Jane's POV

The day wore thin and it was evening. I was done at the company and so, I packed my things to take my leave. My phone started ringing.


I stopped where my car was parked and I checked on who was calling me. ‘The police.' I echoed slowly. ‘He must have gotten the information.' My lips darkened with a dark smile and I picked up the call.

'Hello. What's the update?" I asked outright. I was ready to hear the good news.

'Miss Jane, I have the information of the person behind it all but it is not safe to communicate over the phone. Can we meet in a more secure space?" The police officer asked. His voice trailed off while he waited for my response.


'Okay. Meet me in my house before night falls. I am heading home now." I responded to him slowly. My voice was rigid and calm.

My driver opened the door and I stepped into the car. Relaxing my back, I was in a hurry to get home. I won't stop thinking about who could be behind the whole situation.


A few minutes later, I arrived home and I went into my room just to change my clothes. ‘Doorbell rings!' The sound of the doorbell alerted me.

I quickly changed into something simple and I stepped out of the room. Getting to the door, I opened it and there he was, the police officer.

'Please, come inside." I spoke slowly as I clutched my feet back to the living room. The police officer sat at the other end of the chair.

'So, the update?" I furrowed my gaze at him when I asked the question since he was very silent. 'Of course."

There was a document in his hand and he extended it to me. 'In the document are all the evidence," he expressed.

I sighed and collected it with a sharp glare. I glanced through the document and I removed it from the envelope.

The first picture I set my eyes on… my face shrank as it posed a striking familiarity.

'I am familiar with this person. But I can't seem to place it. Who is it?"

'That picture is Drey Young, a powerful CEO. He is the one that framed you." He expressed slowly.

That name… it was resounding in my head as I could feel its continuous echo. 'I know that name. What's the name of his company?" I asked with a mix of confusion on my face.

'He is the CEO of the Young group of companies. You should be familiar…" His voice trailed off while he expected that I would get a glimpse of what he was saying.

I was silent for a while. I guess his company wasn't well known. 'I think I know who you are talking about." My thoughts went to a company that I have come across in the past.

'Drey Young is the one who frames you up and in your hand are the evidence of his actions." He explained.

I wasn't shocked, but thrilled. 'I barely know this person. What could I have done to deserve a frame up?" I furrowed my gaze at him.

And the police officer glared at me for a second. His lips curved with a half-smile. 'Why are you acting very surprised?"

I was taken aback by his statement. 'Why won't I be surprised? Don't you get it? I barely know this person."

He cut in at once, 'but this person knows you. Don't you know how rich and popular you are? Why are you acting as if you don't know people in general will be envious of your success?" He widened his eyes. His voice turned harsh as if he was angry with me.

I sighed. I understood where he was headed. 'I just… forgot about it." I was silent for a minute. My heart weakened that an enemy could be lurking around the corner and I wasn't aware of it.

'What do you want me to do? Should I report this case and have him arrested?" He asked me.

I heaved out a heavy breath and narrowed my gaze at his face. I gulped in the saliva in my mouth and I gave it a thought.

'Arrest him. He must pay for letting me go through this stress." I spoke with detest and anger in my tone. ‘How could humans be so cruel?'

'Okay. Consider it done. I will take my leave now." He said and rose to his feet to take his leave.

My heart was heavy. I got on my feet and I followed him just to close the door behind the police officer.

Upon doing that, I returned inside with the thoughts going through my mind - heavy.

It's never a route for the rich anyway. While I was laying on my bed and resting for the day, a call came through to my phone. My eyes squirmed slowly to check it and to my surprise, It was a call from Hades.

‘Gosh! Why is he calling me? Did my father send him again?' I hissed inaudibly and I picked up the call.

'Hello." My voice was stern, low and demanding.

'Hello, Jane. Did you miss me?" Hades' voice was bright but full of deceptions. I could detect it from each of his words.

'Miss you? Why would I?" I asked with a frown.

'Do you know you just hurt my feelings? Why wouldn't you miss?" Hades was on my neck.

'Gosh. Is this why you called me? If you don't have any better thing to say, can I end this call? I am not up for this rubbish." I yanked at him and he forced in the saliva in his mouth.

'You don't have to yell before I get your opinion. Actually, I called to ask if we can be friends." He went straight to the point.

I was taken aback by his words. The way he handled in the past came into my head when that request came. I felt it would be a form of catalyst for control.

'No. I am not interested in being friends. If that is all, I will end the call." Before he could say one more word, I ended the call just like that.

I closed my eyes and slept like a baby while I tossed my phone at the side of the bed.

The next day. The doorbell woke me up from my long sleep. My eyes were still dull. 'Who is at my door this morning?" I yawned aloud as I mumbled below my breath.

I stepped down from my bed in the night gown and I dragged my feet in the ground. When I got to the door, I opened up.

And to my surprise, it was Hades. He wore a half-smile. In his hand was a flower and on the ground were different gift boxes.

I shot a deadly glare at him. 'These are all for you, Jane. Thought you might like them." He spoke romantically.

'I don't need all these from you, Hades. Why are you gifting me?" I straightened my face.

He sighed with frustration settling on his face. 'Why must it be like this? Why can't you just appreciate my gift?" His voice became harsh.

I arched my eyebrows. 'I didn't ask for it. So, just keep it to yourself and stop trying." I hissed and slammed the door at his face. I didn't give him the audience to speak to me at all.

Just when I walked inside, I felt I wronged him. ‘Should I go back to apologise for the outburst?'