THE INSATIABLE



                                               Prologue 

  “Leo, a paramour to both mother and her daughter?” 

  The horror of this duality struck her with the force of a tempest, leaving her gasping in its wake, aghast at the dual role he had so slyly played. 

 “But you were involved with Laura, yet concurrently, you were hooked up with her mother too,” Daniele Luciana said, blinking back tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks, fighting hard to keep them at bay. 

 “It’s not entirely true, Daniele. Moreover, what I had with Laura was more than just physical. We had an understanding,” Leo tried to explain. 

 “Truth is a very powerful thing, Leo. It can shatter every illusion that’s been built on lies, it has capacity to destroy every façade crafted from cunning hypocrisy” she said, hinting at the tortuous nature of their relationships and the potential consequences of their actions. 

         He lifted his back, straightened his torso, and sat upright on the bed facing her, his bare legs surrounded by hers and intimate, he pulled her into a gentle embrace and drew her into a kiss. 

 “I am in the know about the mastermind of the tragedy that fell upon you, nonetheless my lips remain sealed by a vow to protect you, my love, and my loyalty remains abiding, for I am bound by an oath to shield you from harm once more. Dearest Daniele, do not worry about me, for without the love I bear for you, life itself would lose its meaning.” 

          Then, in a sudden and irrevocable twist of fate, the air shattered with the deafening report of a gunshot, a muffled sound echoed through the room like a thunderclap. The bullet found its mark, piercing Marcus Ramsay’s abdomen with merciless precision, his once sturdy frame crumbled like a bastion under siege. His body arced backwards in a menacing fall, crashing to the floor in a silent thud, his expression frozen in a mask of disbelief as the finality of death claimed him. 

          The shockwave of the moment rendered Michelle and Laura mute witnesses, their appearance etched with a picture of dread and disbelief at the abrupt and violent conclusion wrought by Laura’s impulsive hand. And as if the gun itself possessed a silencing enchantment, the sound of the gunshot faded into a heavy, suffocating silence that covered the room like a shroud. Laura Veneto stood transfixed, her body trembling with reality crashing down upon her, the consequence of the tragedy spread before her eyes. 

          The lifeless body of Marcus Ramsay was now lying sprawled upon the unforgiving ground, in a heart-rending evidence of the chaos and devastation that had happened in the blink of an eye.


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