Justin's POV"Can I have a minute alone with my son, detectives?" Frederick's voice held an eerie calmness, but I could sense the storm brewing beneath the surface. The detectives nodded and, accompanied by Carter, my attorney, they exited the room. As soon as the door slammed shut, I felt a violent force yank me up by the front of my shirt, crashing me against the wall. My father's grip was so tight around my neck that it felt like my breath was being squeezed out of me. He pulled me back, only to slam me against the wall again."Listen to me, boy! Cut the crap and start talking now!" His words spat out with anger, his eyes glaring at me fiercely. My face turned red from the lack of oxygen, and just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, he released his grip, causing me to cough and gasp for air. "The officers will be back soon, and if you don't start speaking, if you don't tell them you didn't do it... trust me, you won't want to find out what I'll do." With those final words

Ayva’s POV“What are you doing?” I asked Justin in a hushed whisper, glancing over my shoulder to make sure we weren't being watched.“Don't worry, everyone's gone for lunch. I sent them away using my card," he explained, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. I had been on the way to lunch myself when out of nowhere, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a secluded corner.“What’s funny?” I frowned, giving him a skeptical look.He shrugged, nonchalantly tucking his hands into his pockets.“Your desperate attempts to make sure no one sees us together.” Ever since Justin started working at Fred Camera Inc. a week ago, I had been avoiding him like the plague. I didn't want anyone to think that I got the job because of his influence. People were already getting suspicious, especially since he had fired three individuals who had crossed paths with me in some way, no matter how small the issue. And it didn't stop there. He would often call me over to his office, but I never answered, leaving my

Ayva’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I cautiously approached the edge of the rooftop. With trembling hands, I gripped the railing tightly, my knuckles turning white with fear. I peered over the edge, my eyes scanning the scene below, desperately searching for any signs of life.But my worst fears were realized. Clarkson's body lay motionless on the ground, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and a pool of blood spreading beneath him. The sight was horrifying, and a wave of nausea washed over me, my stomach churning with disbelief and horror."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. "This can't be happening."Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy before me. My mind was in a state of shock, unable to process the reality of what had just occurred.For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the gruesome scene below.Then, Jake's words cut through the silence, sending a shiver down m

Justin’s POVThe police had deceived everyone about Clarkson's death. Contrary to their claims, he wasn't dead but rather trapped in a state of vegetative unconsciousness, confined to a hospital bed.Twelve days had passed, and news of Ayva's disappearance had spread like wildfire across the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of attention I had hoped for. Instead of being treated as a missing person, she was now wanted for the alleged attempted murder of Clarkson.According to the authorities, Clarkson had been forcefully pushed from the rooftop, and Ayva's blood and DNA were discovered at the crime scene. This was deemed as definitive evidence by the police, leading them to conclude that she had callously pushed a grown man to his death. Despite my relentless efforts to make them see reason, to make them understand that Ayva was not the assailant they claimed her to be, and that she was actually a victim herself, they remained steadfast in their belief. They turned a blind eye

Justin’s POVContrary to what everyone believed, I was fine. I wasn’t hurt as bad as they thought neither did Jake stab me as deeply as they thought. I mean he didn’t even use a real knife but rather a Swiss knife which was not only small but also short. Jake had stabbed me, yeah but it wasn’t to kill me but rather to hurt me because he knew I’d caught him at a tight corner and he’d be going to jail either way. I was laid on the bed in my hospital room, with my back turned against the door because I was pretending to be sleeping. I didn’t want to see anyone because I was mortified. I’d even told my bodyguard, Jamal to stand outside the door and prevent anyone from entering, and had also told the doctor that I didn’t want to receive any visitors. Why? Because I saw that video of me. The video of me fainting the minute I saw my blood. How embarrassing was it for a twenty-eight-year-old man to faint at the sight of his own blood? Now I was never going to be able to look at my staff at