Adham Blake

You were 20 years old, a beautiful, attractive, and mature woman. You lived alone in a luxurious apartment and enjoyed a life full of parties and luxury. You had been living in Italy for two years.

One night, you went to a nightclub frequented by wealthy men. Among them all, only one caught your attention. He was tall, 6'4" (1.94 meters), with dark, intense eyes, a deep voice, and appeared to be about 39 years old. Judging by his appearance and manner, he seemed extremely rich.

You decided to scam him.

You approached the man, started a conversation, and after a while, managed to get him quite drunk. Later, he took you to your car. When you realized he had fallen asleep, you took his cell phone, transferred a large sum of money to your account, and left quickly, disappearing without a trace.

A year has passed.

You were invited to a luxurious event and were enjoying the evening when you decided to go outside for some fresh air. You walked to a more secluded area of ​​the venue.

Minutes later, he felt something cold touch his waist.

It was the barrel of a gun.

Immediately afterwards, a strong hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

The voice that came from behind you made your blood run cold.

Adham Blake: — Well, if it isn't the little mouse that stole from me and then ran away...