DEATH'S LABYRINTH : Vengeance before final death

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PROLOGUE

My life was nothing worth writing about—no lover, not even a millionaire to dream of, let alone a billionaire. I was all alone, living in a small, cramped apartment. Yes, it was as dull as it sounds—working as a secretary day and night with no time for myself. But everything changed the moment...

DEATH>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

16th October, 2017...............10:56pm

"Hey, Mom!" I said as I picked up the phone.

"Hey! How are you doing?" she asked warmly.

"The usual," I replied.

"Happy birthday, love," she wished.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Where are you now?"

"At work."

"On your birthday?" she exclaimed, surprised.

"Well..."

"Lily, you can't keep living like this, you know. Life is short. You need to spread your wings a little. You could find a—"

"Lover?" I cut in, already knowing where this was headed.

"Well, yeah. You're 25 now," she emphasized, then added with a teasing tone, "You don’t want to wait until you're all wrinkly and can't attract any guy anymore."

I rolled my eyes.
"I'm better off without love. It never works. Besides, can we ever have a conversation that isn't about my love life?"

"It's important. You're my only child, remember?"

"You know what? Talking to you can be exhausting sometimes. I'll call you after work, okay?" I said, glancing at the time on my phone.

"And when would that be? It’s already late."

"Bye, Mom. Love you," I replied, cutting her off as I hung up.

I stretched in my chair, trying to relax every aching muscle, and closed my laptop.

"I better get going," I thought to myself.

Why was I working this late on my birthday? Well, I’d just gone through a breakup. Ha! More like I was used. It hurts, you know, but I didn’t want to sit at home wallowing in my sorrows. I needed a distraction.

"Thank God I didn’t give that son of a bitch my body," I muttered, feeling a small sense of relief amidst the pain as i got into a cab.#

Earlier that day.......................

"Hey, Steve," I greeted as I opened the door, gesturing for him to come in. But he stood still, refusing to enter.