Unhappily Married by; Rachel N.

Part 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The precinct was a cacophony of noise, with voices raised in argument and disbelief. The air was thick with tension as Nikita stepped into the chaotic scene. Her eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the holding cell where Daria sat, her face etched with despair.

Nikita's heart went out to the woman who had dedicated her youth to the Artem family, only to be repaid with betrayal and suspicion. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the floor as she approached the holding cell.

"Daria!" Nikita called out, her voice firm and reassuring.

Daria's head jerked up, her eyes locking onto Nikita's. She looked defeated, her spirit crushed by the circumstances. "Miss Nikita... I didn't do it. I swear I didn't," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Nikita's grip on the bars tightened as she reached out to grasp Daria's hand. "I know you didn't. That's why I'm here," she said, her voice filled with conviction.

Daria's eyes welled up with tears as Nikita continued, "It's so cold here, and they didn't even get you a blanket. Just wait here while I go tell the Police to get you out of here." With that, Nikita turned on her heel, her eyes scanning the room for Detective Johan

"Mrs. Artem?" he asked, his eyes widening as she stormed towards him, her face a picture of fury.

Nikita's foot connected with his shin, delivering a swift kick that left him yelping in pain. The nearby officers instinctively moved to intervene, but Johan waved them off, wincing in discomfort. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured them, his eyes fixed on Nikita's fiery gaze.

"Mrs. Artem, this is a Police station, so you can't use violence here," he admonished, his tone firm but cautious.

Nikita's response was unfazed. "Let her go this instant!" she demanded, her voice echoing through the precinct.

Just then, a man appeared behind them, his eyes locked on Nikita. "Lawyer Lee," she acknowledged, her expression unyielding.

Johan's eyes flicked between them. "You know him?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

"He's Daria's lawyer, so you better get her out of that hellhole," Nikita said sternly, her gaze never leaving Johan's face.

After a few minutes of paperwork, Daria was led into the interrogation room, Nikita insisting on being present. Johan began the questioning, his tone measured. "Miss Daria, what's your last name?"

"Jacobs," Daria replied, her voice firm.

"Okay. When did you begin working for the Artems?" Johan asked, his eyes locked on hers.

"Long before Mr. Artem died. Fifteen years ago," Daria answered, her eyes downcast.

"I see. So, what prompted you to decide to start attacking a family you've been working for?" Johan asked, his tone neutral.

Daria's eyes flashed with indignation. "What do you mean attack? I told you several times without number that I've never thought of hurting them, not to talk of actually doing it."

Johan's expression remained skeptical. "We spoke to the helps around the house, and they said you often complained about how your boss' Mother always attacked you verbally and physically. Was that why you did it?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers.

"If you aren't comfortable answering, you can ignore the question," Lawyer Lee said, his eyes locked on Daria's determined face.

"No, I'll answer it," Daria said, her voice firm, her eyes flashing with fury. "How is me voicing out my complaints to my colleagues about the harsh treatment I've been receiving from her related to what you're accusing me of?" she asked, her tone defiant.