&quot;We should postpone the wedding don&quot;t you think.&quot; Kenzo suggested sitting beside her on the bed. She shook her head slowly.
 &quot;We ain&quot;t doing any of that. Everyone is waiting for our wedding, we can&quot;t just postpone it anymore. I&quot;ll be fine before the wedding.&quot; She exhaled. 
 &quot;How long have I been here?&quot; 
 &quot;A terrible week.&quot; He blurts out before he could stop himself. She gave him a look. 
 &quot;Guess she&quot;s gone right? To the grave. Such a lowlife..&quot; 
 it was Kenzo&quot;s turn to look at her with a glare. 
 He couldn&quot;t say anything else. He didn&quot;t know how he felt these days. 
 He comes ho

He grabbed her hands, taking her to his side. And drag her to his side. She looked puzzled but kept her lips shut. Lucas stood up, wiping the blood off his lips. A sly smile appears on his lips. And then he brought out his gun. Kenzo held Elina behind him. 
 &quot;I wish I could shoot you right now. Destroy your skull.&quot; 
 &quot;You should drop the gun. If you wanna be alive in the next five seconds. And you know what I mean.&quot; 
 &quot;Oh hail the king Kenzo!&quot; He mocked, withdrawing the gun. He turned his gaze towards Elina. 
 &quot;You should come to me, anytime any day. I&quot;ll be there for you. This is my card.&quot; 
 &quot;Get the fuck out of here,&quot; He swept the card off his hand

Elina woke up with a bad headache she&quot;s having such a bad hangover. She groaned, lifting her head from the bed. 
 Damn! 
 She felt like shit. 
 Argh! Standing up from the bed, she sat on her floor with her back leaning on the bed. 
 She saw a note posted on a cup. With the words written. 
 For your hangover. 
 Stretching a little, she pulled the note off the cup and stare at it. Wondering who write it. 
 Nevertheless, she took the cup and drank from it. 
 She felt a little refreshed though. Shutting her eyes. And reopened, gawp at the room she was, it was her room!<span class="Apple-convert

&quot;We should postpone the wedding don&quot;t you think.&quot; Kenzo suggested sitting beside her on the bed. She shook her head slowly.
 &quot;We ain&quot;t doing any of that. Everyone is waiting for our wedding, we can&quot;t just postpone it anymore. I&quot;ll be fine before the wedding.&quot; She exhaled. 
 &quot;How long have I been here?&quot; 
 &quot;A terrible week.&quot; He blurts out before he could stop himself. She gave him a look. 
 &quot;Guess she&quot;s gone right? To the grave. Such a lowlife..&quot; 
 it was Kenzo&quot;s turn to look at her with a glare. 
 He couldn&quot;t say anything else. He didn&quot;t know how he felt these days. 
 He comes home every night, thinking he would find her on the couch waiting or in his room. What he found w

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