"You've really screwed yourself over now," the composed officer sneered, wiping blood from his split lip as Ryan was dragged away.
"Just wait until Commander Johnson hears about this. You are done for, punk." Ryan twisted around, grinning despite the bruising grip on his arms. “Commander Johnson? That's Chad's cousin, right? I can't wait to meet another corrupt piece of sh*t like you." "Watch your f*cking mouth!" one of the cops who was gripping his arms snarled. "You got a death wish or something?" Ryan laughed. "Seriously? You guys have zero shame, huh? Is this how officers act everywhere, or are you all just special kinds of assholes?" "Why you little—" The composed officer lunged forward. In a burst of adrenaline, Ryan broke free and landed a vicious kick to the cop's knee. The man crumpled with a howl of pain. It all happened in seconds. Some officers rushed to help their fallen comrade, while others descended on Ryan like a pack of wolves. Fists rained down on Ryder from all sides. He didn't fight back. Not yet. Each bruise, each drop of blood—it was all ammunition. Evidence of police brutality—evidence he would use to burn this whole corrupt system down when the time was right. For now, he would play their game—and make them regret ever laying hands on him. After they were done, smirking at the bruises blooming on his face, he let out a bitter laugh. "Man, what a joke," he spat, blood trickling from his split lip. "All those tax dollars were wasted on you clowns. If one guy can cause this much chaos in your own station, how the hell do you expect to handle real criminals out there? No wonder the streets are a mess." He shook his head, his eyes gleaming with defiance. "Bet you feel real tough now, huh? Big bad officers beating up a restrained suspect. Real heroic. I'm sure your mamas are proud." He then laughed hysterically, much to the officers surprise. "This dude must be a psycho," one of the officers said. "Who is the douchebag talking sh*t about our force?" A sharp female voice cut through the air from down the hall. The officers who had their backs turned spun around, joining the others in snapping to attention. They threw up crisp salutes, their faces a mix of respect and nervousness. Curious, he craned his neck to get a look at whoever commanded this much respect from these meatheads. Afterwards, he twisted against the grip of the officers holding him, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman. He scoffed. "Are you the commander that is going to show me and make me end in hell?" The officers around him suddenly got jumpy. Some hissed at him to shut up, while others tightened their grip on his arms, their fingers digging in like they were trying to leave more bruises. The woman strode towards them, her footsteps echoing in the now-silent hallway. She radiated authority, and he could practically feel the other officer shrinking back. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her face a mask of cool professionalism. "I want answers. Now!" Before he could open his mouth, the two officers who had been grilling him earlier jumped in, and they started spinning the same bullshit story. He rolled his eyes. Of course, they would lie their asses off. He tensed, waiting for his chance to tell his side of the story—if the woman would even listen. "Young man," the woman began. "Is it true? Is it exactly what they say?" He scoffed. "Why are you asking me that when you are the one that made the order?" "Who do you think I am?" she asked him. He then told her who he thought she was—Chad's cousin. "I'm Emma Jackson," she said, her voice crisp. "Second-level superintendent and captain of West District Police Station." His eyebrows shot up upon realising that she was not just some random higher-up. She explained that she was here about some other serious case, but now he had caught her attention. His nonchalant demeanour in the middle of this shitstorm had her curious. "I'll take it from here," she told the other officers, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to question him myself," she added. Before they settled down in the interrogation room, he spotted one of the cops who had previously interrogated him trying to sneak away with the fake statement. Thinking Emma might actually be legit, he called her out on it. "That paper right there? It will prove my side of the story," he said, nodding towards the cop. The officer tried to play dumb, but she wasn't having it. "Hand it over. Now!" she ordered. The officer hesitated, probably weighing his options. Her reputation as a by-the-book officer scared him straight. Just as she was about to search him herself, he caved and forked over the paper. She then dismissed him. After hearing his side, she was intrigued. Most innocent people she had dealt with were nervous wrecks, but him? Cool as ice. Suspicious, she decided to dig deeper about him while waiting for the commander to show up. She pulled up the police database on her laptop, typing in his name after he had told her. But what popped up on the screen made her do a double-take. He was not just some random troublemaker; he was a freaking Harvard psychology graduate with a trophy case full of academic awards, fluent in four languages, a National Merit Scholar, a MBA in Business management, and a summa cum laude. His achievements were something that most people would kill for. But something was weird; his personal history was almost completely blank. No family information, no childhood records—nothing. It was just like he had popped into existence at eighteen and immediately started crushing it at Harvard. She looked up from the screen, her eyes narrowing as she studied her. He met her gaze, unflinching. "Who the hell are you?" she thought, torn between admiration and suspicion. She leaned back, crossing her arms. The interrogation just got a lot more interesting because what she had found out was not adding up. "You are a street vendor?" she inquisitively asked him. "Yes. A skewer seller," he added, chuckling. His response left her stunned. Her confusion and curiosity about him only grew stronger. The room fell silent, filled only with her bewildered stare. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. "Who exactly are you?" She nodded. "And don't tell me that bullshit that you are a street vendor. You and I know that is a blatant lie." He chuckled. "I have no idea what you mean, officer. I already told you what I do, and you can check for yourself if you still doubt it." She leaned back in her chair, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why is a Harvard hotshot slinging street food? Break it down for me." He laughed, but there was an edge to it. "What is to be explained? Since when is picking a job a crime?" The room fell into an uneasy silence. Her mind spiralled into deep thought. "What kind of mysterious person is this man?" she wondered. Could he be under the protection or surveillance of higher authorities? Maybe someone of affluence living a disguised life for his own safety, hiding from something—or someone? The possibilities were wild. Whatever his deal was, she was dead set on cracking the case. His mystery only made her more eager to dig deeper. Her thoughts were interrupted by his impatient voice. "You are wasting my time, officer,” he said, irritation creeping into his tone. Right then, like something out of a movie, the commander burst through the door. Both of them raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on. The commander crossed the room in quick strides. He leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that had her eyes going wide. When he finished, she looked totally lost. "What?" she whispered back, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. The commander looked just as confused as she did.Emma looked shocked and shifted her gaze between Ryder and the commander."Are you sure?" She asked the commander, who then nodded in affirmation."I will be right back. I want to speak to him."With that, she left the room, leaving Ryder and the commander in there.Suddenly, the commander did something totally unexpected. He bolted over to the chair where Emma had been sitting earlier, looking as nervous as he had been when he first walked in. He leaned in close, like he was about to spill some major secret.Ryan was completely lost. The commander's eyes were wide with panic as he leaned in, his hands clasped together like he was praying. "I'm so sorry, sir. I had no clue you were not just some random dude off the street. Please don't hold this against me. Look, I will come clean; nothing actually happened to Chad. That picture of him getting stabbed? It was fabricated. We faked the whole thing."His voice dropped to a desperate whisper. "I'm begging you; don't let this blow up in
Jane's usual air of superiority since Ryder had met her some minutes ago shifted to vulnerability when he locked eyes with her. It made him curious about why they were there in the middle of the night, especially considering how serious she sounded."What is it?" He asked her, her expression unreadable.Slowly, she walked closer to him, closing the gap between them.But with every step closer, his curiosity grew.When they were just a few steps apart, she finally spoke. “I don’t even know where to start. I had it all planned out in my head, but honestly, I’ve forgotten it.”She closed her eyes momentarily, holding her breath, and opened them, a faint smile plastered on her face. "This might sound weird..."She sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Oh God! I had this all planned out."She apologised to him for her lack of composure while he stared at her, his mind consumed with curiousity.He could see the hesitation in her eyes from the way she shifted her weight f
After Ryan was dropped off at his home, Jane reminded him that she would be picking him up the next day to go to the courthouse and register their marriage. It was all about keeping up appearances and making sure no one suspected anything.As he stepped inside his small, cramped room, he could not stop thinking about the whirlwind of events that had unfolded that day, especially that moment on the bridge with her. The idea of marrying someone he had just met was still ridiculous to his ears.He let out a dry laugh. "If someone had told me this would happen, I would have said they were out of their mind."But despite the absurdity, he could not shake the memory of her determined gaze. Whatever her reasons were, she was set on this, and he found himself committed to helping her achieve whatever goal she had in mind in the space of three years—the length of their marriage.Still lost in thought, his mind drifted to Mr. Lee. He remembered that Mr. Lee had told him earlier that he would no
As Ryan and Jenna walked towards the gate, he decided to have an important discussion with her before he left."Jenna," he began, his voice gentle but firm, "have you ever thought about living on your own?"She looked up, surprised. "What do you mean? I’m fine here.""I know," he replied, stepping closer. "But... you are smart and capable. It might be good for you to think about having your own place someday, maybe very soon, since you've gotten yourself a big job. It could give you some freedom and particularly a chance to really figure things out for yourself."She bit her lip, considering his words. "I don’t know... it is just so comfortable here with dad and the family.""I get it," he said, nodding. "But comfort is not everything. Sometimes, stepping out of your comfort zone is the only way to grow."She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to read his intentions. Finally, she nodded. "I will think about it.""Good," he smiled. "That’s all I ask, and it is for your o
The constant knocking on the door dragged Ryan out of sleep the next morning.Groaning, he stumbled towards the door, still in his undershorts. Yesterday had been exhausting, and he had stayed up late. But when he opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise—it was Jane. She looked just as startled, clearly not expecting him to be so unprepared on their big day.“Have you forgotten the significance of today for us?” she asked, frustration edging her voice.He quickly apologised, promising he would be ready in just a few minutes. He invited her in and hurried off to get prepared.When he walked out of his small bedroom, she was taken aback by how good he looked.Even though he was just wearing a simple white shirt with black stripes and black trousers, he looked handsome enough to make any woman turn her head."No wonder he has a reputation for attracting women," she thought inwardly.Still, even though he was exactly her type, she did not feel any romantic interest in him."This i
The morning air was still cool when Ryan's phone buzzed. Groggy and annoyed, he answered it to hear Jane’s voice on the other end."I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to pick you up as promised. I’ve got an emergency meeting out of state," she said, her tone brisk."What about your driver? Can’t he come and pick me up?” He asked, his irritation seeping into his voice."No,” she responded sharply. "You will have to find your own way to my house.”Before he could protest, she hung up. A few moments later, his phone pinged again—this time, it was a text with the address and some money for transport.He stared at the credit alert, his annoyance growing. "She is such a rude asshole,” he muttered, pocketing his phone. Even though they had agreed to keep things strictly business, he had hoped she would show a bit of common courtesy. Instead, it felt like she was going out of her way to make things difficult.“I guess that is what I will have to deal with for the next three years,” he sighed
As Ryan drove back to the estate gate, he stopped as the security guard approached the car before opening the gate to let him out. Ryan rolled down the window, smirking as the guard's eyes widened in shock at the sight of him in the sleek car.Ryan scoffed, locking eyes with the guard. "What, you think I stole it because I’m too poor to own something this nice?"The guard struggled to find words, his mouth opening and closing uselessly."Open the gate and let me out of here, you lowlife," Ryan snapped.He chuckled as he watched the guard trudge back to the gatehouse."It’s always the ones with nothing who look down on others when they get a taste of the good life," he muttered to himself.Once the gate was open, he drove forward a bit and stopped in front of the gatehouse."Is there... is anything wrong, sir?" The guard drawled."Sir?" Ryan chuckled.He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t worry, I won’t report you to your employer. Your job is safe... for now.”A s
As the officer approached the scene, the young man ran to him."Mr. Jackson!" The officer recognised him instantly."Thank God you are here." The young man—Mr. Jackson said."You see that scumbag over there?" He pointed towards Ryan, who was still standing with the girl. "You won't believe he humiliated me. Me, of all people!" A smirk crossed his face as Ryder's gaze locked with his.The officer quickly apologised to Mr. Jackson, assuring him that he would handle the situation, and then approached Ryder.After asking Ryder what had happened, which Ryder explained in detail, the officer informed him that he would need to come down to the station on charges of intentionally causing traffic and assaulting Mr. Jackson.Ryan scoffed, already predicting how things would unfold. "Intentionally causing traffic? Did you even listen to what I said caused all of this? Since you're clearly choosing not to believe me, why don't you ask the witnesses around?"But to Ryan's surprise, no one spoke u