Juliet's Obsession

Chapter I| Introduction

Disclaimer: Everything used in this story, including place, characters and situation, are fictional and had nothing to do with fiction. The historical Chinese dynasty used in this novel is fictional, and no timeline like this exist in real history. It is all from the author's imagination. No word would be published anywhere without the author's permission, and grammatical errors may be found in this work. This is not translation of any novel. This is Author's original work.

The ringtone of his phone echoed in the room as his eyes flew open. He breathed heavily as silence filled him and emptiness crept into his heart. Dazed and puzzled, he fixed his eyes and then slowly regained consciousness of the reality of the cruel world.

Steadily, he sat up on the bed and moved the duvet away from him. His room was pitch black while his eyes quickly scanned the room trying to find his phone. His restless eyes stopped on his phone which was shining brightly in the blackness of the room. He moved his hand and got hold of his phone. He picked up the call as he put the phone up on his ear.

'Detective Holland speaking.' He answered the phone with his powerful introduction.

'It's Ryan speaking. Chief had called everyone back at the station. ' Ryan, one of his team members informed him as Holland felt an anxiousness and concern in his tone through the phone which meant something was not right...Holland felt uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.  

'Why? What happens?' The doubtful question was asked.

'He is back, Holland.' Ryan whispered terrified and without wasting a second Holland knew who he was talking about. All of Holland's senses were fully awake as blood rushed over his head and he felt goosebumps over his body.

'Okay, I am coming.' Holland replied cutting off the phone as he jumped off from his bed. He rushed switching on the lights as the room started shining like a moon. He ran towards his cupboard took out his clothes and raced towards the restroom.

Holland was living in a small apartment in the city of London. His apartment was one bedroom attached with a bathroom. The room had only essential stuff. The walls were painted grey, there was a bed in the middle of the room, side drawers on the bed, a cupboard at the corner of the left side and a study table in the other corner next to the cupboard. There was a living room as you came out from the bedroom which had a television right in the middle and a black sofa right in front of it, and then the kitchen was attached to a living room. It was an average ordinary, but luxurious apartment for Holland.

Holland swiftly took a shower, changed his clothes and came out of his room. He opted to wear causal jeans with a plain navy t-shirt. He combed his long black hair into a pony. The silver earning was dangling in his one ear a butterfly tattoo was still visible on his neck. He was a muscular man with broad shoulders and a strong chest. He was a tall fit man due to all his police training with great stamina.

Before leaving his apartment, he looked at the wall clock in his living room which was saying 4 am. The sun of the morning would soon be waking everyone up from their bed starting another day of their life. Life was going faster than a train.

Holland stepped out of his apartment as cool chilly wind welcomed him out. He shivers with cold and rubs his hands in an attempt to make himself warm. He heavily breathed out as he climbed down the stairs of his apartment. He was living on the second floor as someone else had rented the apartment on the first floor. The black stairs were at the back of the apartment for his way to come out from his apartment from the outside instead of disturbing the people living on the first floor.

As he stepped down the stairs, he reached out on the road and looked up towards the sky which was covered in blackness with few stars shining in it. It was such a magnificent view that Holland would love to devour but now was not the time. He never had enough time to enjoy himself anything. His job was tough or maybe he was just a workaholic. He doesn't even remember when the last time he took time off and went on holiday. He thought as he shook away his head and headed towards his car. He reached for his black average and cheap car and sat down in it. He turned on the car and drove off.