EPISODE 11 — POLICE AT THE DOOR
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Oliver didn’t even wait for my reaction. He strode past me, pulled the door open, and disappeared into the hall.
I stood frozen.
Police?
Asking for me?
My hands trembled uncontrollably.
I forced myself toward the glass wall, trying to breathe, trying to calm the panic rising in my throat.
Isabella’s warning echoed in my head.
“This world isn’t kind to girls like you.”
Had she done something?
Was this a setup?
A coincidence?
Minutes crawled by before the elevator dinged.
I flinched.
Oliver reappeared.
Behind him were two police officers.
Uniformed.
Serious.
Expressionless.
My heart nearly stopped.
One stepped forward. “Ms. Rosanna Williams?”
I nodded shakily. “Y-yes?”
“We need to ask you a few questions.”
Oliver’s jaw clenched. “About what?”
The officer hesitated. “A reported altercation at Kotoka Airport. Yesterday.”
My knees buckled.
The slap.
The slaps.
My breath caught painfully. “I… I didn’t— I mean—”
The officer continued, “We have a witness statement describing a physical confrontation involving Ms. Williams and an unidentified male.”
My world blurred.
Witness?
Someone reported me?
Emma?
An airport worker?
A random person with a camera?
Oliver stepped in front of me suddenly.
His voice dropped—dangerous, controlled.
“What exactly are you accusing her of?”
The officers exchanged looks. “We only need a statement, sir. It’s routine.”
Oliver’s eyes darkened. “You can take your statement later. Ms. Williams is not going anywhere.”
“Sir—”
“That’s final.”
The officers seemed taken aback.
I stared at him in shock.
He was… protecting me?
The taller officer cleared his throat. “We’ll return with a formal request.”
They turned and left.
The elevator doors closed.
Silence fell again.
My chest heaved as I clutched the edge of the table. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this—”
He cut me off sharply.
“Enough.”
I flinched.
Oliver stepped closer, his expression carved in stone.
“Whoever reported you…” His voice dropped lower. “Is trying to hurt you.”
My breath hitched.
“Hurt me?” I whispered. “Why?”
He stared into my eyes, gaze intense enough to make my stomach tighten.
“Because,” he said quietly, “you’re with me now.”
My heart stumbled.
With him?
Before I could speak, he added:
“And I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
The room spun.
Mine?
I stood frozen, breathless.
Then he said the words that nearly stopped my heart:
“Pack your things, Rosanna. You’re coming with me.”
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