The Whispers of Revenge

Chapter 3: Seed of Doubt

Maricar, Janice and Angela goes out from the room and starts wondering about Natasha's behaviour and attitude...

"I can't believe she actually tried to... to..." Angela stammered, her voice choked with emotion.

"It's like she's a different person," Janice said, her eyes narrowed. "I don't understand what happened to her."

Maricar nodded, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I feel like I don't even know her anymore."

"What do we do now?" Angela asked, her voice filled with despair. "How do we even begin to deal with this?"

"We have to find out what's going on," Janice said, her voice firm. "We have to get to the bottom of this. We have to figure out what Natasha is really up to."

"But how?" Maricar asked, her voice laced with doubt. "We don't even know where to start."

"We have to start somewhere," Janice said, her eyes flashing with determination. "We can't just let this go. We have to protect Deborah. We have to protect ourselves."

The friends stood there for a moment, their faces etched with worry and fear. They knew that they were facing a dangerous and uncertain future. But they also knew that they had to be strong. They had to find a way to overcome their doubts, to rebuild their trust, and to face the shadows that were closing in on them.

A few moments later, they heard a muffled cry coming from the back room. They exchanged worried glances and rushed back inside.

"Deborah!" Richard exclaimed, rushing to her bedside.

Deborah was struggling to breathe, her face turning a sickly shade of purple. A pillow lay crumpled on the floor, and a faint scent of something strange lingered in the air.

"What happened?" Carl asked, her voice filled with alarm.

Richard looked around the room, his eyes landing on Natasha, who was standing in the doorway, her face contorted with a mixture of fury and resentment.

"Natasha!" Richard shouted, his voice filled with rage. "What have you done?"

Natasha smirked, her eyes cold and calculating. "Just making sure she doesn't get in the way anymore," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

Richard lunged at Natasha, his fists clenched. Carl stepped in front of him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Don't you dare touch her!" she shouted.

Natasha laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the room. "You think you can stop me?" she said, her voice laced with a chilling threat. My revenge doesn't stop here Richard!.