He thought back to the girl named Isabella Cavalieri.Over a year ago, when he was on the run in Italy, he had accidentally revealed his whereabouts. The assassins sent by Blake relentlessly pursued him, forcing him into a dead-end. Desperate, he dashed into a bustling bar, hoping the noise and crowd would conceal his presence.Later, he learned that the bar belonged to the Cavalieri family. The assassins had made a scene, angering the eldest daughter of the Cavalieri clan. She sent her bodyguards to drive them away, thus saving Carlo.He overheard people addressing her as Miss Cavalieri, and instantly realized that the seemingly delicate girl in front of him was from the famous Italian Mafia family. Carlo was not one to let opportunities slip by. He knew this girl wasn’t just his savior but could also be his ticket to survival. So, he began to show up at the same bars and social events where Isabella frequented, deliberately making his presence known. It didn’t take long for him to ca
Instinctively, Valentina knew that the woman named Lyla was the one Carlo couldn’t let go of.Without revealing her thoughts, she smiled warmly at her son. “Alright, let’s drop it. Go down to the cellar, pick a wine you like, and share a glass with your mother, okay?” Carlo was eager to end the conversation as well. He hated showing anger in front of his mother. After the bitter disappointment his father had become, his mother and Hudson were all he had left for family comfort.“Alright.” He nodded, then turned and headed for the wine cellar.Once Carlo disappeared from view, Valentina swiftly picked up his discarded phone. Lyla’s previous call had ended, but just moments later, it rang again. This time, Valentina answered.A panicked voice came through immediately, “Where’s Dr. Riffe? He didn’t show up for class today, and the school contacted his wife. She said he left early this morning, but no one’s heard from him since.”“Was this your doing? Don’t joke with me—I know you’re try
Lyla was arrested by the police in the middle of her class the next afternoon.The arrest warrant, issued for the alleged murder of Dr. Riffe, hit her like a tidal wave. She felt an overwhelming dizziness, as if the entire world around her had dissolved into an eerie silence.A female officer stepped forward and cuffed her wrists. Lyla caught sight of a male officer speaking, but all she could hear was a faint buzzing in her ears. His words were completely lost on her. As she was led out of the classroom, she noticed her students whispering amongst themselves, and other faculty members staring at her with both curiosity and concern. Among them, Lucas came running toward her.“I’ll get you a lawyer, Lyla, don't be scared.'” Those were the last words she heard before the officers pushed her head down and roughly shoved her into the back of the police car.Sitting between two officers in the backseat, Lyla felt utterly numb. Her mind seemed to shut down, overwhelmed with fear and humili
Lyla couldn't remember how long the police had interrogated her. What she did recall was the growing frustration and escalating anger in their voices, as they repeatedly questioned her. In the face of all the so-called evidence, she had only one response: “I don’t know.”Eventually, the officers, getting nothing from her, stormed out, leaving her alone in the cold interrogation room. Her reflection in the one-way mirror emphasized her solitude, and the eerie quiet was broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock, a sound indifferent to the situation, as though it had witnessed countless such moments before.Glancing at the clock, Lyla saw that it was already past midnight.The room’s lighting had been gradually increased to a glaring intensity, as bright as daylight. Lyla recognized this as an interrogation tactic she had once studied in her criminal psychology course—using harsh light to deprive suspects of sleep, weakening their mental defenses, and making them more likely to
Lyla's nose tingled with the onset of tears, her eyes misting over as emotions welled up inside her. She sniffed, stubbornly raising her hand to wipe her face harshly, then forced a bitter smile, trying her best to appear unaffected. “I understand, it’s fine,” she said, though her voice trembled slightly, revealing her vulnerability.Lucas, deeply moved, felt an urge to comfort her further, but before he could say anything, the lawyer, sensing the tension, stepped in with a calm, authoritative voice, breaking the silence, “Let’s focus on the case first.” His composed and professional tone shifted the mood in the room, easing some of the weight that had been building.Lucas cleared his throat and nodded, attempting to regain his composure. “Lyla, this is John Parker, a friend of mine. He has a lot of experience in criminal cases. We could rely on him to help you.”John nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning the documents before him with a sharp, focused gaze. “Ms. Sinclair, from wh
Lyla was escorted out of the interrogation room, but this time, she wasn’t taken back to the same place. Instead, a different officer, one she hadn’t seen before, led her through several security doors until they reached a small cell.The cell was cramped, resembling the ones she’d seen on TV, with two sets of bunk beds occupying most of the space. The narrow hallway between them led to a metal toilet and sink. A tiny window on the wall let in a sliver of light, but there was no proper ventilation, and the entire cell reeked of a foul, indescribable odor.Lyla was unprepared for this. When the officer removed the handcuffs from her wrists, she nervously asked, "How long do you plan to keep me in here?" The officer didn’t respond, just giving her a cold, condescending glance before turning away. That look, filled with a mixture of arrogance and pity, made Lyla’s skin crawl. She turned her head, avoiding his gaze.It wasn’t until she heard the clang of the cell door closing that she sna
Tana’s words sent a chill down Lyla's spine. This was something she hadn’t anticipated at all, but she couldn’t deny that there was some truth in what Tana said. The people framing her had left too many obvious gaps in their plot, so their goal was likely more than just having her imprisoned. Whether they truly intended to kill her or were simply using her to manipulate Carlo, she wasn’t sure.Lyla’s nerves, which had briefly relaxed, were once again on edge, her mind racing through the possible dangers she might face. Tana, oblivious to the shift in Lyla’s expression, continued chattering excitedly about her experiences in prison.“For example, they’ll start a fight on purpose, get the target riled up. Then, they use that as an excuse—a whole group beats that one person until they’re either dead or seriously injured. Even if the guards come, it’s no use. They’ll just say the person started it.”"Or, they’ll pay off some murderer, someone already doing life. They won’t think twice abou
Two guards escorted a woman toward the cell. One of them unlocked the door and gestured for the woman to step inside. Lyla took just one glance and felt a chill run down her spine. She wasn't even sure if this person was a woman. The newcomer's physique was broad and muscular, her hair cut short, and her expression menacing. If it weren’t for the fact that Lyla had stolen a few glances to confirm she had no Adam’s apple, she might have believed this was a man.The woman threw Lyla a cold, challenging look. Lyla stared back, refusing to back down. She knew that any sign of weakness would only invite more aggression. On the outside, she tried to remain calm, but inside, every nerve was on edge. Her hand discreetly slid toward the makeshift weapon hidden beneath her pillow—that rolled-up paper, sharp enough to defend herself if needed.But the woman made no further move. She simply plopped down on the lower bunk across from Lyla, stretched out, and soon began snoring loudly.Lyla lay ba