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
Carlo sat on the balcony of the mansion's third floor, staring blankly at the waves in the distance. The wind whipped the sea, sending the waves crashing against the rocks with a low, rumbling roar. The setting sun painted half the sky a brilliant red, casting a shimmering glow on the water like flames dancing on the surface. Beside him were Valentina's painting tools, her easel holding a canvas she had been working on.Just a few minutes earlier, Valentina had set down her brushes, mentioning she’d learned a new recipe for a grape-based drink and wanted to make it for her son. She had gone to the kitchen, leaving Carlo alone. Taking advantage of her absence, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. His mother didn’t like the smell of smoke, so he rarely indulged in her presence. But at this moment, he needed the calming effect to settle his restless thoughts.Life in the mansion over the past few days had followed a similar pattern. Carlo avoided his father whenever possible, not wan
A shard of glass fell onto Valentina’s slipper, slicing through the smooth skin of her bare foot. Bright red blood seeped slowly from the wound. She winced in pain, collapsing onto the floor, her face pale, showing a mix of vulnerability and helplessness. She looked up at Carlo with pleading eyes. “Son, help me up, please.”Carlo instinctively took a few steps toward her but stopped abruptly, realizing something. “How much more have you been hiding from me?” he asked, his voice cold but laced with pain, towering over her.Valentina's expression shifted to one of wounded innocence. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, her voice trembling, "Yes, it was me... I ordered Hudson to kill that man. The day you came back, your phone was broken. Hudson couldn’t reach you, so he called the landline, and Maria picked up. While I was upstairs touching up my makeup, Maria told me. So, I called him back just to tell him your phone wasn’t working. That’s when he informed me that man was going after
In the largest hospital of Westhaven...Lyla lay silently on her bed, her head wrapped in thick bandages, with an IV drip attached to her arm. Though the medication had put her into a deep sleep, the tightly furrowed brow and trembling lips betrayed the agony she was enduring, as if trapped in a relentless nightmare. The room was silent, save for the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor and the sound of her labored breathing.Lucas sat by her bedside, looking exhausted, his expression a mixture of pain and helplessness. Clutched tightly in his hand was the medical report he had just received from the nurse: a concussion, fractured ribs, and multiple soft tissue injuries. He couldn't image the horrors Lyla must have faced while in there. As he gazed at her pale face, a wave of sorrow and anger surged within him.The memory of the day he brought Lyla back from the police station still haunted him.To gather the bail money, Lucas had been forced to take out a high-interest loan. By