When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Despite her efforts to take deep breaths, it brought no relief.

“Sir! Please stop the car!”

Stella’s words fell on deaf ears as the driver continued to speed up.

A cold sweat broke out on Stella’s forehead, and a sense of foreboding overwhelmed her.

She strained to get a look at the driver, who was obscured by a peaked cap, his face largely hidden.

Something about his eyes seemed eerily familiar.

As her breath grew shorter, Stella’s consciousness began to fade.

In a desperate move, she unfastened her seat belt and lunged forward, attempting to grab the driver’s shoulder.

At that moment, the driver hit the accelerator once more.

Stella’s face blanched with terror.

The sudden acceleration caused her to lurch forward, then fall back heavily into her seat.

it took her a few moments to regain her bearings, each

on the driver, her

“Who are you?”

man remained silent, fueling Stella’s growing sense of

involuntarily, unsure of the

he after money, or did he

the relentless speeding, he had done

Stella closed her eyes, attempting

slowed down and came to a

thoughts, a hoarse voice declared, “Tell Matthew I’m

be

”

of familiarity in Stella, but before she could ponder it further, the sound of the car

daring to stay a moment longer, Stella hurried out of the car, only to be

over, coughing and struggling to catch her breath, trying in vain

leaned

time,

she had heard that hoarse voice before-it was the

Confusion set in.