Chapter 8 - Jessica Attempts To Pack Her Bags And Flee
Realizing the game was entirely lost, Jessica scrambled up from the floor and bolted down the grand hallway.
She threw open the double doors of the master bedroom, rushing toward the walk-in closet with frantic speed.
She dragged down two large leather designer suitcases from the top shelf, dumping clothes onto the floor.
She tossed diamond necklaces, expensive watches, and bearer bonds into her velvet handbag with shaking hands.
Before she could zip the second suitcase shut, the bedroom door clicked open with a heavy, echoing snap.
Mark stood in the entryway, blocking her only exit route down the sweeping marble staircase.
“You’re not going anywhere, Jessica,” Mark said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“The estate gates are locked, and the local precinct has already dispatched a patrol unit to the property.”
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Jessica shrieked in absolute rage, grabbing a heavy crystal perfume bottle from the vanity and hurling it at him.
Mark dodged the flying glass easily as it shattered against the wall behind him into a thousand glittering pieces.
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