Chapter 100
Elena’s pov
I had lost count of the hours I had spent locked inside the cold, suffocating walls of the police interrogation room. My wrists burned from the weight of the handcuffs digging into my skin, my throat was raw from repeating the same words over and over again: “I don’t know them. I don’t know anything about their plans. I am not their boss!” But no matter how desperately I pleaded, the officers’ eyes remained suspicious, their pens scratching against notepads as if documenting my supposed lies.
And then the worst part…. the terrorists. Those vile men sat opposite me earlier, smirking, insisting with such bold confidence that I was their leader. That I had given the orders. Hearing them address me as “boss” made my blood boil in ways I didn’t know were possible.
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