Unveiling Cade Donovan

Part 1: Spying on Him ~ Before the storm

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Present...

Pain. I have been used to it my entire life. It has always been a part of me, embedded into my soul. I wasn't surprised by my current situation. I always figured it would end this way, but I wouldn't deny that I hadn't wanted it to. The pain in my chest and the emptiness I felt were valid proof of that.

I felt the car I was in coming to a stop. I opened my eyes and the police station was the sight that greeted me. An officer opened the door and forcefully pulled me out of the car. We entered the old building, my hands handcuffed and wearing nothing but the red dress I'd worn to the event.

People turned to look at me, probably wondering what had made me end up in this situation. I bowed my head, not wanting their eyes to find mine as I was taken into the interrogation chamber.

The officer pushed me to sit on one of the chairs on the other side of the table before exiting the room. I raised my head and looked at the glass window, knowing that eyes were watching my every movement.

As I sat in the silent room, my body sweaty and my appearance rumpled, I couldn't help but wonder why I had gotten myself into a situation like this. Was what I had done even worth it now?

It had all seemed worth it and a very good idea back then, but now all I could feel was regret and sadness—yes, sadness for what I had lost due to my foolishness.

The door to the room burst open, interrupting my thoughts. A man wearing a hat that covered most of his face and an expensive-looking coat with a pair of trousers walked into the room. He had a suitcase in his left hand, which he quickly placed on the table before taking his seat in front of me. I didn't recognize him at first because of his unruly appearance and the dark circles beneath his eyes, but when he faced me, I realized I knew the face so well. My mouth hung open in shock. I'd never seen the famous and posh Maverick Gatlin look so disheveled before.

He opened the suitcase and took out a piece of paper, a folder and a pen. He skimmed through the folder and glanced briefly at me.

"Has anyone cross-examined you?" he asked. I shook my head at him, not having the willpower to open my mouth and speak, "I'm going to get you out of here". He looked determined—well, he always looked like that, but this felt different. The look in his eyes told me that he cared. It assured me that I wasn't alone.

He focused on the folder, and I sat there in a daze, memories flooding my head. Tears threatened to come out, and I desperately tried to blink them away. I didn't want to cry, not here.

My thoughts drifted to two years ago when it all began...

Past; two years ago...

My alarm clock beeped loudly beside me as I tried effortlessly to shut the damn thing down. Growing tired of the noise, I took a bat beside my bed, my eyes still closed and smashed it on the digital device, finally giving me some peace of mind. I stretched my legs and continued with my sleep until a knock sounded on my door, disturbing it again.

I ignored it, but the person was persistent and kept knocking, irritating the hell out of me. I finally stood up from the bed with a groan but accidentally stepped on the broken pieces of the clock I had smashed earlier, hurting my feet in the process. A groan escaped from my lips as I checked the throbbing area under my feet. One of the pieces had pierced my skin, leaving a small trail of blood on the floor. I picked a piece of tissue from the box on top of my drawer and cleaned it off before gently tiptoeing to the door. I prayed that the person on the other end had something important to say, because if not, then I was sure to harm them mentally with insults or give them a very good beating.