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“Where’s the video? It’s been so long, why hasn’t the video been sent?”
(Miranda’s POV)
I sat nervously in the interrogation room as Detective Harrison prepared his trap. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, making my already frayed nerves worse.
“Just follow my lead,” he whispered before dialing the number we’d traced from the threatening calls. When the line connected, Harrison’s demeanor changed completely. “Xavier Blake, sorry about that,” he said casually, leaning back in his chair. “I played too hard last night and forgot to send you the video.”
My heart pounded as I watched the detective’s performance. The man on the other end immediately took the bait.
“Hurry up!” The voice was eager, almost desperate. “I want to make that b***h Miranda completely ruined! Did you find six men to play with her as I requested”
I felt sick hearing those words. Someone had specifically requested six men to assault me.
Harrison maintained his composure perfectly. “Of course, I’m sending you the video now.” “Just hurry up!” The man hung up impatiently after demanding the footage.
Detective Harrison immediately turned to his computer. “Let’s see who our caller is.”
Through the police database, he quickly identified the phone number’s owner. “Steven Cross,” he announced, turning the screen toward me. “Do you know him?”
My eyes widened in shock as I recognized the face on the screen. “Steven Cross! He’s the deputy project manager of my company. I fired him a few days ago.”
Olivia, who had been sitting quietly beside me, suddenly leaned forward. “That explains everything. Those men who drugged you were paid by Steven to harm you deliberately. Your friend Victoria must have been involved too.”
“How could this happen…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why would Victoria harm me? I’ve been so good to her, how could she…”
Within hours, police arrived at Steven’s door to arrest him. With the mastermind captured, solving the case became straightforward.
Steven and Peter were identified as the main culprits, harboring resentment over their dismissal and plotting revenge. Steven had approached my friend Victoria Hayes, paying her $30,000 to lure me out for drinks.
Peter, the project manager with years of experience and an annual salary over $80,000, had contributed $20,000 while Steven added $10,000 to fund their revenge plot against me.
Back at the police station, I couldn’t hold back my tears when Victoria was brought in. My composure finally cracked.
“Victoria, why did you help them harm me? Haven’t I been good enough to you?” i sobbed, my hands trembling.
Victoria broke down crying, her mascara running down her cheeks. “Miranda, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me, I really needed that money. My son needed surgery.”
Through my tears, I looked at her, heartbroken. “Victoria, we’ve been friends for so many years. Why didn’t you tell me you needed money? Do you think I wouldn’t have helped you if you had difficulties?”
Victoria became even more emotional, crying pitifully. “I was wrong, I should have asked you for help. Miranda, please don’t prosecute me, please drop the case.”
Her voice grew more desperate. “My son is only five years old, he just had surgery and is still lying in the hospital. He can’t lose his mother. Please, Miranda, please spare me!”
To my shock, she suddenly dropped to her knees before me, kowtowing desperately. “I’m begging you, please drop the case! I really know I was wrong. Let me kowtow to you.”
I remained cold despite her display. “Victoria, attempted s****l assault is a criminal case, not something I can just drop.”
After a pause, I looked down at the woman kowtowing on the ground, my voice as cold as winter ice. “Even if I could drop the case, I wouldn’t. I’m not a saint. You harmed me like this and still want me to drop the case?
Dream on!”
I trembled with anger, never imagining that someone I considered a close friend would help others harm me so terribly.
When Victoria heard that the case couldn’t be dropped and I wouldn’t drop it anyway, she suddenly stopped kowtowing. The woman abruptly raised her head, her eyes flashing with hatred and malice.
“Can’t drop it, huh?” Victoria’s expression turned sinister, completely different from her pitiful pleading moments before. “Miranda Blackwood, stop being so fake!”
Her eyes gleamed with disgust. “Did you really consider me a good friend? All these years, you gave me food you couldn’t finish, clothes you couldn’t wear, bags and cosmetics you’d used. What did you take me for? A trash can? Or a dog you kept?”
I was stunned, frowning in disbelief at Victoria, “How could you think that? I knew your family was struggling financially, so I always took care of you.”
My voice grew more desperate as I tried to explain. “I deliberately bought extra snacks to share with you, but you say they were leftovers? And those clothes – I intentionally bought them in your size and said I couldn’t wear them to give them to you. They were all new clothes!”
Tears streamed down my face. “Those bags and cosmetics were new too. I said I didn’t like them and gave them to you because I didn’t want you to feel burdened about reciprocating. I actually bought all those things specifically for you because I didn’t want you to feel pressured to give gifts back.”
My eyes filled with pain. “Victoria, I always considered you a very good friend. I never imagined that all my kindness to you would be interpreted this way.”
Victoria sneered coldly. “Ha! Miranda Blackwood, stop acting like a good person! Yes, you’re a wealthy pack heiress, my family is poor, and I’m not worthy of being your friend.”
Her words cut deeper than any knife. “You think you were good to me, but do you know what our classmates said about me back then? They said I was your servant, a dog by your side, a lesser wolf to set off your alpha bloodline.”
Her voice grew more venomous. “I don’t believe you never heard such comments. You knew everything but pretended not to, right? You enjoyed that feeling, didn’t you? Having a low-ranking wolf like me beside you made you look like a noble alpha female. Miranda, you’re just a hypocritical manipulator!”
I staggered back two steps, my eyes filled with despair. A dull pain spread through my heart, and I felt dizzy, nearly unable to stand.
Olivia quickly moved to support me. “Miranda, are you alright?”
I’shook my head numbly. “I’m fine.”
After leaving the police station, I sat in Olivia’s car like a lifeless puppet, my eyes vacant and expression numb. Throughout the ride, I remained silent while Olivia watched me with concern.
Perhaps sensing Olivia’s worried gaze, or needing someone to confide in about my inner turmoil, I finally broke my silence after a long period.
“It wasn’t like that,” I said softly, my voice filled with brokenness.
(Olivia’s POV).
“I once heard classmates talking badly about Victoria behind her back, and I even had a big fight with them. Miranda buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled by tears. “My kindness to her was genuine, not what she said just to make myself look better.”
Her shoulders trembled as she recounted the memories to me. The weight of betrayal was crushing her spirit completely.
“I defended her so many times. I thought we were real friends.” Miranda’s voice cracked with pain. “How could she do this to me?”
I listened quietly, unsure how to console the devastated woman beside me. Her pain was raw and genuine.
I gently patted Miranda’s back, feeling the tension in her muscles. “Miranda, you need to ask yourself if you made a mistake.”
She looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Should I have been more considerate of Victoria’s sensitivity? Her feelings of inadequacy?”
I sighed deeply. “You need to be more cautious in choosing whom to trust in the future. Betrayal can be dangerous in our world.”
Miranda cried for a while longer as we drove through the city. When we finally arrived at her luxurious Harbor City estate, her eyes were swollen and red.
“Olivia, thank you for saving me from what could have been a devastating scandal.” She gripped my hands tightly. “I promise to return the favor whenever you need it.”
I accepted her thanks graciously. “Don’t be so formal, Miranda. I understand what you narrowly escaped.”
The gravity of the situation hung heavy between us. One wrong move could have destroyed her reputation completely.
No sooner had I left Miranda’s estate than I received word at my law firm that Connor Rivers had arrived. My heart skipped a beat at the unexpected news.
As I opened my office door, Connor quickly approached me. His face was etched with worry, his protective Alpha instincts on full display.
He examined me meticulously from head to toe. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt during the confrontation last night?”
I stared back at him, puzzled by his concern. “Who told you about the incident?”
