All Chapters of The Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luna showed neither surprise nor anger, as I had imagined she might.As her eyes dropped and scanned my appearance, I held my breath, bracing myself for the worst in case my cover was blown right then and there.This uniform was proof of what Luna had asked yesterday about Skyden and my ties to the police—even though she'd immediately told me to forget about it that day.But I was wrong. Instead, Luna let out a short sigh and rolled her eyes lazily."Let's go inside. I'm in the mood to spend some money today," Luna said, completely ignoring the police uniform I was wearing. She walked ahead of us into the boutique.I blinked, exchanging a brief glance with Skyden, who simply responded to my confusion with a casual shrug.We followed Luna into the grand, high-end ÉL boutique.Watching Luna wander among the mannequins, I sensed something was off.Luna had never cared much about her appearance.She wore loose, casual clothes and had zero interest in luxury brands."Do you think I enjoy d

Bentley Liu's POVBlack smoke billowed high into the sky over the western district, carrying the nauseating smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder.In a hidden corner of a narrow alley, a three-year-old boy sat motionless on the cold asphalt.The child wasn't crying. He simply stared blankly at the two adults lying motionless before him.To his young mind, which hadn't yet grasped the concept of death, the two adults were simply sleeping. Very soundly. So soundly that they didn't seem to notice the pool of thick red liquid slowly spreading, staining the hem of the child's tattered pants.To be honest, if he had a choice, the child would prefer they "sleep" like this forever.Because when they woke up, all he got were yells, blows, and hate-filled stares.The two people called his parents were selfish people who never wanted him to exist.In their eyes, he was nothing more than a financial burden, an unlucky number that ruined their monthly budget.He never asked to be born into this shitt

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, letting the roar of this sports car's engine drown out the rumbling in my chest.The smooth asphalt roads of the western district slowly gave way to a rocky path that was beginning to be enveloped by the thick fog of the northern district.The lack of a digital signal in this area had caused the entire navigation system on the dashboard to shut down completely ten kilometers ago."No signal, no surveillance cameras, and the people at this border are staring at us as if we were a bunch of fugitives," Bentley snorted from the passenger seat, flinging his useless cell phone onto the dashboard.He leaned back in his expensive dress, his face sour but with a hint of anxiety. "Are you sure that sweet, cute 'My Kitten' can survive living in a remote place like this, asshole?""She's not spoiled. She can survive," I replied flatly, my eyes fixed on the thick fog ahead.However, before the car crossed the city limits, Bentley suddenly sat up straight.His

Five days ago—when Linora left Echelon Nine.Linora Vance's POV"There's no way I'd kill you, Linora! Don't be ridiculous!"That afternoon, Skyden's confession kept echoing in my head, while the ticking clock sounded like a time bomb beside my ear.I stepped back from Skyden as if he were the most dangerous person I'd ever faced. My head throbbed, and the logic I'd always relied on as a police officer shattered."This is crazy," I whispered, shaking my head rapidly to shake off the suffocating dizziness. "I… I can't process all of this right now. I need time."Before Skyden could stop me, I turned around.I yanked the unit door open roughly and ran out.My footsteps echoed through the Echelon Nine corridor, even though Skyden never chased after me.Instead, he froze, letting me leave.As soon as I passed through the apartment lobby door, I immediately flagged down the first taxi that came by.I flung myself into the back seat, clutching my chest, which suddenly felt incredibly tight.

Morning sunlight on April 21 filtered through the leaves, contrasting with the border district's freezing air just hours earlier.Time flew by. Only eight days remained until April 29—the deadline for my survival.Around eight that morning, the scent of damp earth filled the fields as Dad watered the plants. A small suitcase waited at my feet.Without turning around or pausing his work, Dad's deep voice broke the silence. "So, you've made your decision, then?"I paused for a moment, then stepped closer. "Yes, Dad. I'm sorry for being such a burden these past few days… and thank you for everything."Dad turned off the water valve and faced me. A warm, faint smile played on his face, lined with age. "I'm glad you've been able to clear your head here and make the decision to come home. In fact, I'm the one who should apologize for not being able to help you with more."My defenses softened. I stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "I'll visit here more often, Dad. I promise."Dad return