เข้าสู่ระบบROY’S POV.I watched closely at the screen in front of us as it displayed what had happened that day……the day Nayla had checked in at the hotel.I saw Nayla walk into her room, accompanied by a room server who helped her wheel her belongings inside.For the next few minutes, nothing happened; she didn’t step out of her room, just a few guests walked by.“Fast forward until you see any movement from her door,” Collin said. I stared at him, about to question why he wanted to fast forward. I needed every detail, every movement. No matter how long it took.But the only problem was that I was getting impatient, and I could tell Collin was too, with the way he furrowed his brow and the tightness in his jaw as his eyes were intensely fixed on the screen.The security staff fast-forwarded the footage, just like he was instructed.“Stop!” I said, raising my right hand to halt him.In the footage, we could see a man who appeared to be a room service wheeling her food to her room. He glanced aro
MNAYLA’S POV“Marco…” My voice finally broke the silence, but I was unsure how to continue. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be evil for evil. You can choose a different path…Killing would only worsen the situation of the world, and who knows, you could probably make life harder gor a young boy who desperately needs help from the world,”“Killing is wrong…expecially from a man life you who had spent his life building a lagacy….most children who would be in that situation where everything was taken from them woukd have given up and maybe died from the heart ache. But no, you chose to be strong, and now you have become whi that boy vould never have imagined you would be. That would be the greatest gift you vould give to you little self, that is more than enough for you,” Tears filled my eyes, and I sniffed in my tears, wiping them away quickly. “I know what it’s like to lose everything. I was only eight when my life changed totally…..I di
NAYLA’S POVWhile I lay on my bed, wondering how I was going to get out of there without being caught again, I watched the door gently open, revealing Marco.He turned to close the door behind him, and I quickly adjusted my dress, trying to hide the mess I had made.“Nayla,” he said, walking slowly toward me.“You know one thing? You’re wrong… you are so wrong about me. I know I might seem scary and cruel. I know I might have betrayed your trust. But I want you to know I didn’t choose this path for myself. Killing was a form of therapy for me. A way I learned to survive.”His voice dropped, and sadness laced his words. A chill ran down my spine. What was he going to say next?Marco sat down next to me while I shifted because I still did not feel comfortable being so close to him.His gaze falling to the floor as he began to speak. “I grew up in Italy, in a neighborhood where nothing came easy. I didn’t have a silver spoon. My mother, who was a single mother, abandoned by my father, wo
ROY’S POV.We got to Luke’s office, where he offered us a seat.“You both are welcome to my office,” he said with a warm, inviting smile.He sat in his chair, picking up one of the phones from the table, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he typed on it before placing it to his ear.He stared at the ceiling, his lips pressed together in thought as he waited for whoever he was calling to pick up.“Hello,” he said once the receiver answered. His expression shifted to urgency as he spoke. “I need you up in my office now; there’s something important I need you to do for me…. Okay…. hurry up, I need you now.” He hung up the call.He smiled widely as he looked back at me and Collin, his eyes brightening. “It’s really nice seeing you both again… And I am so sorry about my manager. I don’t really know why he didn’t let you see the footage, especially when this is a critical case.” He offered an apologetic look, and I smirked, nodding slowly.“It’s fine,” I said, my gaze drifting
“I promise to protect your brother too. I just need you to trust me.” My brows furrowed in disbelief as I turned to him, my eyes narrowing.“And who told you Roy needs protection?” I scoffed, watching as a frown formed on his face. “My only worry is that I do not want him taken unaware. I want to talk to him; I could warn him, but that doesn’t mean he could be defeated. So do not worry, you do not have anything to use against me in order to gain my trust,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips as I walked away, glancing back to gauge his reaction.MARCO’S POV.“So do not worry, you do not have anything to use against me in order to gain my trust,” Nayla said, a smile playing on her lips as she walked away, her eyes sparkling mischievously.I felt my heart clench at her words, causing me to stumble back a bit, my legs nearly buckling beneath me.Was that really what I was doing? Cornering my way into her heart so she could love me like I desperately wanted her to?I played the hard guy. I
NAYLA’S POVI sat at the dining table, across from Marco, whose gaze was focused on his plate as he ate.I just stared, not touching my own food. My expression hardened as I thought, I can’t keep eating from the hands of a murderer.He killed Doris for no reason, and now he expected me to act freely with him? Hell no. My eyes narrowed in defiance as I just watched him eat. It didn’t matter if I starved to death.“Nayla, you’re not touching your food… you really have to start complying with me, just to make things easier for you,” he said, taking his glass cup and drinking half of the water in it.“I don’t want to eat anything here. I will starve to death if possible,” I replied, my brow furrowing in anger. His giggle pierced my chest, and tbe a T that he was so nonchalant about murdering someone who devoted her time to work for him? How then could I believe I was safe in the hands of a fucking psycho.“If you choose to starve yourself, that is completely fine,” he replied, a cruel smi







