Wagering
Nightmare (Deleted Scenes)

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I just want to say, this is the actual chapter already written but I did not make it up as this story is still on going, because it is afraid of the length of the story later. Now, come to think of it again, dear also if not in-up even though it has been written wkwkwk

So, yeah, please enjoy what's there.

I'm gonna go get Baskara and the guys, bye!!!

It's a nightmare.

Samara Jasmine never thought that her unkindness plaguing the life of a Seraphina Lazuardy would lead her into a sinister nightmare. Day after day that he passed since a piece of paper document ownership of the apartment and also the car keys were handed to him, Jasmine felt her life was no longer calm. A variety of terrors begin to arrive, forcing him to drown himself in the presence of people, huddled under a thick blanket in his old apartment unit to avoid someone he knew was targeting him.

“I can give it all back.” The bargain was one night. He thought, this was only about Sera not accepting that her property was being highlighted by a cunning girl like herself.

It is clear that he was wrong. Money is nothing to Seraphina, then everything she does to Jasmine is a form of redemption for the sassiness that the girl has done.

As soon as you disturb Seraphina's life, you will die. That is the rule, without exception.

The offer was obviously rejected, making Jasmine even more trembling inside the thick blanket and in the middle of the pitch-black condition of her room. Through the large glass window in front, Jasmine knew someone was lurking, standing across the street with binoculars leading right into her room. If it wasn't binoculars, the thing that someone was holding was probably a long-barreled weapon instead, and he was preparing to blow a bullet right into Jasmine's head alone.

But in fact, that night nothing happened. Jasmine was still alive until the next day. Despite having to go through a gripping night and not being able to close her eyes at all, Jasmine could still feel her lungs getting enough oxygen.

And did it all stop just getting there? Of course not. In the afternoon when the sun shines timidly because the cloud was away even though it did not rain, someone who had been scouting for the last few days came to visit. There is no need to bother opening the door, because someone apparently already has access to the apartment unit that no one has even entered except him.

“The choice is only two,” said the man, who is a tall, well-built man. Jasmine could not see what she looked like because the man was wearing a black mask and hat. Clearly, that heavy voice alone was already able to make Jasmine shut up.

Still in a blanket that seemed to have become a new shell for shelter, Jasmine tried to listen to what the man then said. Her body was trembling, her head was dizzy instead of playing, but Jasmine was forced to keep her ears open because she said, the man did not like to repeat his sentence.

“You want to die with this,” while taking out a Glock Meyer from the pocket of the leather jacket and putting it on the table. “Or this.” He said, pointing at Jasmine's bottle of tranquilizer that had somehow reached his hand.

“S-I will do anything, but—“

“No.” Sela the man. “There's no choice for you to stay alive, Jasmine. You know I don't like to repeat my words, so be quick to choose as long as I'm kind. Or,” the man got up from his seat, walked over to Jasmine while carrying the 2 things he had offered to Jasmine earlier. “You want me to choose?”

Just like that, Jasmine's cry broke out. He was sobbing with a trembling body. But he clearly knew that no matter how much crying he let out, it wouldn't make the creepy man wither.

“Which one you want, Jasmine? Don't waste my time. Only with you dead, your mother's life is saved. Come on, quickly select.”

Jasmine was not a filial child, she would not proudly say that. But if he had to be given a choice as to who should die first, he would always happily choose himself. Her mother had already endured too much pain, so at least she wanted her mother to live longer in order to be able to sip happily more often.

So that afternoon, with the crying that was becoming more and more so and the chest tightened instead of playing, Jasmine chose a bottle of tranquilizer as her way to die.

There was not a loud laughter echoing from the man before him, but from the look in his eyes that peered on the sidelines of the lowered hat, he knew the man was smiling triumphantly.

That was how Jasmine's life ended, in the hands of the foreign man who until when she closed her eyes, only silently looked at how the foam started to come out of her mouth and galloped away after making sure she was dead.

What Abraham did not know that day was the fact that Jasmine had prepared a time bomb that would have left everything in ruins. He and Sera were quite satisfied to see how the woman was frightened, to the point of neglect and not expecting that Jasmine had prepared something to make them crumble together.

A few hours before Abraham came to visit, Jasmine pulled out a copy file of the voice recording she had obtained earlier. Panicked and half-dead, he arranged the file in such a way that it could be sent to Fabian and Baskara in the next few days.

Because at least, if he had to die, he wouldn't have died alone.

“May you also burn to the ground in hell, Dear Lady Seraphina Lazuardy.” The last message Jasmine spoke after successfully executing her plan. After that, he deleted all the recording files he had, preparing to welcome his impending death.

"Say, the one with the money always wins. So, matured later, I want to be super rich so I can win too. Who knows, right, the money I have can also buy dad let him come back to us again?" —Samara Jasmine.