All Chapters of What Happened Jane?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue The scent of a burning candle and dried blood, and strong whiskey mix in the air inhaling the scent as my brows furrowed hearing a loud clock ticking as seconds passed by I was getting more anxious about what's happening. Feeling the exhaustion around my body and my eyes is so heavy, wanting to shut close risking myself if I can't keep myself awake. What time is it now? Where I am? The clothing around my eyes prevents me from seeing anything and trying my best to recollect what really happened a while ago. The coldness seep through my clammy skin and I heard a metallic scratching sound dragging on the floor along the heavy footsteps coming in my direction. I tried to untangle my hand and wiggled it, a hard cold metal wrap around my wrist. Hearing the clanging sound of chains I gasp as I felt the stinging pain poking my legs. Shit! Inhale, exhale and think! I gasp for air, with my eyes covered in a thick piece of cotton I can only sense thru my ears and fingers, I inhaled

The next morning, Jane started her day with a usual cup of black coffee sitting on the couch while she read the pile of papers from the report given to them by the evidence and forensic department regarding the case. She yawned and leaned her back at the chair, inhaling the aroma of black coffee, and glance at the man walking down the stairs looking at her with a frowning face, wrinkles on his head, she averted her gaze back to the paper she was reading."Jane, where's your mother?" he asked Jane. She only look at him like he was growing to heads and why on Earth was he asking for her mother when they're sleeping in one room."I don't know and why would I care?" Jane responded, glaring at the old man's question thinking it's absurd to ask her about her whereabouts and besides Flora Adair, her mother was a busy woman though she's head over heels over Marcos. She would never forget her responsibilities to the Adair family after their father died, but being married to tha

Jane, watching her twin, walked to the building. It was an unexpected move of Lane and why she was here? She opened the driver's door and followed her sister to the building. Heart thumping loudly every step she took, her best friend Kate was in the same building acting as one of the guests of the suspected murderer. They had a plan to get the suspect in act of transaction of the drugs. And now this, the building she was into was a hotel, and this moment having a grand celebration was being held by Rofeller family who owned the said structure. One of the guest was the suspect murder and drug seller, Christopher Edmonton, and according to their intel, this night, a great deal of drug transaction will take place during the event.Of course, Jane had the list of people to be here and no Lane Adair was on the list. She gave her fake invitation to the two guards in the entrance door of the hotel that lead to the grand party hall, and one of the guy looked at her with

Jane couldn't process what she had witnessed. The man named Christopher three years ago, their target at the raid, was now the fiancé of her twin sister Lane. How and why did she not know about this? Why did her twin not even tell her? She clicked her tongue, watching suspiciously at the man who was sitting beside Lane, wearing his dollar smile, chatting at their mother — Flora and their bastard stepfather.   She silently sat across the table, eating her food in silence as they laughed and talked. Jane heard a clearing of throat, and it instantly diverted her attention to the man who was now also looking at her, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes making Jane raise her brows as she thought that the man had guts to dare ask her, something.   "Jane, I heard Becket Alfonso have his eyes set on you," the intruder bastard said without hesitation. Jane looks at her twin sister with questioning eyes. How does this man know about Becket? But instea

The news of what happened in the central avenue in LV city reached Jane, searching at the database on her computer. ‘A man died shoot at Central Avenue.’ The bold letters in the online news pop at her notification bar, and in the image taken was Austine half side and the other officers near the car and the ambulance. It shocked Jane when she read the man shot by an unknown rider dead at arrival in the hospital was the victim's father, Jane Roberts. Then the door of the office opened, Austine walked in, her eyes lifted meeting his apprehensive eyes. “What happened?” Jane inquired. Austine settled his writing pad at her desk. “Mr. Roberts died of the unknown man in black clothing, and what's infuriating, the cctv in the area did not even get the plate number of the vehicle. The phone of Mr. Roberts was missing, some of the police went to his house found nothing. What could be the reason of killing him is unidentified