Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 101

Jared’s number anyway. As if the Gods were screwing with her, Jared’s phone was switched off!

‘What the hell? We were just talking on the phone a moment ago.’

Debbie called Kasie, Dixon, and lastly Kristina. All of them had turned off their phones. ‘Hah! Just when I need them the most, none of them can be reached. What kind of friends are they?’ Debbie was so frustrated she wanted to smash her phone. She gritted her teeth angrily. When she raised her head, she saw rows of tombstones standing there. It was as if they were all looking at her. Her heart started trembling and the cold breeze drove shivers down her spine.

“Um… be cool, guys. Rest in peace. I am not looking for any trouble,” she muttered, as she spun around to make sure nothing was behind her.

Meanwhile, her friends had been taken to a restaurant. A few men, dressed in black, had taken their phones and confined them to a room.

Completely unaware of what was happening to Debbie, they enjoyed the gourmet food spread out on the table.

the cemetery, more than ten minutes had passed, but Debbie still hadn’t been able to call in a car or a taxi to get her out of that terrifying place. Anxious, scared, and alone. Salty tears spilled over onto her cheeks leaving a tight, dry feeling. Crouching under a tree, she kept calling her

ground. ‘That asshole Carlos. What an arrogant, insensitive bastard to Leave me alone here like this! What did I do wrong in my previous Life for God to make me

Please don’t come near me. Please, please, please, please…”

I make it out of here alive, I swear I’ll never speak to you guys again. Oh, help me, God.’ She wondered what her friends were doing and she couldn’t understand why her best friends had all ditched her when she needed them

had put her in such a difficult position in the

man. No wonder you have been single for the past 28 years.’ Then she realized something was wrong with that sentence. ‘Oh, right. He is my husband. We have been married for three years.’

be single for the

to contact everyone else on her phone, but the line didn’t connect her even once. Debbie sat there, tired and dejected, as

Left, her husband, the last person she wanted to

and dialed Carlos’ number. Due to the lousy reception, she couldn’t connect through

me back home…” she blurted as soon as the phone was connected. Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, the

was bordering on

each other; he had tried to force her into school when she