The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Prosecuted

“NOOO!” I tried to extend my hand, even though I knew they couldn't accept it. Before I soared away, my two eyes could see how the explosion detonated behind them.

The other exposed ones blasted as well; some were caught in the explosion even though they were already outed in the hole, the worst thing that happened was to those who remained inside. People wanted to go out but were thwarted by the explosion. Aunt Lennie and Uncle Dominador were among them.

Stanley, please accept my apologies. I was unable to save your parents.

My forehead and arm were swollen from the hot items thrown up by the explosion, and there was virtually nothing left in the church. Everything was reduced to ashes. I got down on my knees and prepared to dash over there, but hands held me back. Because there's a possibility something might explode again, they stop me soonest. How did it all come to end? It feels like only yesterday that we were making plans for everything.

I'd slope if I could only open my chest, relieve the ache, and go to slumber. It is horrible to witness this event. It wasn't created by humans! My filthy wedding gown is proof that not everything we want will be suitable for us. As disgusting as the scene is, so is the conscience of the person who created it.

I could hear the police car and ambulance coming up behind me. Several more vehicles came. Would they have saved the people who are precious to me if they had arrived earlier? I beat my chest as I knelt, my tears like waves. I'm punching it in the hopes that the agony would go gone. That is, I may forget what I saw as I experience more of its torment.

Have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff and simply waited for the wind to strike you because you are ready to let go of everything. You are ready to leave people behind after the end. However, those individuals are the first to leap ahead of you?

Someone came to a halt in front of me. That's undoubtedly what happened when my parents died. The only difference today is that the sun's beams are high as if it wants to dry my tears, so they don't flow again; heretofore, it was pouring incessantly, joining me in my misery. And the man I had initially seen was standing in front of me again.

I was overjoyed at that time since someone was glad to help me. I am grateful that, despite my parent's death, there is still someone who has opened his heart to accept me. I didn't raise my head; instead, I stared coldly at the black shoes.

“Caroline …” Even though his voice was as sweet as teddy bears to snuggle every night, even if it tickled my stomach like a feather, I didn't move because I want to blame him for what occurred.

The butterflies and bugs in my stomach were saddened to learn that Andrius was the cause of my disappointment, that the man they thought would make me happy was the reason it was dark around them now. There are battling storms where they play, and I feel sorry for them too. I want them to surround my body and we both share the grief.

“Why are you here?” I couldn't recognize my own voice, and I was scared by its icy coldness and sharpness. When you hear it, it's like a word that rubs your skin and leaves a crack.

“I heard on the news what happened,” he said, his voice soothing. It seemed as though he were standing right next to me just to comfort me. But I can't believe that he speaks in such a tone of voice. Didn't he realize he was the cause of the flood?

The guys who had recently stopped me had now left.

I stood up so that my rage against him would not get stronger. My feet felt like they were made of melting ice cream. Anyone would believe my knees don't have bones since I feel like I'm about to fall with just a little movement. But I made an effort to avoid Andrius. I want to get so far away from

him, that he'll never be able to locate me again. I wouldn't have regretted it as much if we hadn't returned here.

Then there was the firefighter. I didn't rush to get stranded because I was very distant from the area where there was still fire. I was drowning in the torrent of darkness in the depths of my mind, and I had lost sight of the rock in front of me. I didn't rescue my body from falling because I'd rather endure the real pain in the wound than the unseen pain. I'm at a loss on how to treat the deep wound that my eyes can't see. I'm not certain whether there are any worms or bacteria in there that are progressively degrading that section since it aches worse than time passes. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

But I was shortly overtaken by a powerful arm. It curled around my stomach, preventing me from falling, but I pulled him away without hesitation. He is acid. Every time his skin comes into contact with mine, it aches. He was more dangerous than ordinary poison.

I completely crashed on the ground. My face sunk into the rock and stone landed on my forehead. It aches immediately, but this is what I want. It's better to suffer bodily agony than to shatter my skull with mental damage.

“, Please. I am begging you. Get the hell away from me!” My body was still lying on the ground, and I looked around at the people who were already giving statements to the police, but no one noticed me because I was so far away from them and because I flew earlier.

“Caroline,” he said, and he simply wanted to help me.

I picked up a huge rock that was very near to the rock that had hit me earlier. I clutched it closely, tears streaming down my cheeks, and placed it to my head. The one with the sharpest edge was just in front of my face. He backed away as a result of what I did, fearful of what I might do next. His eyes widened as he realized what I was doing and was capable of.

“Try to come to me. Even just one step. I will not hesitate to hit it on my head so that I can follow the people who died because of what your mother did.” My voice was full of resentment. I wanted him to do something after I said that, but I knew that couldn't happen.

Whether I turn the world upside down, whether I squat on the ground full of broken glass, whether I drink acid, I know they will not return. If I hadn’t accepted Stanley’s help, would they have been included in the misfortune of my life?

“What do you mean?” I knew he didn't know, but we both knew he wasn't stupid! We both understood that while we were so far apart, his mother was always the villain.

“Try asking your mother — and hopefully; next time you can stop what she will do next.”

I was grateful to the person who approached us; he was a police officer, and as a result, Andrius chose to go. He gazed at me for a long time, waiting for me to take the stone from my head, but it was still there when the officer approached. Only when he affirmed that I had no intention of removing it if he did not leave, did he go.

I knew he was gone when I heard the sound of his keys and the sound of his car. The cop who had been standing nearby and had not interfered with what was going on assisted me in getting to my feet. He appears to know who Andrius is; therefore he wants to avoid getting engaged in our conflict.

“Miss, you need to be taken to the hospital first to find out what will happen next, and then we will take your statement. We got the statements of all the survivors, but they only said one thing, so you are the last one we will ask.” He scratched his head and reread the small journal he was holding while biting the tip of his pen.

My dirty face was mixed with astonishment and fear because what that woman said seemed to come true, that these people would be dumb.

“What did they say?” Only my head was facing him since my body had turned to face Andrius's spot earlier. I'm hoping I'm just thinking incorrectly.

“They say the church door suddenly closed and one of your colleagues saw a bomb. So, you can be prosecuted.” The man is still hesitant to speak.

My entire body had turned to him as a result of what he said. Is what I'm hearing correct? Is he serious when he says this?

“So, miss, you must be treated first, and then you must be interviewed.” It's also suspicious because you're the lone survivor of the Grayson family.”

My ears were hurting as a reaction to what he said. I pushed him hard, and my face grew bright red as if a lot of chilies had been spilled on me, and the sharpness was launched at him.

“HOW CAN I DO THAT?! MY DAUGHTER DIED INSIDE!” I point to the burnt church. I don’t have to defend myself. I just need to say what happened. Even though we were far away, everyone turned to us because of the shout I made. I saw the man quickly avert his gaze from me. That was the man next to me when I came out of the hole. I ran over to him.

I instantly regained my strength because of what the police officer stated. I grabbed the man's white-collar as soon as I stepped in front of him. He turned away from me. The police had already restrained me, but I had not restrained myself. Will I still have to answer if they do those things to me?

“You saw what happened! Tell the truth!” I was shaking his body to make him tell the truth, but his mouth remained closed.

“Miss! Your case will only get worse if you hurt him.” The officer removed my hand that was too tight holding the man. The man immediately left his place and ran somewhere.

I just sat down and got a facepalm. Let's say I blew up the church, why would I murder my daughter? What will be my motive?! I was like a broken man when I suddenly hit the hard ground. Someone suddenly took my hand and handcuffed it. If I only knew this was going to happen, I would just choose to join the explosion.

I quit fighting and followed the police. They wouldn't take me straight to the precinct; instead, they'd transfer me to a hospital that looked like this—with the dirty gown. Some had gone home, while others were still conversing when I got on the police service.