INICIAR SESIÓNLyvanne’s POV…“And who is this person?” I finally asked, eagerly anticipating his response.He shook his head slowly and then turned around and faced me. “No, Lyvanne,” his response finally escaped his mouth, showing no trace of jokes.He wasn't ready to reveal who it was. Nice.“Matteo,” I called, hoping for a change of mind, but I got it wrong.“No,” he insisted.“You owe me that much!” I spat, pointing my index finger at him. His expression hardened as he closed the space between us. His eyes narrowed, never leaving me.“I owe you nothing,” he growled in response.Silence ruled between us for a while, the atmosphere becoming more intense than before. I didn't see this coming.“They promised you something, didn’t they?” I finally broke the silence that was taking time to end.He was stunned into silence upon hearing my words. His suspicious gaze scanned through my eyes to find out how I got this information, but did anyone tell me that? Nope, but I was certain he wasn't working f
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Lyvanne's POV...And the message read as:“Benard wasn’t the problem. Matteo is.”My blood ran cold immediately after I read the message. I remained still for what seemed like ages intensively staring at my phone screen. I should have known from the beginning.Unfortunately, as I was still fighting hard trying to digest the message, another one came in. And it said:“Check Benard's CCTV footage from 2:13 a.m. last night. Deleted, but not erased.”Now everything was getting clearer, but my question is, how did Rovan manage to get all this information? Hmm…well, that should be a topic to discuss with him later. For now, let's end the one at hand.Lifting my head slowly, I looked at the far end of the corridor, and I saw Officer Kareem standing watching me.However, when our eyes met… He quickly looked away. Upon seeing that, then I was certain he wasn't clean as well. To me everyone around here is a suspect.As I sighed in deep relief thinking of my next move, the message on my phone f
His words hit like a physical blow. My body went rigid, my eyes wide and unblinking like a statue. I couldn't say a single word. “Are you there?” Matteo called, but I didn't respond.I couldn't believe my ears. It might take me hours to process such news. “How…How did it happen?” I finally used the last strength I had and asked. “Gunshot wounds,” his response came almost immediately. “Execution style and no signs of struggle.”“Execution?” I gasped.My breathing turned shallow suddenly. Whoever was pulling the strings didn’t hesitate.“Yes, execution,” Matteo confirmed.“Any witnesses?” I inquired.“No,” he explained. “Not yet.”“Cameras?”“Disabled.”Of course they were. The people who carried out the operations knew exactly what they were doing.“Where is the other officer?” I asked slowly.“What other officer?” Matteo asked, confused.I froze a
On my way home, Rovan's call came in. I stared at the phone for a while, hesitating if I should pick up the call. However, just when the call was about to end, I picked up. “Hey,” his voice echoed from the phone, softly.“Hi," I responded, releasing a deep sigh.“How did it end?” “Look, Rovan, I'm not in a good state to discuss that right now,” I responded, rubbing my temple. “All I need right now is rest, nothing much. And I will appreciate it if you allow me to enjoy that, please.”“Well,” his voice came in, sounding concerned. “I was hoping you could come over and spend the night here with me. I won't advise you to sleep alone in this state. What do you think?”“Thanks for your concern, but I don’t need anyone right now. I'm good on my own,” I giggled.“I’m not certain your place is the best place to spend the night, Lyvanne,” he inserted. “But I can come around and keep you company if you insist on sleeping at your place.”“If my place is not safe to spend the night, why not ma
“Why are you telling me to talk to him?” I asked slowly.“Because,” he replied, his voice low and deliberate, “the guilty ones always overexplain when they think they’re in control.”A chill ran down my spine as I listened to Rovan on the phone. It was beyond unbelievable that he knew almost everything happening around. This was supposed to be police work, not his. “He doesn’t know that we know,” Rovan continued, calling for my attention. “Ask him about the route change today. Watch his reaction. Don’t accuse him. Just watch.”Silence set in after his words landed in my ears. It was getting more complicated than I expected.“Lyvanne,” he called me back to reality, causing me to flinch in fear.I swallowed and proceeded to speak.“Yes?”“Trust no one in that building.” He warned sternly.My gaze instinctively shifted toward the observation glass. Matteo stood on the other side watching.Was he
Lyvanne's POV “I’m still trying so hard to believe what you're saying, Lyvanne,” said Vivienne as she sat on one of the couches, her leg crossed on the other, a glass of wine in her hand. “If this guy has been taking such risks just to prove how desperate he was to get you back, then I think it's
Alexander's POV ‘Does that mean everything I have been through to win Lyvanne back will go in vain? Will I just stand here and let that happen?’ I was lost in thought as I stood in place, speechless, yet my eyes were on Isabella, but my attention wasn't on her. It was as if I knew something was g
. Isabella's POV “What!?” Alex gasped, his expression a mix of shock, awe, and utter bewilderment, like he was struggling to process what his Mum said. His face was a blank slate, his eyes empty and uncomprehending like a person in a daze. It was as if he was stabbed with a knife in the back by
Isabella's POV Suddenly, Alex went mute, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He swallowed hard as he tried to maintain a normal face, but to no avail. He was already too angry to fake a smiling face. From his facial expression, I could tell he felt like he'd been hit by a truck, his mind reeling. He







