Mag-log inLila’s POVI stood in the hallway, staring at my phone as though I could somehow reach through the screen and pull my grandmother out of that filthy place Victor held her hostage. My hands were shaking so badly that I nearly dropped it.Twenty minutes.That was all the time that fucking bastard had given me.I turned toward the DPO's office. A part of me wanted to run back inside and beg him to help me. But I remembered the way he had looked at me when I told him what Victor had done. He had questioned my story, spoken about Victor as if he was some kind of saint.I quickly unlocked my phone and scrolled to my contacts, stopping when Cole's name appeared on the screen. For several seconds, my thumb hovered over it.I wanted him beside me because I was terrified of facing Victor alone. But if he came with me, Victor might hurt him too. I had already seen what that man was capable of, and I couldn't bear the thought of someone dying because of me."I'm sorry, Cole," I whispered. “I need
Lila’s POVMy fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I stood outside the police station, staring at the entrance. For the first time since Victor Harrison had destroyed my life, I had something that could finally prove he was nothing but a monster who had hurt innocent girls, threatened anyone who dared to speak against him, and murdered Daniel to protect his secrets.And now I was going to make sure he paid for everything he had done.I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The police station was busy, as officers moved between desks and people sat along the walls, waiting for their cases to be attended to. I slowly approached the front counter, trying to ignore the nervous beating of my heart.A male officer looked up at me.“Good morning. How can I help you?”“I…” My voice caught in my throat. “I need to speak with the officer in charge of this station.”He shot me a look.“What is your reason for wanting to see him?”“I need to report a serious criminal case.”“What kin
Lila’s POVI struggled, twisting my body and clawing at the fingers pressed against my face. The figure behind me dragged me backward, but I drove my heel down hard on his foot.A sharp cry broke the silence. His grip loosened, and I tore myself free. Stumbling backward, I caught sight of a flower vase on a narrow table. I grabbed it and swung with all my strength.The figure ducked as the vase smashed against the wall beside his head.“Lila! Stop! It’s me, Cole!”For one disbelieving second, I could only stare at him as he stood a few steps away, holding his injured foot. His eyes moved from the broken vase to my face.“Cole?” I lowered my hand slowly. “What are you doing here?”“I could ask you the same thing.” He straightened, his expression changing from relief to concern. “Are you hurt?”“Don’t change the subject. How did you find me? How did you know I was here?”He hesitated, and that small pause made my stomach tighten.“I tracked you.”My eyes widened.“You did what?”“I put
Lila’s POVI stared at the large house standing in front of me, its dark windows reflecting the moonlight. There were no guards at the entrance, no cars in the driveway, and no sign that anyone was inside. Yet something about the place made my stomach twist.This was Victor Harrison's safe house. Somewhere inside those walls was the evidence that could finally expose his crimes. And I was about to break into it."Are you ready?" Nadia’s voice cut through my thoughts as she whispered beside me.I turned sharply toward her. She was trying to appear calm, but she kept rubbing her palms against her jeans. "No," I admitted quietly. "But we have to do this."Nadia nodded and reached for her bag. "Then stay close to me. We get the evidence, and we leave. Nothing else matters."We began making our way inside, crossing the driveway carefully. We had barely taken two steps when I spotted a small camera mounted above the entrance.My steps stopped."Nadia,” I whispered. “Look.”She followed my
Cole’s POV“Cole, watch your left!”I heard my teammate's warning, but I was already moving. I drove the puck across the ice, pushed past him, and struck it toward the goal with more force than necessary.The puck slammed into the net.“Harrison!” Coach Daniel’s voice rang across the rink. “Calm down! This is practice, not the final game.”His words barely registered. I tightened my grip on my hockey stick while I skated back into position, my mind returning to the same thoughts that had haunted me since last night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Victor standing in his study, admitting without the slightest remorse that he had killed Daniel and taken the recording. He had said it so casually, as though he were talking about something ordinary like the weather.How the hell was I supposed to concentrate after that?The final game of the season was fast approaching, and professional scouts would be watching. This was the opportunity I had worked for years. My chance to prove myself,
Lila’s POV"Excuse me. Sorry, please. Excuse me.” I hurried through the crowded hallway, clutching the strap of my bag as I squeezed past students who seemed to have all the time in the world, my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat.When I got the message a few moments ago, I spent almost an hour deciding whether to go. But after everything that had happened with Daniel, I desperately wanted to believe there was still a chance to get justice.But what if it was a trap?What if Victor had somehow discovered my plans and was waiting for me to make another mistake?I slowed down for a moment, pulling my phone from my bag. My thumb hovered over Sophie's contact. I could send her a quick message to at least tell her where I was going."No," I whispered, slipping my phone back into my bag. "I can handle this myself."With that, I hurried toward the old administration building which stood at the quieter end of the campus, away from the busy lecture halls and crowded caf







