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Chapter 2
I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.
“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime
scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.
Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”
“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t
found the body yet.”
“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer.
“She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and
back down.”
Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtanything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.
“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.
“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three
days and I’ll find her.”
There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.
I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like
laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.
I was dead, and he was stalling the police investigation.
The same thing happened the day I was killed. I made my last call to him on the day I died, but he just
snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop dead?”
I tossed my phone away in despair, got knocked out and taken away by the killer, then dead.
“Stella, where’s Phoebe? Tell her to stop hiding and come back.” Dexter called Stella with rage boiling
as soon as he left the police station.
Stella was my only friend, and I didn’t even get a chance to say her goodbye.
“What the hell, Dexter? I should be asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have you done with
her?” Stella retorted.
“Tell her this is her last chance. She better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her
remains even if she dies out there!” Dexter was frantic.
I couldn’t fathom what he was so worked up about; even his breathing was all heavy.
I stood there numb with a mocking smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting my body, because
you won’t be able to find it.”
Chapter 2
“Phoebe’s gone missing and I’ve called the cops, you scumbag. If anything happens to her, I won’t let
you off the hook!” Stella screamed through tears on the phone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDexter’s heart clenched, his laugh dripping with sarcasm, “Is this her new trick? Using this to force me
into marrying her? Pathetic.”
My vision blurred as I watched Dexter.
That moment, I truly lost all hope.
A week before my death, there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing, thunder crashing.
Dexter pinned me down on the bed, his eyes cold and threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing
yourself at me just want me to touch you like this, right? Why are you acting like a bitch? Why are you
so desperate for a man?”
“I didn’t…we had an engagement and you’re the one not honoring it, Dexter”
He didn’t give a damn about my explanations. He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was
void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t this what you wanted? Stop pretending.”
“Dexter, please, my stomach… it hurts so much…” I cried and begged, but he wouldn’t stop.
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