Chapter 189 Roman I get out of the car with the chains on my hands and feet. It’s just turned dark and I have been transferred from the police station to the prison. I have never been so terrified of not knowing what's happening outside. I know what goes on in these places and I'm familiar with it. God helps anyone who wants to mess with me, I'm grieving and a little murder might help with that to channel my anger away. God help the bastard who tries it. The adrenaline has already started to pump heavily through my veins. I’m angry, so angry I can’t see straight. Not only has the person stolen my beautiful Zolotse’s life, they are now stealing mine. This was a planned set-up. Their aim all along was to frame me for their crime. I am going to rip the life from their bodies quicker than they can say the word die. “This way.” The guard ushers me toward the doors and into the office where I am fingerprinted again and inducted into the system. Eventually, after a
AnaI sit on the floor in the semi-dark room lit only by the lamp. I have a black eye from being hit earlier today and I think my rib may be broken or my wrist may be damaged again, but I’m not sure. I have turned the televisions back on silent. If only I could turn them off completely. I’m unable to watch my Husband and best friends cry at the water’s edge as the police look for my body. Roman is in hospital. Who is with him? Who is taking care of him at the hospital? I can’t stand the thought of Rome going through this alone.The door slowly opens and I push back into the wall scared, expecting that huge mean man.but instead I see something unexpected. A young light blond man smiles gently at me while carrying a tray of food.“Hello, Ana,” he says softly. “I brought you something to eat.” He places it nervously on the table and lifts the lid to show me pasta and dessert.I frown and stay silent as I try to sum up this situation. What the hell is this guy doing here bein
ROMAN I sit at the table next to my lawyer, and opposite two police officers.One policeman places two vials in a ziplock plastic bag onto the table in front of us. “Can you explain this, Mr Petrov? Can I call you Roman?”My eyes narrow at the vial. “What is it?” I ask him suspiciously.“You tell me,” he says flatly.I shake my head. “I’m not playing fucking charades. What the fuck is it?” I snap.“Rohypnol,” he says matter-of-factly.I frown.“We found eight bottles of it at your property which you shared with your wife,” the policeman continues.My eyes meet and I shake my head.“I don’t know how they got there,” I reply.“Course you don’t, that’s why your fingerprints are all over them.” He fakes a smile looking at me like I'm stupid.“This is outrageous,” demands Arthur. “He was drugged himself.”“Did you murder Mrs Petrov and then took Rohypnol to cover your crime, Roman?” the policeman sneers.I screw up my face. “No, I did not.”“Tell me about how you met your wife,”
ANA “Hello,” I call out “What’s happening? The door is locked,” I yell. “Rome,” I yell. “Dimitri, Zoran anybody.” No reply. Silence. I walk back to the bathroom with my heart pumping hard. What’s going on? Where am I? Where the hell is Roman? I look around the room nervously for my bag. That’s right, I left it at the wedding. Huh? I was on the boat. I sit on the edge of the bed while I go over the last thing I remember. We went to the wedding. The news exposing me as an heiress. My eyes widen and then we went to the boat and went to sleep. I frown. I don’t understand. I stand and walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit and what am I wearing? I look down at the black nightgown I am in. I don’t own this nightgown, this is not mine. What the hell is going on? I start to bang on the door repeatedly, to alert somebody. “Hello. Is anybody there?” I scream. I start to panic. Where am I? Where is Roman? “Di
ROMAN I walk through the police station with my hands behind me in handcuffs. The officers all stop what they are doing and stare and I drop my head in shame. How could they think I did this to my wife? I adored her. I wish it was me dead instead of her. I am ushered into a cell and a pair of orange overalls lie folded on the bed.“Get changed, Mr Petrov,” the female officer says as she undoes the handcuffs behind my back. I hold my wrists in my hands as I stare at her. I don’t think I have ever been so close to the edge. I’m about to lose it.Stay calm, stay calm.“I said get dressed,” she snaps.I frown. “What? Here?” I snap as I gesture to the twenty something people who can see into the cell through the glass wall.She fakes a smile. “Get used to it. We save the privacy for non-murderers in the next cell,” she sneers sarcastically. The male guard snickers under his breath.“We need to do a full body search,” he replies.“You are not touching me,” I snap.She rolls
ROMAN The officer announces as he takes his handcuffs from his back pocket.The room falls silent.“You can’t be fucking serious!” Sasha yells.“Anything you say can and will be used against you,” he continues.The two police officers walk over to me and I push one of them away from me in shock. “What?” I yell.“He didn’t do it, you idiots!” Callie yells hysterically.“Callie, calm down,” Dimitri yells hysterically.Sergri walks down the stairs. “What’s going on?” he asks.“They are arresting Roman,” Callie yells.His face drops in horror and his eyes find me across the crowded room.One of the policemen tries to grab my arm and I rip it from his grip. “Get away from me,” I yell.The policeman shakes his head. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, Minister Petrov."I screw up my face. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I yell.Two of the policemen jump me and I struggle and Callie starts to scream.“I didn’t do anything,” I yell.“He’s innocent!” Dimitri yells. “Th