I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

3RD POV:

It was judgment day for all as the police officers were moving from mansion to mansion, at least two mansions. The police had arrested Jenny and her men, meanwhile Jenny’s brain kept replaying her killing Nathaniel all over again. She couldn’t believe she did that, she kept staring at the police officer’s gun on his waist and debated if she should take it and kill herself or not.

“I need to kill myself, so I can hurriedly join Nathaniel and apologize.” She said to herself but luckily or unluckily, the policeman who was standing right in front of her cell, got a call and left.

Jenny sucked her teeth sharply at that and rocked herself back and forth as she was in complete disarray.

The thing with obsession is you never know when it turns from love to such a monastery feeling. Where you are capable of doing anything without thinking, even if it’s crazy and impulsive and violent. Jenny was in dismay and she just kept reflecting on all her actions, from lying about needing blood just for attention, cutting Lydia’s brakes, fleeing the city, doing her helper badly and stealing his jeep, money and valuables, kidnapping and even shooting at the man she swore she loved.

I just wanted to make sure I get married to him just like my mum and Mrs King wanted. She said to herself.

“Mum, what do I do?” She cried calling for her mother who had passed away years ago in a mental institution using a glass to slit her wrist.

Her mother kept hearing voices in her head and she felt it was due to killing her husband and grooming her daughter for evil so she ended it all.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do I end it like you did too?” Jenny questioned with her eyes looking crazy. The other woman who was in the cell with Jenny stared at her crazy and looked away mentally praying Jenny doesn’t do anything that would scar her memory. It was already enough that they were in prison, watching someone kill themselves was too much.

The police were aware of their involvement and the exact location of the warehouse through both their investigations as well as an anonymous person, who sent recordings of calls and clear pictures of Jenny in front of the warehouse. And the anonymous person happened to be Aaron and Jeremiah.

Aaron loved Lydia so much that he wanted her to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

Meanwhile, the police had just arrived at the Wilist mansion and with a warrant. They had been able to trace everything such as calls, vans, phone call discussions with Jenny, and transfer of money from Jason.

The maid opened the door and frowned seeing the police. She allowed the police in with the assumption that they were just ensuring the protection of the rich but it was quite the contrary.

“Good evening, detective.” The family was having dinner along with his cousins and they were all in an argument as usual. They all frowned when they saw a bunch of police men coming.

“We have a warrant for the arrest of Jason Wilist for being an accessory to the kidnapping and attempted murder of Nathaniel King as well as the abuse of his ex-girlfriend, Rachel King.” The police went ahead to grab Jason who leaned back in seat staring at them with disbelief and anger.

“What?” Their father snatched the warrant from the police and clenched and unclenched his jaw. Disappointed with Jason and angry with the Kings.

Rachel had just abruptly decided to press charges against Jason, so he can serve longer years for also abusing her.

“Now, who is nobody?” His cousins taunted simultaneously as Jason had just called them nobodies a few minutes before.

“Son, we will get you out of there, I promise.” Mrs Wilist yelled after her son as he was led to the police car. Jason just kept smirking arrogantly ignoring the happy smiles from his two cousins.

On another hand, Mrs King’s arrest was going on as well as she has packed her belongings fearing for herself and Nathaniel. She had just gotten information that Nathaniel was shot and she became worried. She was uncertain of how to go about things and what to do but she remained calm. All she wanted to do now was to establish her son was still alive and hopefully she will get a chance to apologize to him.

The doorbell rang repeatedly as she watched the news waiting for an update while tying a scarf around her neck and preparing to head to the hospital. The house was empty and cold, she felt extremely alone in there. After the maids had seen her smiling, they left and decided to come the next day as they needed the money.

She hurried, walked towards the door and opened it, she frowned seeing the police standing right there.

“Good evening officer. How is my son?” She questioned and glanced at the chief’s hand as he held a white envelope in wonder.

Were they delivering reports of my son’s improvement through an envelope?

“Good evening Mrs King, Nathaniel King is in the hospital fighting for his life at the moment. But tonight we have a warrant for you for being an accessory to the kidnapping and attempted murder of Nathaniel King.” They walked towards her but she moved backwards.

“Excuse me? Attempted murder of MY OWN SON?” She knitted her eyebrow and resisted the cuffing of her hand.

“Anything you say will and can be used against you in the court of law… ” The Chief officer kept speaking as he was irritated by her. About two paparazzi were standing by the gate and another left stood around the fence taking pictures.

“Do you know who I am? I am the most respected woman in the country, everyone composes themselves at the sound of my name. I am Mrs King!” They simply ignored her and cuffed her hand, one of the policemen stifled a laugh at her speech.

“You can’t do this to me, you can’t.” She cried out fighting while the paparazzi kept taking pictures.

The next morning, Mrs King’s face was seen with her mouth wide open as she protested from the arrest and people laughed and made memes and mocked her.

So much for being the most respected woman.

“That’s just so crazy. Playing an accomplice to the kidnapping of your son. How is Lydia doing?” Patricia asked, serving Mr Miller breakfast as they watched the breakfast news.

“From what I have heard, not so well. But I’m headed to see her right now. Are You coming?” He inquired holding onto her waist affectionately.

She thought for a moment before saying,”Yes, let me go get dressed and pack something for her.”