Once, my paranoid love

I looked for Elena, but she was nowhere to be found. The ballroom, once vibrant with the twirl of dancers, felt empty and foreboding as I scanned the crowd. Panic tightened its grip on me, and I abruptly stopped dancing, my mind racing to understand what had transpired.

“Elena!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the music like a desperate plea. The name echoed in the cavernous space, but there was no response. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

I had a peek around, lowering the volume of the music in my mind as I scanned the room.

“What’s the problem, Mr. Derek?” Nikita, a friend from the social circle, approached me with a concerned expression. I turned to her, my frustration evident.

“Where has Elena gone?” I demanded, my voice laced with urgency.

Nikita hesitated before responding, “Perhaps elsewhere, with someone.” Her words hung in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled, the words exploding in a burst of anger. Nikita flinched, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of fear. My composure, once unshaken, now crumbled under the weight of uncertainty.

“I honestly don’t know,” she murmured, attempting to diffuse the tension.

My rage intensified, fueled by the fear that gnawed at my insides. “You can’t fathom what I’ll do to you if I can’t find her,” I seethed, my threats punctuated by the raw intensity of the moment.

Nikita, now visibly frightened, took a step back. “Even your father won’t be able to save you,” I spat, my words laced with a desperation that bordered on madness.

I yelled, “Mr Kai, instruct everyone to search for this place, and I need the CCTV footage right now.”

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I felt like I was in a car, the gentle hum of the engine creating a rhythmic backdrop to my disoriented consciousness. The fatigue weighed heavily on me, making it difficult to open my eyes fully. A warm sensation on my cheek hinted at a comforting touch, and someone’s fingers traced a tender path down my face.

In my exhausted state, I struggled to focus. When I managed to crack my eyes open, the world appeared hazy, a blur of shapes and colors. I squinted, trying to make sense of my surroundings, and that’s when I noticed a man in the driver’s seat. His features were indistinct, softened by the fuzzy haze that enveloped my senses.

Summoning my strength, I attempted to address him. “Umm, hey,” I mumbled, my words slurred and barely audible.

A voice, filled with concern and affection, reached me from the other side of the haze. “Baby, are you awake?” The words hung in the air, a lifeline connecting me to a reality that seemed just beyond my grasp.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

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“Fuck off!” I screamed, frustration and fear surging through me like a tidal wave. I stomped my foot on the chair.

“How could she be missing in such a way?” The words echoed in the room, filled with a potent mix of anger and helplessness.

“Derek,” Mr. Kai replied, his voice tense, “we’ll find out in this footage.”

“If anything happens to her, Mr. Kai, I’m going to destroy everything,” I threatened, my voice a low growl of desperation.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you remain with your wife?” Nikita interjected callously, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. The audacity of her statement fueled the fire in me.

“It was in her nature for her to sleep with new males,” she continued, her tone mocking and cold. A wave of rage surged within me, but before I could unleash it, Mr. Kai intervened sharply. “Shut up,” he commanded, his gaze stern.

I glared fiercely at Nikita. She had no right to say such things about my wife, especially in a moment of vulnerability. The room hung heavy with unspoken threats and accusations.

“What dad I- ah,” Nikita’s words were cut short as my hand connected with her cheek in a resounding slap.

She crumpled to the ground, the impact of the blow reverberating through the room. I stood over her, ready to unleash my anger, but before I could take another step, Obin appeared, diffusing the escalating tension.

He handed me a cell phone, his voice steady. “Sir, we found madam’s phone in the middle of the floor.”

“Not at all. She can’t possibly be. I know who did it,” I muttered to myself, the pieces of a twisted puzzle slowly falling into place. The conviction of my thoughts fueled a growing rage within me as I sought answers.

“Where is that guy, Obin?” I demanded, my gaze sharp and accusatory.

“Did you invite him?”

I turned my gaze towards Nikita, suspicion etched across my face.

“What’s he saying, dad?” Nikita asked her father, her voice tinged with unease.

“What exactly is he saying, honey? What exactly is he talking about?” Mr. Kai inquired, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Frustration and anger boiled within me as I confronted Nikita. “Why did you invite him?” I screamed, seizing her hair in a fierce grip. Obin attempted to intervene, pleading, “Boss.”

“Derek, go away from my daughter,” Kai commanded, a tone of authority cutting through the chaotic atmosphere.

A sharp cry pierced the air, and I recoiled.

“Ahh!” The pain was not mine; it belonged to Nikita, who bore the brunt of my fury.

“I invited him, Mr. Derek. He is on his way and will arrive shortly. He’ll be discussing our marriage with my father today,” Nikita declared, her voice steady despite the physical and emotional turmoil.

“Damn it!” The exclamation escaped my lips, a culmination of frustration and helplessness.

“Boss, we’ve found something!” Obin’s voice cut through the air, breaking the tense silence. His urgent tone hinted at a potential breakthrough.

I raced towards him as he shouted up, the sense of urgency pushing me forward. As I reached Obin, I saw the unfolding scene on the screen-the footage, a visual testament to the events that had just transpired.

I murmured, “He took her.”