Chapter Twenty Three: Rescuing Her

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Gisele couldn't stay mum. She had to ask, "Why would you do this to me? We've met just twice"

"And I hope you remember how you stepped on my toes those two times we met. Slate was giving you the time of the day, so I had to step in and do something."

She laughed again, maniacally. "And it paid off, Slate kissed me"

"You're lying", Gisele said, horrified.

"Oh, no. I'm not, he did. And he declared his love for me. Listen", Ella replied then removed something from her bag. It was her phone.

She tapped on the screen then played something.

"I don't like Ella", a voice that was unmistakably Slate's said. Gisele felt a bit of hope but the next words broke her.

"I love her".

**Slate's house**

"So, basically her phone is not signaling on your tracking device?", Lizzie asked, looking at the detective the police had sent to them.

They had finally called the police and Slate used some of his influence to get them one of the best detectives and also, refused to be excluded from all their activities.

"Yes", the man answered shortly. He had tried to track Gisele through her iPhone but the device couldn't detect it, showing that maybe it had been destroyed.

The detective, Detective Harris, turned back towards the machine and Slate looked defeated. All of a sudden, they heard a furious beeping sound.

"What's that?", Slate asked urgently.

Detective Harris's eyes brightened. "They were not as smart as we thought. This is the location of her phone and probably where she is, too"

Slate smiled for the first time since Gisele was kidnapped.

"So what to do now?", Lizzie asked, obviously excited.

The detective rolled his eyes, indirectly saying it was so obvious.

"We follow the signal with a few men and go and check. If she is there, we take action", he replied.

Quite soon after, they were leaving. Slate's heart was pounding, he hoped they found Gisele. She was his everything, he couldn't lose her when he had just started to love her. She was his destination, and he was damned if anything happened to her.

***

Gisele heard a bang outside through her heartbreak.

"Open up! It's the police and we're armed"

Suddenly, Gisele heard the door her cage opened frantically and she was dragged out. She felt something strangely cold on her temple, just as heard the door go BANG!

She felt the light blind her when Ella removed the blindfold from her eyes.

"Don't come closer or I shoot!", Ella shouted, with a crazy look in her eyes.

So that was what was on my temple, a gun, Gisele thought grimly.

She saw Slate trying to placate Ella.

"Ella don't do that. Do you really want to get your career into shambles because of this?", he asked, looking at Gisele through the corner of him eyes.

Gisele was scared but she gave no inclination to it. She tried to compose herself.

Everything else was in a blur. She heard someone scream, "Gisele!!", and the last thing shr thought was, it's Slate's birthday today.

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Hey guys, Chapter Twenty Three :-D. Hope you like it! Though I personally don't think it was good.

I was planning on updating this morning but since I was going to school and phones aren't allowed, I couldn't.

This story is coming to an endd! Gahh! I'm so excited and sad at the time.

Okay guys, bye. Love ya :-*

Edit:

To people who won't stop giving me a hard time about the fact that Gisele lost consciousness while thinking that it was Slate's birthday, stop please. One, you can lose consciousness thinking about ANYTHING!! And that was the first thing to cross her mind.
Two, we all know Slate's birthday had passed but Gisele didn't even know the length of time Ella had had her for!!

So before you criticize, think of all the little details and efforts I put in and think of how much I didn't want this story to be stupid and of how stupid you're making me feel. I'm not the best writer but I checked every possible detail I could to make sure the story was coherent. Thank you!!

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