When I woke up, the suffocating feeling still hadn't dissipated. Robert held me tightly in his arms.
"What's wrong, Kinley? Why are you spacing out?"
"Didn't you listen carefully to what I said? The plot of land in Southside, trust me, with your father's investment, we'll make a fortune."
I looked at the clothes in my hands, realizing I had returned to the day before the accident. After leaving his house this morning, I realized I hadn't given him the gift I planned, so I went back to surprise him.
But I overheard Robert's conversation about money laundering and framing my father. I lost control and argued, disgusted by my poor judgment and planning to report him. I only wanted revenge on my father, never once intending to kill him.
Robert knocked me out.
When I woke up the next day, I found myself kidnapped by his hired assassins and on my way to the airport. He was scrolling through my phone.
When he saw the song Alistair had sent me, he went into a fury.
"Kinley, you shameless bitch! You won't let me touch you because you're still holding onto Alistair, right?"
"Don't worry, once you're gone, I'll send him to join you."
"You two can be together on the road to the afterlife." He then contacted someone to upload Alistair's original song.
Using photos of my kidnapping, he threatened Alistair to release the song and admit to plagiarism. In reality, I had already died in the car crash by the highway, my body thrown into the sea.
Alistair had always been the moon in my heart.
I never dared to overstep.
I never deserved someone as good as him.
But this scoundrel had ruined Alistair's career, the one thing he loved most.
I quickly calmed myself down.
That means…
As long as I didn't speak out, Robert wouldn't realize that I knew about his illegal activities.
Reporting him hastily wouldn't work. I needed to investigate just how many of his wrongdoings involved us. If he got caught, would my father's name be dragged through the mud?
And then…
Alistair.
"You should talk to your father, right?" Robert asked, his voice laced with greed.
"I just want to make enough money to marry you, Kinley." He wore that greedy, calculating expression. I paused my movements.
"Alright, I'll talk to my father tonight."
"Your career is more important, of course," I added.
Robert hesitated for a moment, still driven by his desire.
"I knew you'd understand me."
"As long as your dad agrees to invest, I'll give you all the money we make in the future," I smiled.
Robert, your good days are over.
