(Don't forget to hear the song👆)

I picked up that brown file with a trembling hand. There were few more files underneath that file. I peeked a little at them. I decided to check them later. I brought my attention back to that file on my hand. I fearfully opened the file and started to read.

The first page only had something in the middle of the page that looked like a logo. I opened the second page which only had a few words.

Case No. #3PPHJLDB008

Client Name: Mr. Ronald Ryan.

Target Name: Miss Mona Lisa Davies.

Request Date: 25.06.2019

My heart uncontrollably started to pound loudly in my rib-cage. What were these all about?!

Client?

Target?

My eyes were kinda burning, and I didn't know why. I opened the next page.

Target Name: Mona Lisa Davies

(Basic information)

Date of birth: 12.06.2000

Blood group: O+

Height: ...

I stared blankly at the rest of the information on the page. My head was swimming and I was so confused.

There was all the information about me. All about me. I went to the next page. The next page has many photocopies of mine. In those photos I was driving my car, making dinner in our kitchen while talking with my mom, talking with Rose and Oli cheerfully, Kissing Brant, taking notes in class, working on my part.....

I looked at those other files. I picked up the other one. That one had my dad's name on it, and the next one was my mother's name and the next one had Aurther's name. I looked at the last file. It had Brant's name on it.

And that date. It was just two or three days before I bought my car. I marked that memorable date in my calendar. I released a long shaky breath which I was holding very long.

It was clear that someone was watching my every move very carefully without my realisation. Suddenly I remembered my wedding day. That day when David met Ron for the first time, Ron already knew everything about him. Because he spied on David.

Did he spy on me?

But why did he spy on my family too?

And why did he spy on Brant?

Then I just remembered something. Brant's friendly neighbour.

Ian.

Why was he moved in that building when I just started dating Brant? And why did he move out right after we broke up?

Are these only a mere coincidence...or...

I might have a stupid heart, but my brain gradually understood what was all that about. And whoever he hired for that job, they were hella good about their job. They didn't miss any single detail about me. I like, dislike everything.

Like, I only drink juice instead of coffee. Like, I hate any type of reptile. Like, I had a lifelong dream to have my wedding reception in Leeds castle. Like,...

I painfully swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at the ceiling. So, Ron already knew everything about me beforehand. And there, silly my inner self, always felt amazed about the fact that he understood me very well.

I slowly turned my attention to the other things in that drawer.

I picked up the blackberry and noticed it was switched off. I tried vainly to open it, but couldn't. I thought out a little and attached it with the charger which was already plugged in the socket. When it started charging I opened and looked into it. It wasn't locked. There were only two contacts. One of mine and one of Brant. I felt my heart stop beating.

No, no, no...

It couldn't be true...

But, it was all true. That blackmail I got that night was in that phone and those horrid pictures too which I got. I also found some messages which were sent to Brant.

But how?

I clearly remembered that the person who called me that night was speaking in Albanian. Then....

My body still when I remembered something important. Ron could speak in Thai, German, French......Albanian.

My scalp prickled as every single brain cell in my head exploded in every direction as the brutal truth left a wide, yawning abyss for me to fall into.

Next I tried to open the tablet. It was a secure password. I randomly entered Ron's name and failed. I foraged my mind a little and entered my name with crossed fingers. To my bewildered surprise, it worked.

There wasn't much in that tablet. When I was about to give up, my eyes got caught by a folder. I tapped on that folder and it opened.

There was only a video and a few photos. I double tapped on the video, and it started to play.

It was a hotel bedroom. Two naked bodies were entangled with each other with so much passion. That video was not very clear but clear enough to see my face on it.

My blood instantly froze in my veins.

I would never forget that hotel room. It was from that terrible night which changed my entire life. It was that night, which made me god knew how long to have ghastly nightmares. It was that night when I.....

That video was almost twelve hours long. That meant it had the recording of that whole night. That video was playing in front of my eyes, but I couldn't gather my mind to concentrate.

My brain was buzzing, eyes kept losing focus again and again. I stared at that screen with a blank look in my eyes. I was not sure if it was a cruel reality or a dreadful nightmare.

Who did something like that? Who was it?

The answer was so certain yet so painful that I was struggling to admit it.

Ron....

I couldn't feel myself. I felt so cold and paralysed, unable to move my body. I didn't even realise when tears started rolling down on my cheeks. I closed my eyes to control the overflow.

Oh no, If it was possible for my heart to sink even lower it would have. That wasn't happening. That couldn't be happening to me. Please, somebody tell me I was having a nightmare.

I took out everything from the drawer and spread it out on the desk. I picked up the photo frame and stared at it blankly for a long time.

I was a naive girl who always believed in everything. I never thought anything bad about anyone. I always believed no matter how bad the situation was I would always overcome that. I had a strong belief in God. I used to believe that everything happens for a good reason. I believed in love.

But all my faith just got scattered on right that moment, right there.

I didn't know how long I was standing there. Suddenly I heard the sound of the elevator door opening.

"Liza." I heard Ron calling out my name. "Where are you?"

I couldn't answer as I felt dryness in my throat. I heard Ron's footstep was

coming closer.

"Are you in the study?" Ron asked as he walked to the study room. "There you are." He had a chocolate cake in his hand, delicately decorated with white candles. "Do you really think I couldn't know your birthday, if you didn't tell me." He smiled dearly at me.

"Oh, I could never doubt you!" I answered with a super calm tone. "I mean the person whoever you hired didn't even miss which company tampon I use. How could they miss my birthday."

"What are you saying?" He asked carefully with knotted brows. Then his eyes swiftly took notice of the things on the desk, and his face instantly became pale as a ghost. He froze on his spot when he saw that photo frame in my hand. His anxious face looked like he was struck by lightning. He slowly put down the cake on the little stool just beside the door.

"I found these files in your desk drawer." I couldn't recognise my own hoarse voice. His chest puffed up as he inhaled a large amount of air and bit his lower lip roughly. He ran his fingers through his hair frantically. I swore I saw panic flashed across his face.

"Just answer me with a simple yes or no." I opened my mouth and queried him mechanically. "Did you do these?"

"Liza, I can explain." Ron's face was completely faded, all the blood seemed to be drawn from his entire body. His eyes frantically scan the room, and my bleeding heart sank wearily to seeing his excessive worried face.

"Yes or no?" I whispered.

"Liza, let me.." He took a step forward to me.

"Just give me a damn yes or no." I screamed in a shrill as I grabbed the photo frame hard and smashed it on the desk. The broken cover glass scattered on the desk. He closed his eyes as he couldn't bear the sight of our wedding photo frame breaking in front of him.

My heart was already aching badly and I knew that I was not prepared for whatever he was getting ready to tell me.

Please, say no.

He rubbed his face with both of his palms and croaked out his answer. "Yes."

My heart bled and tears poured from my eyes. I choked and took a step backwards. I gripped the corner of the broken photo-frame so hard that my hand was cut open by it's broken cover glass. Blood slowly started to drip from that shallow cut of my hand. I can only feel the throbbing counter-current of my blood in my whole body. I clenched my fist unconsciously as the blood drops tickled at my feet. The funny thing was, I wasn't feeling any pain, because I felt the pain in my chest was a million times more painful than that cut on my hand.

I look at my hand drenched with blood and slowly slump on the chair as my whole world crumbles, just right in front of me with a simple 'yes'. I stared blankly at the broken photo-frame on the table, as I started to despise every single moment of my last year.

My body was trembling with anger, betrayal, and feeling broken. Tears threatened my eyes and I struggled to swallow down all the emotions running through me. I could literally hear the blood pounding both sides of my head.

I bit my lower lip harshly as I was trying to endure my sobbing sound. But my tears didn't obey anything and rolled down on my cheeks, throat and way down as I couldn't wipe them off. Everything was happening too fast for me to comprehend the look in his eyes. I didn't know what was going on, but I did know that I was thrashed.

Ron quickly rushed to my side and kneeled down near my feet, panickedly grabbing my shoulders with an incoherent yapping.

"Liza, please listen to me. I know what I did was wrong." He vainly struggled to talk. "But believe me I did everything because I love you." I laughed hysterically.

"YOU LOVE ME!!" I screamed my lungs out in anger and swatted his hands away. Ron flinched with my sudden outburst. He looked dumbfounded and speechless. "Do you have any idea about love! You don't do these things to the person you claimed to love!"

"Liza.....I...am....sorry." Ron stammered and closed his eyes as if to gather his thoughts. I briefly glanced. His thoughts seemed jumbled. I could almost see an internal battle waging behind his dark blue eyes.

"Sorry!" I spat venom. "No, Ron! You are not sorry at all. If I didn't find these things, you would never be sorry in your whole life."

"Liza, please." He touched my knees. "Give me a chance to explain."

"Fine." I demanded angrily. "Tell me everything."

Ron's nose was sore, and his eyes were red because of crying like a little child.

"Do you remember our first meeting?" I didn't answer him. "I have fallen in love with you since our first meeting. That was the first time in my life I felt something like that for someone. I didn't know how to approach you or convey my feelings to you." He wiped his runny nose with the wristband of his shirt. I never saw Ron in that state. "I was waiting for the right moment. Yeah, I know it is wrong to find information about you."He paused a little. "But before I could express my feelings to you." He looked at me with teary eyes. "Brandon came into your life. I felt so lost. I had no idea what to do anymore."

I was speechless, heartbroken and completely destroyed. I had so many things to say, they just wouldn't come out. All of the memories flooding through me pile and piece together. He had every step planned carefully, every day, every single detail and everything. Ron was continuing his explanation.

"I knew Rose liked me. So, I....."

"Oh god!" I said, barely opening my mouth. I didn't trust my voice. "You used her as bait for your dirty game too. Oh my god!" I gasped. Inside I was burning furiously and my heart felt sliced open. "You used everyone around you! And you were doing this whole thing from the very beginning." I covered my mouth with my trembling fingers. "You....You...What did you do Ron! What did you do!"

Ron desperately held my hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I beg you, please don't hate me."

Everything played out in front of my eyes like a movie. All the small pieces of forgotten memories played over and over in my mind. There was always something in the back of my mind, a feeling that I was missing something. I started to have breathing problems as I found myself almost gasping for air as the reality of all of them set in. There were so many clues. I just was too blinded by Ron to see them.

Our first meeting.

He had these all things in his mind from the first day of our meeting.

Oh god!

Those sleepless nights, Those horrific nightmares, Those unbearable pains,

Those piercing wounds....

They were all his doing!

I harshly pushed him away. "Let me go! You fucking let me go!" I hiccuped between my sobbing.

Ron clutched my hand tightly, like a drowning person holding a straw desperately. "Just hit me, slap me. Do whatever you want to do but please don't hate me." His eyes were begging for mercy.

I closed my eyes to calm down a little as I felt exhausted. I opened my eyes again and looked at our broken wedding photo frame. I knew I should say something, anything, but I couldn't find my voice. How is it possible that time was still moving, and I sat there staring at the broken photo frame? Finally, I gathered my scattered thoughts.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. I brushed off his hands and got up. He opened his eyes and looked at me puzzled. There came what I needed to say.

"I am leaving Ron." I spoke without any emotion. His eyes widened and he blinked. His fearful expression returned.

"What!" He whispered fearfully. His expression was bleak.

"I can't stay here," His eyes widened again, but this time with pure, undiluted fear, "with you." I completed my sentence looking straight in his eyes. He let go a small breath, as if I'd knocked the air out of him. I closed my eyes as my heart ached. I couldn't bear to look at him.

I walked out from the study room and picked up my backpack where I dropped it earlier. Ron was still sitting on the floor of the study room, head hung low. I pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to come.

Ding.

The heavy metal door of the elevator opened smoothly. I took a deep breath and was about to step in, but couldn't. I was suddenly yanked from behind. I was abruptly turned to face Ron.

His face was a disaster because of tears and snorts. He looked so vulnerable at that moment. He was literally crying like a baby.

"Please, liza*sniff*." He was sobbing so hard. "Don't leave me. *sniff* I beg you. Please don't leave me. *sniff* I can't live without you."

"Ron." I swallowed my cry hard. "If I stay here one more moment....with you...I will kill myself." I shook my head. "I feel suffocated. I can't breathe here."

"What can I do? I'll do anything?" He begged piteously. With his eyes still focused on mine, he kneeled down in front of me.

"Nothing, there is nothing you can do." I had no control of the words tumbling from my lips. "You stabbed right into my heart. And you can't stop the bleeding....until I am dead."

"Ah...ha...ha..ah." Ron's body shook as an anguished cry flooded his emotions. I stepped in the elevator and pressed the close button. I looked at him for the last time.

"Good bye, Ron." The door closed.

I managed to make it to my car before breaking down again. The pain only seemed to get worse when there was nothing to do, when I was only left with my blank mind and painful memories. I tightly gripped my steering wheel and leaned my head on it as cry again took over me. After pulling myself together enough to drive, I started the engine and hit the road with a broken and destroyed heart.

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(Third-person POV)

"Mr. Wilson." Mr. Foreman smiled politely at Rupert, who just bailed out from the prison. "I hope you didn't have to endure much."

Rupert stared at him blankly. "Do you really want to know about the inside life of a prison?" Foreman quickly purchased his lips, accessing the bitterness in Rupert's voice.

Rupert inhaled a long fresh breath. "But I have to admit. Inside of a prison is a great place to get inspiration."

"Inspiration of what?" Foreman asked cautiously.

Rupert put on his shades. "Taking revenge." His lips curled up into a sneer.

***THE END***