“Are you certain that you’re alright, Ms. Claudette?” Klen immediately inquired as to the time that all of us were already inside the precinct lobby.
I swiftly nodded and said, "Yes, I’m alright.”
After a while, Klen immediately approaches one lady police officer, who is at that time accommodating people at the lobby, and inquires about the invitation we received earlier today.
Not a moment long when the lady officer led the way to the police staff in-charge with our case.
“Good day, I’ve been expecting you, Miss Silverstone. I am Police Sergeant Antony Gabriel and I will be in-charge in handling your assassination case.” the police sergeant introduces himself as he extends his hand to me.
I immediately reach for it and smile at him. “Thank you, Sergeant.” I said.
“Please have your seats.” Sergeant Gabriel immediately told us after.
As we all took our seats, I couldn’t help but swiftly ask him about this assassination thing that he just said. “Sergeant, what do you exactly mean that you’re handling my assassination case, do you mean someone wants me dead?”
Sergeant Gabriel clasps his hands altogether as he rests it on top of his desk. He then leans a little forward as he makes his reply.
“We are still making further investigation but the scenario but one thing is certain, Miss Claudette. What happened to you and your late father was no accident. It was pretty much plotted carefully.”
“How can you be certain, Sergeant? What motive do they have for assassinating us? Does my father have any enemies?”
"As I previously stated, we are still investigating the incident as well as related clues that may lead us to a better understanding of this matter. Mr. Klen here told me that your father has a strong allegiance to the Alforques. It isn’t new to everyone that Alforques holds the largest estate firm here in Alforques. I still don’t have any concrete evidence but there could be an underlying connection with his relationship with the Alforques that caused his assassination.”
Alforques? Of course, how could I even forget about the Alforques, particularly Matteo, who had completely rejected me because he didn’t believe me? He chose to believe that wench, Chelsie, over me.
I remember that the Alforques, specifically the Blue Moon Pack, had solid ties with the Silvermoon Pack. It was said that if Claudette Silverstone didn’t die with her father, she would certainly be the one to be betrothed to Matteo and not me.
The only reason I came into the picture was because she died. And now, how ironic that I came back in time just to live inside of her body. which makes me wonder whatever happens to the real me during this time.
It never dawned on me until this very moment that the real me might also be alive somewhere out here in Anacortes. I need to check on this as well, perhaps I can check on my home after this. I could also see my mother. She is the only one I have left in the present, it worries me what she could possibly be doing in it now.
I bet she is devastated to know that her only daughter died by jumping off that cliff. I can’t hardly imagine seeing my mother cry that way. How I wish I could easily track down the traitor who orchestrated everything that night.
Perhaps if I could meet with the version of myself that exists today, I could actually help her take a different route to change what will happen to me in the present time. In that way, at least I don’t need to bother finding the culprit as long as I can escape the death that awaits my present-day self.
What I fail to notice is that while I am stuck in that moment of thought, everyone inside the sergeant’s office is apparently staring at my face. I notice they are all looking at me with anxiety painted on their faces.
“I’m sorry, Miss Claudette. I know this must be very hard for you.” Klen snaps me out of the short silence that follows their long stare at me.
Here goes Klen once again. He was being extra concerned as well as Taylor with the way she looks at me with so much worry. I feel bad that they feel so much anxiety, far more than me. But for the sake of my plan not to be jeopardised, I have no choice but to ignore the guilt that I feel now.
“We can actually try to talk some other time, Miss Claudette, if you are not feeling well today. I understand that you’ve just yet to fully recover from the incident. I know that trying to see through this dark memory of that unfortunate event is hard. That’s why I highly advise you to stay in your house. We will be sending police to patrol around your area every now and then to help secure your safety, but I would suggest to better secure Miss Claudette’s safety, try to hire elite bodyguards to personally attend to her security.” Sergeant Gabriel promptly suggested.
Personal Security? Like a bodyguard? No way! I can’t have a body guard. That will only make things difficult for me to move around if I will have bodyguards around to keep an eye on me every single time.
But still, I understand that, being the last heiress of the Silvermoon pack, it is my duty to keep this body safe at all times. which is why I fully understand that Klen and Taylor have no other option but to hire me a bodyguard in the end.
“Thank you, Sergeant. We will take our leave from here. If there is any progress with the case, please inform us quickly.” I told the sergeant.
“Of course. If you are not aware, I am greatly in debt to your late father, Julius Silverstone. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t be able to become a police sergeant today. That’s why I’ll see to it that I can find a way to give justice to your father’s death.” Sergeant Gabriel is very determined, given the words he left me.
“Thank you, Sergeant. My father would certainly be happy to hear that. We’ll go ahead.” I told him as we all made our exit from the building.
While we were heading home, I suddenly asked them to stop by the town to buy some drinks. Thankfully, Taylor trusted me easily after she handed over my purse to me. I quickly enter a 24/7 convenience mart and hide myself behind one of the shelves, pretending that I am buying something.
At that moment, I immediately checked on Taylor and Klen, they were still outside waiting for me. I needed to get away from here in order to go check on my mother. I want to see her and my old self.
As I try to find my way out, it seems as though fate has been helping me out when I happen to see the back exit of the convenience mart. I immediately made my exit there and hurriedly boarded the next cab passing by.
I am still feeling guilty that I have to deceive Klen and Taylor in order to get away from them. It left me no choice, I know that they won’t allow me to go on my own, especially now that we all know someone is after my life—Claudette’s life, I mean.
Still, I needed to see my mother and my old self in order to relieve me of this weight inside my chest that something could happen to them if they started being with those people I find suspicious.
I didn’t realize that the cab had already stopped until the driver informed me of the transport charge. After paying for it, I then stepped out and took a closer walk to this familiar place—the Alforque Manor.
The Alforque manor.It seems like yesterday that I was inside there celebrating what was supposed to be one of the most unforgettable events in my life, and that was to be formally engaged to Matteo. But after all that they’ve done that night, that wonderful evening turns out to be my greatest nightmare.It is all because of that traitor. Unfortunately, I just can’t remember the exact picture of that traitor. The traitor’s face is blurred every time I try to visualize it.However, this isn’t the time to think about that traitor. If I can’t find the traitor quickly, I better warn my mother and my original self to avoid such faith ever coming to my present self again.The Alforque manor was always secured with men back in the days, however, this time, it is entirely different. It seems odd to me that there are fewer guards stationed around the compound; given that the Alfoque should be increasing the level of security they have at this point. Especially after the incident that happened
The room is heavily covered with thick black draped curtains that I almost couldn’t see through who this person was standing before me. All that I can envisage is his broad physique, long wavy hair, brusque arms. And have I already said that his eyes were a bit glowing, making me see clearly how beautiful like topaz her hazel eyes are. He must be a beautiful man but for some reason, the way he stares at me speaks differently. I can strongly say that he is a man despite just those silhouette physiques that I can visualize at the moment. I mean, I don’t think that he is a woman. I have never seen any woman of such physical attributes around the Alforque manor before.Right at this moment though, It seems like I am about to face danger being anywhere near this man. Yet, I can’t even move my feet to run away or even make any sound to ask for help. I wonder if someone will even come for my aid had I even made any attempt to shout for help. Perhaps, if I call for my mother then she might
It came as a complete surprise to see him so soon. It's hard for me to believe that out of all the people I'll run into inside the Alforque Manor, my ex-fiancé Matteo will be one of them. I just can't believe it.“Matteo?” and I even accidentally said it out loud.It's impossible for me to be mistaken about him because he's Matteo. The features of his face, including his eyes, lips, and nose, are intrinsically him. The only difference is that he now has tanned skin and messy long hair that is shoulder-length or longer and is tied in a half-ponytail behind his head. The fact that he even has a few braids is relatively odd.Does Matteo look like this before? When we first met, he didn't look anything like that, and it's all I can think about now. He has a whiter complexion than I do, which contributes to the fact that he is paler than me. He also has a neater haircut. And yes, he doesn’t have any brusque physique. Additionally, the Matteo that I am familiar with is not the type to str
I mustered up all of the strength I could and pushed him off of me as quickly as I could in that very instant. The audacity of him to say that right in front of my very face.Due to the fact that he is such a pervert, I am beginning to suspect that he is not the same Matteo that I am familiar with.Matteo is a totally different person from this other guy. I knew that Matteo would never treat a woman, much less a stranger, in such a manner, even though he chose to reject me as his mate. Although it might not make sense at first glance, this man actually possesses more of a dominant quality than meets the eye. It's almost as if, by the way he looks at me, he's trying to convey to me that he wants to possess me. It is rather unsettling that the only thing I want to do right now is run away and get away from here. Because of this, I immediately begin searching for a location from which I can flee the situation. It just so happened that I saw the window, which was cracked open only a lit
I scream my head off because I'm terrified that he will either touch me or behave in a manner that is so repugnant that I can hardly imagine it.On the other hand, the events that followed were something I had not even remotely anticipated. The man merely drew himself back and laughed at me in response. He made it sound as if to ridicule me even more.He laughs and says, "You are one loud mouse!" His eyes had reverted to the warm golden brown color, which is reminiscent of the gemstone topaz. Even though I can't say for sure, I think that color of his eyes would be way better over the terrifying crimson hues that I saw earlier.After mustering up the bravery to voice my disapproval of what he had just said, I felt an immediate urge to reverse the horrifying momentum I had been experiencing up until that point. “Did you just call me a mouse?” I instantly asked which sounded more like a protest. “What else would enter my house without getting invited? A mouse, right?”“So now you’re i
I knew this man was up to no good! Not only did he yank me around like some kind of object as he threw me into his bed almost as if I were a pillow, but he even dared to come nearly naked in front of my eyes as he jumped over me after taking off his pants and leaving just his boxers. “What do you think you’re doing?” For the sake of whatever scheme he may have had in mind, I panicked. He said, "Just be quiet!" in a hushed but very authoritative voice. The way in which his eyes look at mine from such a close distance causes my heartbeat to quicken and makes me feel tense. I'm so terrified, but despite my anxiety, I still tried to fight for my freedom so that I could get away from him. And since it's possible that he just couldn't take any more of my revolting actions, he swiftly grabbed both of my wrists and pressed them against my sides while he leaned forward and brought his face closer to me in order for him to freely seize my mouth. Without any consideration for me whatsoever
I had to immediately stand up to match his height, despite the fact that he was a significant amount taller than I was. As soon as our gazes connected, I firmly informed him, "I have nothing to explain to you." which he promptly responded to by saying, "Then I don't think I should really just freely let you go." Hearing that causes my lower jaw to drop and my mouth to make a shape that is reminiscent of the letter 'O.' By making those insulting comments toward me, he is attempting to gauge how easily I will lose my cool. I can't shake the feeling that he's playing a joke on me here, even though he does make some good points. I can't sit here and let him bother me incessantly like this. Because of this, I need to come up with a more compelling argument to convince him to let me go so that I can escape. I was caught off guard and made the snap decision to speak to him while pointing my index finger directly at his face and saying, “You—you don't know who I am. Therefore, you had b
This Mr. creep-of-a-fellow assists me in exiting the room, and then he walks with me to the next room, which is where an extension leading to the backyard garden is waiting. If my memory serves me right, I believe that this is the room where I had to get ready to look fabulous for the supposedly unforgettable engagement party that Matteo and I are throwing. However, due to those set-ups, which I don't think are Chelsie's sole responsibility, things didn't go so well between us in the end. I have this nagging feeling that someone else is the mastermind behind everything that's been going on. I'm not sure who it is. It's possible that the person whom I last recalled, who betrayed me near the cliff, is connected in some way to that other person. Regrettably, I am unable to conjure up a clear image of that person’s face in my mind because it is so hazy. When I first walked into the room, despite the fact that the atmosphere and appearance of the room are completely different from what