Secrets of the Solomons

17. Unknown:

*4th July, 2023 3.40 a.m.*

Yesterday, a new video was added to the government's database. I wanted to check it out right away as soon as it was uploaded, but I had some work to do. After hours of nonstop effort, I was finally able to take a break and view the video. I sipped my coffee, sat back in my chair, and anxiously hit the play button.

Although I didn't know what evidence they were talking about, I surely had an idea. As the video started playing, my anticipation grew. The detective was aware of the whereabouts of some form of proof Fiona had given him but kept it hidden because, and I quote him, "I got frightened."

As much as I wanted to know more about the evidence they were talking about, I was amused by the detective's confession. It was evident from his trembling voice and haunted expression that whatever Fiona had provided as evidence had truly shaken him to his core. The video provided no further details about the evidence itself, but it left me intrigued, desperate for answers, and determined to uncover the truth behind Fiona's secret.

I couldn't help but wonder what could have been so terrifying that it would cause a seasoned detective to be so visibly shaken. It was clear that Fiona's secret held immense power, and I was determined to unravel the mystery.

I couldn't help but admire Fiona; the way she spoke and criticized the detective had me laughing. She was strong-headed and calm about anything he shot back at her. As I watched Fiona confidently challenge the detective, her unwavering composure only added to my curiosity. It was evident that she possessed a depth of knowledge and strength that went beyond what was apparent on the surface. I couldn't help but wonder what experiences had shaped her into the girl she appeared to be.

My obsession with Fiona was worsening. She appears in my dreams now.

Most of the video was fine; the detective offered help, but she said no; they talked about her friends who visited the day before. Everything was fine until I saw how Fiona's lawyer stood up for her and talked about her. And I couldn't help but feel jealous of Fiona's lawyer and his position of being by her side.

As I watched Fiona's lawyer passionately defend her, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. His unwavering support and eloquent words showcased a deep connection with Fiona that I longed to have. It made me question my role in her life and whether I would ever be able to stand by her side in the same way. It made me question my significance in her life and left me yearning for a similar level of devotion. The intensity of my obsession with Fiona grew, leaving me desperate to uncover the depths of her past and understand what truly shaped her into the captivating person she appeared to be. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to reach that same level of connection.

I snapped a snapshot of his face and tried to identify him as soon as I noticed their interactions and relationship. I recall seeing him somewhere. But I wanted confirmation of my suspicions. I decided to dig deeper into Fiona's social media profiles, hoping to find any clues about the mysterious person in her life. As I scrolled through her posts and photos, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something significant about this man that I needed to uncover. My heart raced with anticipation, eager to finally confirm my suspicions and understand the true nature of their relationship.

And there he was. The post was a picture of him, Fiona, and some other people; they were celebrating his graduation from law school. I checked the tags and found his Instagram profile. I confirmed my suspicions immediately and recalled where I saw him. He was Vladimir Volkov, Fiona's friend's older brother. He's the same age as me, 24 years old. We both went to the same school. I don't know him personally, but I recall seeing him around.

As I scrolled through his Instagram profile, I noticed that he had a successful career as a lawyer, with numerous posts showcasing his achievements and professional life. It became clear to me that Vladimir Volkov was not just Fiona's friend's older brother, but someone who had accomplished great things in his own right.

He graduated from an Ivy League university with three majors: business, law, and foreign languages. He is the eldest son of the Volkov family. He is also a successful entrepreneur, having founded and grown multiple successful businesses. But that wouldn't matter, because, in the end, he would inherit the family business.

Vladimir's entrepreneurial success and impressive educational background only added to his already promising future. Despite his accomplishments, it seemed inevitable that he would eventually take over the family business, solidifying his position as a prominent figure in both the legal and business worlds.

But why would he take up Fiona's case? For someone with his history and family obligations, it looked like an unusual professional decision. Perhaps he was drawn to this case because of a personal link or a compelling reason, questioning his preconceptions about his future route. But my doubts intensified. Was his friendship with Fiona more than simply a little sister's friend?

I noticed little clues of a deeper connection between them as I observed their interactions. Their chats were peppered with knowing looks, implying a degree of familiarity that went beyond friendship. It became clear that they shared an unspoken connection that went beyond the limitations of a regular lawyer-client relationship.

I'm jealous of him. In Fiona's life, I am not as significant as he is. She'd never given his or her friends' names to me or disclosed anything regarding her life other than an insignificant bit of it. To say she'd be pleased to have me visit her in jail would be considered an understatement.

It was clear that Fiona valued their relationship immensely, as she had never shown such openness or willingness to involve me in her personal affairs. Fiona's actions spoke volumes about the depth of her connection with him. It was evident that he held a special place in her life, one that I couldn't help but feel envious of.

It made me want to end their relationship and put myself in his shoes. Fiona's only man she could depend on as much as Vladimir. If Fiona felt she could only trust one man, it had to be me. I was not going to allow some lawyer to take her away from me. I made a vow to make her mine and my own alone for as long as I remained. I'd do nearly everything to keep her at my side, even if it meant having both my hands stained.

I knew that Fiona and Vladimir had a deep connection, but I couldn't help but believe that I could offer her something even more special. The thought of losing her to someone else fueled my determination. I was willing to go to great lengths, even if it meant getting involved in dangerous situations, to ensure that Fiona remained mine and mine alone.

As I continued to browse through Vladimir's Instagram profile, I noticed that many of his pictures included Fiona and his little sister, who is also her close friend. I couldn't help but feel jealous seeing them together, knowing that they shared a bond. It only fueled my desire to prove myself worthy of Fiona's love and attention. I am determined to create memories and experiences with her that surpass anything Vladimir could offer.

Sure, my obsession with her is unhealthy. But she is the only person left in this world who truly makes me interested in her. My love for her may not be genuinely from being interested in her but that doesn't change anything. Surely she'll like me back.