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</div></div>Allen and Paige Larsen fell in love at first sight. He fell in love the minute she spat out questions left and right since she was a passionate freelance journalist for an online business publication. She heard through the grapevine that Mr. Larsen had started his own business consulting firm and picked up fifty clients overnight, which was unheard of! Ever since, both Allen and Paige loved each others' ambitions and passions that Allen knew he had to have this girl.<br/><br/>He proposed to her three months later. The young twenty-four-old was floored when he took her out to a fancy dinner. It was some five-star-restaurant that served a five-course meal dinner. She wondered what was going on and got the memo as soon as he got down on one knee. Her big brown eyes were scintillating; she was the happiest little thing on the planet. Of course, she said<b> yes</b>.<br/><br/>During the first couple of years of their marriage, both of them traveled together; Allen appointed Paige as his public relations representative. The blonde hustled and networked with the right connections. Everything was working in their favor. Then, a spike in profit hit. As a result, Allen had to book more flights to meet with potential clients. He was an overworked bee, and sadly, Paige had started to worry about the future of their marriage. However, she had good faith that this was all part of the business, that they would work on themselves and spend more time once things would become less hectic.<br/><br/>The following year, Allen and Paige bought a lovely lakehouse some fifty miles away from any big city. They would spend their summers and relax in private. This is what Paige needed, some peace and quiet. Such times were rare but special. They decided to set this kind of tradition for many years to come and envisioned having a family together, to take their families and friends out on the boat and have delicious barbeques.<br/><br/>What a perfect utopia it could have been, had Allen not tragically died.<br/><br/>On the night of Allen Larsen's death, his mother, Edith Larson, lashed out in a series of text messages to her daughter-in-law.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"You bitch! You killed my dear son!" ~ Read at 10:15 PM<br/>
"It's all your fault!" ~ Read at 10:15 PM<br/>
"We're going to get a restraining order so that you won't be welcome in our household anymore!" Read at 10:21 PM<br/>
"Don't even think you're going to get any of the assets!" ~ Read at 10:24 PM</span><br/><br/>Paige was too shocked and didn't receive official news until the next morning of the news broadcast: "Successful Business Consultant Tragically Dies in Car Accident."<br/><br/>The circumstance was too bizarre. Paige had to do something. No matter if her in-laws believed her or not, she was going to get to the bottom of it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Flaoblogger.com%2Fimages%2Fclip-art-single-line-borders-7.jpg&amp;hash=d3cdfa3320ce192f056a46206b34749c" title="clip-art-single-line-borders-7.jpg">
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</div></div>When she hired a private investigator, the report came back that Allen was taken out by a hitman. To this day, Paige had no idea who had ill intentions, or whether her husband had any enemies. All she knew was that her in-laws would not stop harassing her, but they finally came to an agreement that she could have the lakehouse and the boat as long as she was never to return to them ever again. She signed paperwork and was relieved she didn't hear from them again.<br/><br/>Paige was now twenty-seven. She isolated herself and resided in her safe haven. About a year and a half passed; she had fallen into a state of depression, cutting herself off from practically everyone. The current state of the lakehouse was embarrassingly unkempt. It was due for some remodeling, but Paige wasn't in the right mindset. She spent many sleepless nights that you could see tissues all littered about on her bedroom floor from all those nights of crying. Sooner or later she needed to get help. Yes even after nearly two years of heartbreak, at some point, she realized that was going to have to let go.<br/><br/>It was a humid, late-July summer evening. She had turned on all the fans and was currently waiting on her Stouffer's lasagna to be baked to perfection. She turned on the television to get a report on the weather. She didn't like how those ominous clouds were forming outside. Her lakehouse had plenty of large windows so that she and Allen could view the nice scenery. However, whenever storms would come their way, she would get a little frightened due to the intensity and volume of the thunder.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Looks like Thunderstorms are on the way. We'll be under advisory tonight until midnight. Those of you who are currently out, you may want to be inside or get to a place soon." </span><br/><br/>A deep sigh escaped the blonde's mouth as she rose from her plush couch. Her long blond hair was starting to dry but still clung to the nape of her neck and onto her bathrobe. Good thing she took a shower a while ago and prepared her dinner beforehand. Her lavender bathrobe was snug and sashed. Underneath were laced white panties, which hugged her the hips. She was on her way to the kitchen when all of a sudden, she heard a loud BOOM, and the next thing she knew, the lights went out. She made haste and extended her arm to shut off the oven, but she was going to have to be careful on getting out the lasagna. She decided to put her dinner on-hold and instead, retrieved her cell phone from the living room. She scrolled through and went through her list of contacts until she found her electrician. She left a voicemail and received a text a few minutes later stating that he would stop by after the storms would subside. For now, she had about sixty percent of her battery left on her phone. She used the flashlight feature to assist her with getting out the lasagna.<br/><br/>About an hour passed and Paige continued to sit in the dark during the storm. She had to use her phone wisely in case if the electrician were to call back sooner rather than later. It was strange. Paige was alone, and yet her eyes were growing weary. She yawned a bit and-and stretched out her legs out so that she would take a nap comfortably. Eventually, the storm did die down. It turned out that the storm wasn't as catastrophic as the meteorologist had claimed.<br/><br/>Paige had already drifted off to sleep and dreamt that she was out on a nice date with Allen. They later took a stroll in the park and sat down on one of the benches. She didn't want this dream to end. But what was rather surprising to her was that Allen warned her about being alone, that she should be on guard. She didn't understand what he was talking about.<br/><br/>Then, Paige woke up from her deep sleep and heard a knock at the door. Her eyes darted over to her cell phone and saw that she didn't receive any text messages. She slowly got up from the couch and with bare feet, walked quietly upon the wooden floors.<br/><br/>She reached up on tiptoe to see if it was her electrician.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Matt? Is that you? I didn't get a text from you. Are you here to fix the lights?" </span>The sleepy blonde was still in a half-awakened state as she turned the knob; the glass divider door stood between her and a stranger before her. Her eyes widened in slight fear as she took a step back, clutching on her to robe. The person before her was not Matt.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"May I help you...?"<br/>
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