Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

"Hmpf!" Jeremy scoffed. "A gang lord?" he opened his drawer and took out a cigar. "You weren't very mindful that I was a gang lord when you eagerly asked for my black card…" he looked at her and cut the tip of the cigar with a meaningful glance. He didn't see an ounce of guilt on Emma's face. f𝔯ee𝘸𝘦𝚋𝒏oѵ𝐞l.c𝒐𝓂

As he expected.

"People grow up, Jerry. I will never deny that I accepted your gifts before… But I've learned a lot…" Emma clutched the phone to her chest, with the lens still pointing at Jeremy.

Jeremy heard his phone vibrate and he looked to see a text notification. He lit up a match and started to light up the cigar. He then checked the message.

[Jeremiah is shedding crocodile tears here. He is quoted saying "After what happened with my son-in-law yesterday I fear for my son's life." He is also insinuating that there is foul play in the death of Gerard and that he couldn't have died in the crossfire between two gangs. He wants the involvement of the Federal Bureau.]

Jeremy took in a puff of the cigar and his lips curved to a smirk, "You grew up, did you? And what are you saying about the killings you did?" he raised his eyebrows.

He now understood what Emma and his father are planning. They are trying to pin him in Gerard's murder in the guise of fearing for the safety of Harold. Jeremy laughed in his heart. He would be glad if the investigations are taken over by the Federal Bureau. Volkonsky has more influence with the top brass of the Federal Bureau.

And with the assassins sent by the dictator of Bonivia, this case is bound to be taken over by the Federal Bureau since this is regarding a closely guarded secret and he knew they won't publicize the details.

But Emma…

"Killings? Are you accusing me without proof? Who did I murder?" Emma asked.

"Really? You don't know?" Jeremy crossed his leg and holding the cigar in his hand, leaned over the table. "Did you think only you can act? Did you think that only you have a camera to record?" he smirked.

He then picked up his phone and scrolled through it. He then played her some CCTV footage.

"You thought no one knew it and no one saw it, right? Your meeting with Daisy… You made sure to choose a place with no security cameras and made her drunk. You made sure to leave in an isolated pathway. You even destroyed Daisy's phone so that nothing could be tracked. But still you were cautious and stole her purse to distract others to think if it might be a robbery gone wrong?

Do you remember throwing her purse in the trashcan nearby after taking all the money? That was a good plan actually. If there were doubts about her fall, robbery could be suspected, if not, the police would have dismissed it as someone stole the money after Daisy fell as it was a dangerous area. But, dear sister… Have you heard this..?" with a smirk he took a puff.

"Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know…Bad, bad, Emma…" Jeremy played the footage that captured Emma pushing Daisy down the stairs and walking away even after Daisy pleaded with her to help her.

There was no voice recording, but from the video, it could be clearly seen that Emma knew Daisy was alive when she left her there to choke on her blood and die after great suffering.

"How…" Emma placed her phone on the table as she went visibly pale. "That's… That's drone footage… how? Were you keeping an eye on me?"

Oh, now you stop recording, do you?

"How?" Jeremy gritted his teeth. "It's not drone footage, Emma. Do you think you are a celebrity? It's a satellite footage. Remember when you mixed pills with the chicken salad I cooked to take an innocent life? And to hide that murder, you killed an adorable old lady?" he fisted his hands over the table. "The child lost his chance to see the world and that kind-hearted lady had to choke in her blood and die. But… the baby…"

"Somehow the recipient of those pills had a very powerful relative. And guess what? He didn't like you. And he loves Jerlina so much, he had doubts about her miscarriage. And he had arranged a satellite to follow your every move. So don't bother thinking you are safe. The cops have a lot of sections they can book you. Remember the bottle you threw ended up on the curb today? Turns out littering is also a crime!" Jeremy laughed.

"But the juries will deliberate more about your first-degree murder charges. Do you know unborn babies are considered individual life in such cases? You killing Jerlina's baby is also a premeditated first-degree murder. Ouch! Two first-degree murders… I bet they will make you sit on the chair… Oh, now it is injections, is it? I don't keep up with that stuff…"

Jeremy grinned seeing perspiration forming on Emma's forehead.

"Unless you plead insanity defence… But people are smart. There are these social media posts of yours enjoying your honeymoon after killing a baby. Attending the funeral of the woman you killed to make sure no one doubts you…Juries won't believe if you're insane." Jeremy got up and walked to the bar.

Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he looked at Emma. She looked perplexed, but he had a feeling that she would have found a reason the blame Jerlina for this too.

She doesn't even understand the concept of taking personal responsibility, right? And it appears that she has no remorse for what she did. She is stunned and she is worried only for herself. Is she a psychopath? A narcissistic psychopath, probably?

How did I not see it till now? Could I have gotten help for her if I observed her closely?

Before he knew it, Jeremy started to worry more for Emma.

Sure, Emma was stunned beyond belief. She never thought everything would end this way. She thought today is the day she brings down everyone who tried to hurt her but everything is going differently than she had planned.

"Jerlina..!" She muttered and fisted her hands.

This turns out to be Jerlina's fault too.

"Why, Emma? Why do you hate Jerlina this much?"

He asked her, wishing to know what makes the psycho waste her emotions on someone like Jerlina.. This question has been nagging his mind for a while and he decided to clear the doubt now when he has a chance.