Found Obsession

Chapter 85: Raven's death

Rose noticed Jonathan stay back, his focus clear. He planned to collect DNA from the first two victims and send it off for analysis to another place. Raven and Rose, meanwhile, were escorted back to the apartment building.

"So, you and Luna?" Rose teased with a grin as they climbed the stairs to their building.

Raven chuckled, shaking his head. "She's just fun to talk to," he replied casually.

But his smile dropped suddenly, his eyes locking onto something ahead. Rose followed his line of sight, her heart sinking as she saw what had caught his attention. Outside his apartment stood Rebecca, flanked by vigilant soldiers.

Rose felt her own smile fade, the ominous feeling she'd been suppressing swelling in her chest.

"What is the meaning of this?" Rebecca called out, holding up a magazine. Raven and Rose exchanged a glance before stepping closer.

The magazine cover was unmistakable. It featured a striking image of Raven and Rose, alongside Patricia's award-winning design. The article highlighted the contest victory, with Rose crowned as the standout model number one. The buzz around the necklace and other jewelry pieces was described as "selling like hotcakes."

Rose blinked in surprise as she glanced at Raven. His handiwork was unmistakable—the way his hands had pressed the dress just right against her ribs, the intensity of the look he'd given in the photos. It was breathtaking and raw, the moment captured perfectly under Patricia's vision.

"And now what? You're a model?" Rebecca asked, her tone dripping with amusement.

"Is this why you haven't been picking up my calls? Because you're now living the rich, perfect life?" Rebecca hissed, her voice sharp with accusation.

Rose felt her anger simmer as she saw Raven grit his teeth, barely containing his frustration.

"I'm not picking up because I obviously don't want to talk to you—or anyone else," Raven snapped, his voice low but seething with anger. "You made your choice to ruin the wedding. And if that wasn't clear enough, let me spell it out for you: you and I are OVER."

The words cut through the air like a blade, his tone leaving no room for argument. Rose stood beside him, her own frustration building as she watched Rebecca's face twist in a mix of disbelief.

"We're in this together, Raven," Rebecca said, her voice trembling with an odd mix of desperation and insistence. "We made a promise—"

Raven cut her off with a sharp laugh, the sound bitter and laced with disbelief.

"A promise?" he repeated, his laughter fading as his expression turned cold. "What happened was a very low blow, and you know it. It damn hurt and it still hurts. If a promise does that then to the hell with it."

Rebecca's expression shifted, her defiance melting into something that resembled hurt. Rose, however, felt only anger simmering inside her, rising steadily with each word exchanged.

"Raven, please," Rebecca begged, her voice cracking.

Raven's tone was calm, but the weight of his words was undeniable. "You only make me feel more broken, Rebecca," he said softly but firmly. "Please, do me a favor—move on with your life as I am doing with mine."

With that, he reached for Rose's hand, his grip steady and deliberate, and opened her apartment door.

Rebecca's eyes burned with fury. "Let me guess—you're sleeping with her?" she hissed, the venom in her tone sharp enough to cut.

Raven let out a bitter laugh. "Oh no," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I'm not sleeping with her."

As if understanding something unspoken, Rebecca's expression shifted from disbelief to raw, unfiltered pain. The realization hit her like a wave, leaving her momentarily stunned as Raven and Rose stepped inside.