as the two of them began to set both feet on the nightclub floor.
A misleading sight immediately greeted their arrival there. There are so many perverted couples who are making love and making hot out in every corner of the room is dim. Ken feels disgusted and wants to vomit to see it while Devan enjoys it.
"Haha! Anybody can kill and capture me when I have a doll that's precious and useful to me."
Ken stopped his steps when he heard a familiar voice waving in his ears. From where he stood he saw a middle-aged man sitting relaxed while enjoying his drink in one of the red chairs in the dimly lit room.
"You mean the young woman you found dying on the side of the road in a terrible accident three years ago?"
"Bingo. And anyway she was in a state of amnesia, and it was certainly very beneficial to me. I can take advantage of his current state to get a profit without having to bother and tired of working. And let alone to be able to remember his family, even his own name he does not remember. Is God not very good to me?"
Ken was still standing there and listening to everything the man had to say. Both of his hands were clenched tightly and his right eye was emitting an enormous fury.
And so far Ken still has not taken any action because he still wants to hear more about the plight story that Luna has experienced so far, so that she can kill the man calmly.
"Like that. I just had to tell them that I was the angel of salvation for that woman, because without my help the poor woman would probably die."
"As long as he's in the hospital I've financed everything and that means he has a lot of debt to me. And after all how could he recall everything if not a single item could remind him of his past."
"And this diamond I picked up before he regained consciousness, it looks like it's a real, expensive diamond. I would be a big profit if I sold it. Aren't I very clever?"
"What about the twins she gave birth to 2 years ago? Is the baby really dead?"
"Yes, they're dead. I gave her a high dose of medication so that the baby would come out faster. As a result she gave birth prematurely and that's what made the two babies die!!"
Ken's emotions are getting unstoppable again. With anger in the air, Ken approached the man. Ken snatched the diamond in his hand and made the man scream loudly. His eyes widened after seeing who was in front of him.
"Tu-Master, Zhao, long time no see. Do you come here often? Please give me the diamond back. It's mine and it's a fake diamond anyway, and isn't the debt between us paid off?"
"Where did you get this diamond?" kenny asked for an explanation.
"Why do you want to know so much, sir, when it's just a fake diamond."
"I asked where did you get this diamond?" ask Ken again.
"I got the diamond from a woman I saved three years ago, and she gave it in return because I helped and cared for her."
Ken grinned coldly. "really?" the man nodded. "But unfortunately I'm not deaf and not amnesiac until I forget everything you just said. You've been using my wife for yourself and putting her in danger."
"You had fun with the money and made him his guarantee. And you've really made a big mistake."
Both of the men's eyes were turned away."Wh-what? Ja-so that woman is your wife? How's it possible?"
"You!! I will never forgive you!!"
DORR....!!!
Ken fired it at the man brutally. There were at least 7 bullets lodged in his chest and head. Although many eyes watched it.
But none of them dared to react let alone report about the murder to the police because they did not want to be the same fate as the man surnamed Zhao.
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