CHAPTER 90
LIANA’S POV
After the little episode that morning, Killian kinda convinced me to follow him somewhere. He didn’t say much, just gave me that smug little smirk and said, “Just trust me.”
And since I was bored and had nothing to do anyway, I agreed. That was how we both ended up in the car. His hand was on my thigh the entire time while he drove with his other hand, casually like we weren’t heading to some mysterious destination he refused to reveal.
“Where are we going?” I asked him again, my eyes darting between his face and the road.
He smirked, not even looking at me. “Somewhere.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not an answer.‘
“It’s all you’re getting for now.”
I sighed and leaned back into the seat. “Fine. Then I’ll just talk to myself the whole ride.”
“You already do that anyway,” he muttered.
“Rude,” I muttered right back. “So… any update on Cynthia?”
He raised a brow but said nothing.
“I saw the article,” I added quickly. “That blog post you made them publish? Damn. That was brutal. I mean… I almost felt sorry for her.”
He glanced at me. “Almost?”
“Yeah. Almost. But then I remembered how she beat me over seventy fucking times with a whip and tried to get me gang–raped, so… yeah, pity evaporated pretty fast.”
He didn’t respond. Just smirked again.
“I mean, you didn’t hold back at all.” I pulled out my phone and opened the article I’d saved. I read it out loud, laughing through my disbelief:
BREAKING: Cynthia Stone Wanted for Multiple Crimes
The divorcee Socialite, Cynthia Stone is now the subject of a criminal investigation following leaked footage and audio recordings that leave no doubt about her involvement in a series of heinous crimes. In the first video, Stone is seen drugging and sexually assaulting a married man, ignoring his obvious intoxication and inability to consent. Further investigation reveals she recorded the assault without his knowledge and sent the footage to his pregnant wife. A second clip shows Stone orchestrating a car crash meant to kill the same woman and her unborn child.
Stone is currently on the run. Authorities urge anyone with information on her whereabouts to come forward. A cash reward has been placed on her head.
I shook my head, scrolling through the comments. “God. People are even tagging her as a murderer. Damn! Very brutal!”
Killian chuckled.
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“I’d really love to get this cash prize though. I mean… I don’t know where she is, but I think those guys who worked with her? I remember them saying something like they were gonna ‘guard‘ her or some shit. I think they might still be hiding her.”
Killian’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel lightly, but he said nothing. That little glint in his eye though, he knew something. I could feel it.
“What would you do,” he asked after a beat, “if you saw her now?”
I blinked, then looked at him slowly. “Cynthia?”
He nodded.
I didn’t even hesitate. “Well, even though I really want that cash prize so damn bad, I also want to deal with her. Like… really deal with her. I don’t think I have any pity left. Maybe a happy pity? I don’t even know what that means. Like… I’m happy she’s suffering, but if I’m being honest, I still wanna make it worse. I want her to feel helpless. I want her to understand what it means to be on the other end of power. I want her to pay, Killian. I really fucking do.”
Killian laughed. “Let’s see what you’ve got then.”
I frowned. “What?”
He didn’t answer. Just kept driving. I started to notice the road looked a little too familiar. My chest tightened.
“Wait… isn’t this the way to the warehouse?” I asked, my voice rising a bit.
He was grinning now. That smug, knowing grin.
“Killian.”
“It’s okay,” he said, pulling into the corner street. “You’ll see.”
I stared out the window and then gasped the moment I saw the warehouse. My stomach dropped.
“Killian, what’s going on?”
He didn’t answer. Just turned off the engine and got out. I barely had time to unbuckle myself before he was opening my door.
“Come on, baby.”
There were policemen everywhere. Not just one or two. The entire perimeter was surrounded. And as I stepped out , they all started bowing… to me.
Even the Chief of Police.
I blinked, stunned.
“Good morning, Luna,” one of the officers said.
“Luna,” another greeted with a nod.
Logan and Steve walked out too. Both of them bowed, not just forced but with genuine respect. And I just stood there like an idiot, confused out of my damn mind.
“What the hell is going on?” I whispered.
Killian slipped his arm around my waist and leaned in. “They all know.”
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“Know what?” I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, and my thoughts were spinning.
Everything felt surreal. The way everyone looked at me, the sudden shift of power, the complete reversal from when I was dragged here last time, beaten, humiliated, and treated like I was nothing.
And now they were bowing.
I swallowed hard, my legs slightly shaky as they led me into the same rotten warehouse I swore I’d never return to.
And deep down, something in me said this time… it was going to be very, very different.
