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"It's been two days, two days and you have only told us not to go after Jenna Hanks, after that stunt you pulled. What exactly are you making us look like, sir?" Luke demanded with a stern look on his face as the silent Jonathan stood, leaning on the inner balcony of his house, overlooking the living room below.

Luke sighed and raked his fingers through his disheveled hair, and made an irritated noise in his throat.

"Listen, I know that she is your wife and you probably still love her but we have to arrest her for her crimes, that's what we do. Leaving her unattended can make her come after any other person, especially any female friends you have, since she killed Vera because she may have been insecure and felt that the relationship was going down the drain," Luke reasoned and watched as Jonathan raised the glass he had been holding, to his lips, taking a sip out of his transparent alcoholic drink.

Jonathan side glanced the fuming man and just shrugged. Just when he was about to open his mouth to speak, the front door was pushed open by Jenna's mother. He blinked hard and stood straight as the caramel skinned woman looked around until her eyes shifted up at them.

"You!" She yelled and began to make her way up the stairs until she got to them. "What have you done to my daughter?! What is this I hear?!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes at the distressed, middle aged woman who was looking between him and Luke, her brown eyes were wide and plump lips pinched into a pout. Her shoulder length hair was swept in all angles, showing more distress with her shoulders raised.

"Are you Mrs. Harriet Okafor?" Luke asked in a light tone and the woman nodded shortly. "Well, I hope that you know that your daughter has murdered two innocent persons, ma'am."

"Oh, hell no! Don't you think I know who my daughter is? I raised her right and you cannot lie to my face about such!" The woman retorted with her hard gaze on Jonathan, who was silently staring down at the living room, still drinking his alcohol.

"Ma'am, there are evidence of the fact that she's guilty," Luke added with a scowl and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Is that so? Because this man here could be responsible for it. My daughter has called to complain how irresponsible and disrespectful this bastard over here has been to her. She's cried so many times about how this man standing here has cheated on her and her loyalty. He must've even plotted with his wench to frame her!" Harriet yelled and was about to smack Jonathan but got blocked by Luke who held both her arms to her sides.

"Well, the wench you speak of, is one of the people she murdered, ma'am," Luke said to the woman who only looked him up and down in an incredulous manner.

Jonathan took a sip out of his glass cup and gazed silently at the hard breathing woman who was struggling within the grasp of the cop, who even looked on the verge of losing his mind. He snorted and walked away from them to his bed room, sat on the bed and smashed the glass on the floor with a pained expression on his face.

"Can I just wake up from this dream?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Where did we go wrong to have dark clouds over us? My wife's gone, my best friend?"

He placed his elbows on his knees and placed his hands on his cheeks. He let out a heavy sigh and massaged his temples.

"How do I lure her out to me?" He mused after a momentary silence.

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Jenna furrowed her eyebrows the moment she heard a soft knock on the front door of the condominium, which made her heart drop in fear as to who could've found out where she was. She stood up from the bed she was laying on and walked quietly with her bare feet out of the room and into the living room.

As she made it closer to the door, she immediately looked down and saw a big brown envelope on the floor, which she hesitantly picked up before looking out the window. She saw the retreating back of a black cladded person who had a feminine step but dressed in a man's outfit that seemed oversize on her. She kept her gaze on the person, until the stranger left the environment that she looked away.

Jenna backed away and licked her dry lips then stared down at the envelope between her hands. She swallowed and made her way to the kitchen where she got herself a glass of cold water.

"Why would anyone drop this off, when I'm sure they know no one lives here for now? Whoever did this, may know something I don't," she said and scratched the back of her head before opening the envelope. When she was done, she peeped into the dark envelope and could only make out what looked like photographs, which she pulled out impatiently.

Jenna looked through the photos, nose flaring in anger, eyes changing into a dark gaze and bottom lip between her teeth as she went through the photos of Jonathan in their favorite club with a woman, then another of them in his car kissing, a photo of them on their bedroom and a photo of them another day, walking together in the park talking until they separated after a hug.

"It's been days since I left and killed Vera and my husband is still going around, cheating on me?" She asked in a cracked voice while her eyes started to brim with tears.

Jenna began to breath heavily as she looked through the pictures again before walking briskly to the cooker, put it on and dumped the pictures on the large flames. She watched with tears clouding her eyes as it began to burn slowly. When she saw that they didn't burn properly, she angrily placed her hand on the cooker, for the purpose of picking it up, which burnt her, making her scream in pain and yanking her hand away.

She dropped to the floor and began to cry out in pain and both heartbreak while gripping her burnt hand with the good one. She cried softly and blew on the hurting hand, and when she felt the pain increase, she began to slap the burnt hand on the floor repeatedly, screaming.

"Why?!" She yelled out. "Why, Jon?" She demanded with wet cheeks and a shaking body. "Please, stop hurting me."

"Well, you're never going to stop hurting until you do something about it, dear Jenna," the fake Jenna said after she appeared beside her on the floor.

Jenna raised her head to stare at the woman who had spoken, her face contorted into a frown.

"I've done every damn thing, but he doesn't even realize that I have done all of it for him to know that he belongs to me!" Jenna barked and clenched her wounded hand.

"That's the thing, he doesn't. And running away won't solve it because you're giving him that privilege," the other Jenna said, and laughed.

Jenna sniffed and kissed her teeth then let out a dry laugh. She looked around the kitchen and dropped her gaze on the lit cooker.

"Do I need to eliminate every damn whore around him? Do I? Because I will do it! He's married to me and should respect our holy vows. Why isn't he?" Jenna asked in a broken voice. "That woman in that picture was supposed to be me after all these."

She shut her eyes and opened them, then frowned when she did not see her other self. She stood up sluggishly, put off the cooker and left the kitchen to the living room where she picked up her katana and silently admired the artifact. She pulled the blade out of the sheath and stared at her reflection.

"My master always said; one taste of the forbidden fruit, one lane to death," she said in a dark tone and pointed the blade at the wall in front of her. "No woman born of another can have a taste of that forbidden fruit."

She smirked and placed the blade on her shoulder then let out a chuckle.

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With her body cladded in black pants, black turtle neck shirt and a long black coat that had the hood over her red hair, she made her way past the bouncer who immediately recognized her as a regular customer and let her into the bustling night club Jonathan had been in with the woman in the picture. Jenna made her way past gyrating bodies while studiously looking at almost every woman around her perimeter and beyond.

She made her way to a dark corner where there was little light dimming the place, she leaned against a pillar and kept on searching for the said woman in the picture. She was very confident that the woman would be around tonight and she wasn't leaving until she did what she came for.

As the song blasted through the speakers, Jenna almost jumped out of her skin when she felt small hands on her shoulder before it moved over her arms. The perplexed woman glanced sideways and made eye contact with a woman her age who gave her a warm smile. Jenna rolled her eyes.

"Why are you so lonely, as hot as you are," she said in a sultry tone while wrapping her hands around Jenna's arm.

Jenna smirked. "Is that so?" She was already getting uncomfortable from the way the woman touched her so freely.

"Uh-huh and I am a sucker for women who have short hair and a boyish swagger," she cooed and leaned into Jenna who rolled her eyes, and shifted the fallen red locks off her face.

"What makes you think that I'm into women?" She asked while staring down at the blushing woman. She reeked of alcohol, mixed with her perfume.

"I saw the way you walked in and was staring at almost every woman in here. You stared so attentively and it was hot," the other woman replied and bit her bottom lip.

Jenna shook her head and resumed her search for the woman she came here for while the other caressed her arm. When she was about to look in another direction, she found her, dancing with a man way older than her. She raised a brow and smirked as she felt that adrenaline rush.

"Let's dance?" The woman by her side suggested and Jenna immediately stood straight, grabbed the shocked woman by her wrist and dragged her to the dance floor, a few feet away from her target.

"Dance," Jenna ordered in a rough tone, and the woman giggled.

"Ooh, you're commanding and I like it," she said, and began to move her body against Jenna who only kept her hands on her lower back and kept her strong gaze at the other woman.

The song changed which prompted Jenna to move closer to the couple beside them who were now kissing and touching. She felt the dancing woman try to get her attention which made her huff and walk away after failing to get her attention, and Jenna didn't care and only decided to reach inside of her coat, pulled out her katana sword that had strapped inside of her coat and kept her occupied hand by her thigh while walking over to the dancing couple.

Once she was almost close enough, she unfolded the neck of her black sweater, and used it to cover half of her face, poised the blade over her head, which made some people around her scream and disperse while others who were oblivious, kept dancing. The ruckus caused the couple in front of her to shift their attention towards her and gasped, which was cut short by Jenna swinging her blade across the woman's body—everyone began to disperse with screams.

Jenna watched as she fell to the ground, blood spilling while the man stood shocked and shaking. Jenna raised her head and made eye contact with the man and winked, then walked away with the bloodied sword. She tucked the blade back and made her way through the struggling crowd until she was out the door.

As she made her way towards the car she had used, someone spoke out.

"That's her! She's the assassin!"

Jenna paused in her strides, looked over her shoulder and saw the few crowd of people staring at her, the particular person who had spoken raised their phone to his ear while the bouncers began to walk over to her.

"Hello, 911. There's bee-"

Jenna cut him short by pulling out her blade and chucking it skillfully at him, which landed right in his stomach—people panicked. She scoffed and raced off with the bouncers on her tail. But she made it right on time to her car and drifted off.

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"What?!" Luke barked and rose to his feet with his phone on his ear. "Thank you."

Luke dropped his phone and looked over at Jonathan who was at the balcony above him, then at the fuming and slightly worried woman by his side.

"Your wife was spotted at a club and guess what?"

The woman jerked. "Jenna? Please where is she? Is she okay?"

Luke briefly looked at the woman then at Jonathan who had no trace of emotion in his eyes. Luke scoffed.

"She killed another person and the other is struggling with his life," he spat.

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