Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Night with Mr. Stranger : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

SAMANTHA’S POVWe didn’t waste time, we left the factory immediately, and headed straight for the small restaurant up the hill.‘Harbour Kitchen’ The same name printed boldly across the old and dirty food wrap I had found.As we stepped inside, the warmth hit me first, followed by the quiet clatter of plates and low conversations. It felt normal. Too normal for everything we were trying to uncover.Logan stepped forward, his presence enough to draw attention. “Good afternoon, we are sorry for disrupting. We are the police.” he said calmly, presenting his ID. “We just need a few minutes of your time.”The workers exchanged glances but nodded.Brownlow placed the sketch on the counter.“Have you seen this man before?” he asked. “With this…” He continued, showing them the wrap “We confirm that he used to get food from here.”One of the women leaned forward, studying the sketch carefully. Then she shook her head. “No… I don’t think so.”Another worker came closer, glanced at it briefly, t

DAMON’S POVI was sorting out some documents in my office, when Doctor Stone’s call came in quietly. It was almost too quiet for something that felt this loud in my chest.“Mr. Graham,” His voice came through, calm and measured as always. “The results are ready.”For a brief second, I said nothing. My fingers tightened slightly around the phone, my throat suddenly dry. “Send them to my mail…”“No.” His interruption was gentle, but firm. “You should come in and collect it yourself.” That was all he needed to say.I ended the call shortly after, staring at the blank screen for a moment longer than necessary before slipping the phone back into my pocket. When I stepped out of my office, Sophia looked up at me.“Are you heading out?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “Outdoor meeting.”She nodded without suspicion, already returning to what she was doing.And just like that, I left. The drive didn’t feel like a drive, it felt like a countdown. Every traffic light was an

STELLA’S POV“For attempted murder, too.” My voice came out stronger than I had expected and felt.I stood, with my one hand slightly gripping the edge of my gown, the other resting weakly by my side. My head still throbbed faintly, and the bandage around it felt heavy, but I didn’t care.Beside me stood Mr. Graham's friend, Mr. Nico, who rescued me.Ms. Sophia’s eyes widened the moment she saw me. “Stella…?” her voice broke, as she ran to give me a tight hug. “Uh” I winced in pain.“Sorry. Sorry. What happened to you?”“A lot happened, ma'am. But I’m alive.”The relief on her face almost made me cry, but then my eyes shifted to Sharon and her lover.“You…” Sharon whispered, taking a step back. “You’re…”“Dead?” I finished for her quietly. “Is that what you thought?”Her lover's face hardened, but I saw the tension in his jaw.“You’re mistaken,” he said quickly. “We don’t know you.”I haven't even started talking, yet, he was already exposing himself.I let out a faint, tired laugh.

DAMON’S POVIt had been months since everything fell apart, and somehow, months since everything found its way back together again. Sometimes, I still found it hard to believe how quickly life could shift from chaos to calm.Sharon’s face in court still came back to me at times. The way she stood there, stripped of every lie she had carefully built over the years. There was no charm left, no manipulation, no carefully crafted tears, just the truth, staring back at everyone.She was sentenced to twenty years imprisonment. For kidnapping, attempted murder, and also for the cruelty she inflicted on her own child.Fred didn’t escape it either. He got the same.And the other men—the ones who thought they could play along and walk away untouched—were each handed ten years for aiding the crime.Justice had been served. At least, that was what the world called it.And after all of that noise… life became quiet.Not the unsettling kind of silence that leaves you restless.This one was differen

SOPHIA’S POVBy the time I got back from the orphanage, the evening air had already begun to settle into that quiet calm I had grown used to.My heart skipped slightly as I saw Damon standing in the middle of the room, with a rigid posture.“What's going on here?” I asked.“It's nothing.” He replied.In front of him was a man who looked just like him. They have the same height, same build, and even the same jawline. However, the difference between them was clear. Damon looked neat and composed, while the man looked…Before I could process further, we heard his mother's voice from behind us.“Donald…?”‘Donald? Who is he?’“Why are you here?” She asked, her voice trembling.The Donald shrugged casually. “Do I not have the right to be in my father’s house?”“This house belongs to your brother now. He maintained it. You have no right here.”‘Brother? Father? I never knew Damon had a brother.’ “Didn’t you promise me you would stop?” she pressed on, “You escaped prison because of me. I u