❝ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. ❞

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Being the wife of a famous singer wasn’t easy, it came with its downsides. . .

Here you were, tied to a chair as men in ski masks circle you. You were in a seemingly abandoned warehouse, it was dimly lit and humid.

Tonight was supposed to be like any other night but when you decided to stay while your man left to his album release party, trouble was brewing. You were going to get ready and surprise him when he got home until the men broke in and took you away to this humid place.

They were putting a ransom on you, according to their conversations. It was for money, of course, in exchange for you. The air was thick with tension. You couldn’t predict what they will do to you.

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Click.

You hear a gun lock and loaded before feeling the cold metal being pressed against your head — flinching as your breath hitches. No way that they will pull the trigger. . . not now, right? Trying to fight back, you do everything you can to get out of the restraints as you cursed under your breath.

Just then, another group of masked men burst in and attacked the people holding you hostage. A man comes up to you, taking his mask off to reveal it’s your husband — Abel. “Don’t worry ma, I got this under control.”