KATY P.O.V
Morning didn't feel like morning.
It felt like something unfinished.
Like the world had moved on…but my mind was still trapped in yesterday.
The news replayed itself over and over in my head—the flashing headlines, the confident voices, the false certainty.
James Bron was arrested.
A lie wrapped so perfectly, everyone believed it.
Everyone except me.
I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling of the penthouse, but I didn't move. My body was awake,but my mind was still trapped in yesterday.
The news.
The arrest.
The face they showed.
That wasn't him.
I knew it.
Every instinct in me rejected it.
I sat up abruptly, running my fingers through my hair, exhaling slowly.
James Bron wasn't careless.
He wasn't loud.
He wasn't the kind of man who got caught on camera and dragged away in handcuffs like a common criminal.
No.
He was worse.
He was the kind of man who lets someone else take his fall…while he watches from the shadows.
"They arrested the wrong man…" I muttered under my breath.
My chest tightened.
This wasn't justice.
This was a performance.
And the real monster?
Still breathing.
Still watching.
Still free.
I forced myself out of bed.
The floor felt cold against my bare feet as I walked toward the bathroom.
Each step felt heavy, like my body was resisting the day ahead.
But I couldn't stop.
Not now.
Not when I was this close.
The mirror greeted me.
My eyes were tired
I turned on the shower.
The water ran, filling the silence.
And when I stepped under it, the warmth didn't comfort me.
It sharpened me.
Because my thoughts didn't stop.
They got louder.
The corpse.
The footage.
Victims.
That woman from the apartment.
The lifeless body.
The staged crime.
The lies.
James Bron didn't just kill.
He designed death.
Carefully.
Patiently.
Like it was art.
And the world…was applauding the wrong ending.
My fists clenched under the water.
"You think this ends here?" I whispered,closing my eyes.The water ran down my face, mixing with the frustration burning inside me. "I'll expose you…"
Even if it costs me everything.
By the time I stepped out, my mind was made up.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just focus.
My reflection stared back at me through the fogged mirror—sharp, focused, unyielding.
I dried off quickly and walked to my closet.
My fingers brushed past different outfits until I stopped.
Black.
Of course.
I pulled it out.
A perfectly tailored black suit—sharp lines, structured shoulders, fitted waist. It hugged my figure like it was made for control, not comfort.
The fabric was expensive.
You could feel it.
Power in texture.
Authority in design.
I paired it with a crisp inner blouse and stepped into a pair of black high heels—sleek, polished, unforgiving.
The trousers fell straight, elegant, flawless.
And the heels...
Black,high and dangerous.
Each step they created was sharp…intentional…unignorable.
I looked at myself in the mirror again.
Not as a victim.
Not as a bystander.
But as someone ready to fight.
This time,I didn't see doubt.I saw war.
The elevator ride down was silent, but my thoughts weren't.
I left the penthouse without looking back.
The city outside was waking up,but I wasn't part of that world anymore.
Not after yesterday.
By the time I reached the garage, my G-Wagon was already waiting.
Black.
Tinted.
Untouchable.
Just like the man I was chasing.
I got in without a word.
My driver started the engine.
And we moved.
I sat in the backseat, staring out the window as buildings passed by like blurred memories.
Each one felt distant.
Disconnected.
Because all I could think about was...
How many people died because of him?
How many lives erased…
While the world believed a lie?
"And now you think you've escaped?" My fingers tightened into fists. "Not this time"
"Stop here" I suddenly said.
The driver slowed down.
We pulled up in front of a quiet restaurant.
I stepped out, the morning air brushing against my skin as I walked inside.
My phone buzzed.
It was a text message from Donald.
"Prosecutor Garl would like to meet you at Sunny Firm. I think he has a few evidence. It would be better if we worked with him on this case"
I stared at the message.
Garl.
Evidence?
Or another distraction?
The restaurant was calm.
Soft music played in the background.
People sat, eating, talking, living like nothing was wrong.
Like no one had been murdered.
Like justice hadn't been twisted.
The kind of place where nothing bad was supposed to happen.
I walked in, heels clicking against the polished floor, drawing a few glances I didn't care about.
I went straight to the buffet.
"One Hamburger. A cup of ice Americano" I said.
A simple meal.
I didn't come here to enjoy anything.
I took my seat by the window,my eyes scanning the street absentmindedly.
My phone buzzed again.
An incoming call from Richardo.
I stared at his name for a second.
Then declined it.
I wasn't in the mood for games.
My food arrived.
The smell of the hamburger hit me,but I barely noticed.
My phone rang again.
Still Richardo.
I took a bite of the hamburger,harder than necessary.Like I was biting into the lies themselves.
Anger tasted bitter.
I grabbed the Americano and took a long sip.
It steadied me.
I exhaled slowly and dialled Donald.
He picked up immediately.
"Miss Katy"
"I saw your message" I said. My voice was calm,but tight underneath. "Who exactly is this Prosecutor Garl?"
"He's new to the case" Donald replied. "Transferred recently. Clean record. No scandals. From what I gathered, he's known for being…thorough"
"Thorough?" I repeated. "Or convenient?"
There was a brief pause.
"I understand your concern" Donald said carefully. "But this might be our only chance. If he really has evidence..."
"Everyone has 'evidence,' Donald" I cut in. "That's how they arrested the wrong man yesterday"
There was silence.
Then... "You don't believe it was James Bron, do you?"
"No" I said immediately.
"Then who?"
"I don't know yet" I replied. "But I know this.James Bron is not the kind of man who gets caught this easily"
Donald exhaled. "So what do we do?"
I leaned back slightly, my eyes narrowing. "I need you to investigate him"
"Garl?"
"Yes. Everything. Background, connections, past cases, hidden affiliations. I want to know who he really is before I walk into that meeting"
"Understood"
"And Donald…"
"Yes?"
"If this is another setup…" My voice dropped.
"I won't be the one caught off guard"
"…I'll get it done immediately" He said.
Another pause for a few seconds before he added. "Do you think...this Garl is part of it?"
"I think so" I said slowly.
"I confirm"
The quick silence was heavy and uncomfortable.
"Katy…" Donald's voice softened slightly, "You shouldn't go alone" he warned.
"I never do" I replied calmly.
Even though I knew..That wasn't entirely true.
"Just be careful" He said.
"I don't trust any of this"
"Good" I said. "Because neither do I"
I ended the call.
And that was when I felt the presence.
I wasn't alone.
I didn't turn immediately.
I slowly turned my head toward the window.
There was nothing unusual.
Cars were passing.
People walking.
Everything was normal.
Too normal.
But I saw a black van parked across the street.
They were watching.
My heartbeat slowed.
Then sharpened.
I'm being watched.
I stood up quickly, finished the last sip of my drink and paid at the counter without wasting a second.
By the time I stepped outside, my instincts were screaming.
I got into the car immediately.
"Drive" I said.
The engine roared to life.
We pulled out.
I looked through the rearview mirror.
The van moved too.
Not fast.
Not obvious.
But far enough.
"They're tailing us" I said calmly. "Don't slow down"
The driver nodded with his hands tightened on the wheel.
"Yes, ma'am" The driver didn't panic. "Understood"
"We have to lose them" I said.
The car sped up.
Smooth at first.
Then faster.
The city blurred into streaks of light and movement.Sharp turns and calculated acceleration.
We weaved through traffic like we were cutting through air.
The van followed.
Not too close.
Not too far.
But careful and professional.
That scared me more.
"Faster" I ordered.
The driver obeyed.
The engine roared louder now.
We pushed harder.
The road stretched ahead.They were not trying to be seen.They were trying to make sure I don't escape.
The moment didn't break.
It shattered.
One second, the world was moving too fast—cars, lights, glass reflections sliding past like a blur—and the next…
Everything collided.
The sound came first.
A violent, deafening truck horn, metal folding into itself, glass exploding outward like a thousand tiny stars, the scream of tires that couldn't stop what was already too late.
The truck crashed into us with a force that didn't feel real.
My body jerked forward as the world spun out of control.
Too fast.
Too hard.
The seatbelt cut into me like it was trying to hold me together while everything else fell apart.
Then,i felt a blinding pain.It was unbearable.
My head struck the window with a sickening force.
A sharp, blinding flash burst behind my eyes, like lightning trapped inside my skull.
For a moment, I couldn't hear anything.
Not the engine.
Not the street.
Not even my own breath.
Just silence.
The kind of silence that comes after something irreversible.
Then sound came rushing back.
Distorted.
Distant.
Broken.
A faint ringing filled my ears, like the world itself had cracked and was trying to piece itself back together.
The smell hit next.
Burnt rubber.
Hot metal.
Something…bitter.
Something final.
I tried to move.
I couldn't.
My body felt disconnected like it no longer belonged to me.
My fingers trembled weakly, brushing against something wet.
I didn't need to look to know what it was.
Blood.
The window beside me was gone,shattered completely.
Cold air rushed in, biting against my skin, carrying with it the distant noise of people…or maybe just echoes.
My vision blurred, fading in and out like a dying signal.
"D…driver…" I tried to speak.
But my voice didn't sound like mine.
It was fragile,already fading.
I turned my head slowly.
Too slowly.
And that was when it broke me.
He wasn't moving.
His hands were still on the wheel,but lifeless.
His body slumped with half opened eyes
He was gone.
"No…" I whispered, though the word barely existed.
My chest tightened, not from pain, but from something deeper.
Something heavier.
This wasn't just an accident.
It was an ending.
The world around me felt distant now.
Like I was sinking beneath it.
Falling into something dark and endless.
The edges of my vision darkened, closing in, slowly…patiently…like it knew I couldn't escape.
Then I saw shadows approaching.
Through the blur.
Through the broken glass.
As darkness began to pull me under…i knew this wasn't an accident.
This was a message.
This wasn't bad luck.
This was planned.
Calculated.
Delivered.
My eyes struggled to stay open.
My body begged to shut down.
But my mind held onto one last thought—
I was getting close to the truth.
And then,everything went black.