Danger

***###*The night at leo house late midnight conversation with her friend*****~~###

Emily's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. Her friend, Rihanna, a renowned singer, texted:

"Hey girl, where were you last night? You weren't home."

Emily hesitated before responding:

"I'm fine, Ri. I stayed at a friend's place."

Rihanna's reply was instant:

"Don't trust anyone easily, Em! What if he's a sick weirdo? I know it's normal to feel sparks, but be careful."

Emily chuckled, knowing Rihanna's concerns stemmed from love.

"Relax, Ri. We're getting engaged soon. He helped me out, and I'll return the favor. No need to ask Grandpa for money."

Rihanna's response was laced with skepticism:

"Alright, whatever you say, baby girl. Just hope he's not using you. Be careful, especially with your aunt coming up. You know she'd do anything for money."

Emily joked:

"You little witch! Alright, talk later."

Rihanna signed off:

"Bye, baby girl. Don't forget to miss me. Wish I was there; I'd make your cute bf jealous asf."

~~~###***PRESENTLY ****###

Unbeknownst to Emily, her aunt's malicious intentions simmered beneath the surface.

Before Emily passed out, she heard her aunt's hushed conversation with her husband.

"Yes, the little bitch is hers, I told you she's still pure... The money is too small."

Emily's phone was on speaker, and Rihanna's concerned voice still echoed.

Leo, oblivious to the danger, waited anxiously for Emily's call.

He had a nagging feeling something was off, but he pushed it aside.

"She'll call me," he reassured himself.

As the hours ticked by, Leo's unease grew.

He couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom.

Normally, Leo never slept, but exhaustion claimed him.

His last thought was of Emily, and the haunting feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Meanwhile, Emily's aunt smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"The little wench thinks she's escaped, but she's just begun to play my game."

The game I have alway disired to play with smart strong bitches .