Poison Of Love

Chap#6

Drew had made up his mind.

He was going back — straight into the hell he escaped from.

Back to Katherine.

Why?

Because if this experiment meant anything...

If his serum worked…

Then she deserved to feel it first.

She, the woman who ruined him.

She, the mask-wearing witch who pretended to be a mother.

Who killed Olivia.

Who smiled through lies and stitched nightmares behind old-woman latex.

“If I’m a monster now…

Let me poison the one who built me.”

With his only bottle hidden in a water capsule, Drew took a public bus back to City 48 — the city where fire never stopped.

The mansion rose in front of him again like a palace of the damned.

He stepped through the gate.

Within minutes — security tackled him.

Guns drawn.

Shouts echoed.

He didn’t resist.

He just stared straight ahead — calm.

Katherine arrived in her self-driven limousine, once again wearing that familiar latex mask — the gentle old woman’s face.

Her voice came smooth.

“Son…

You really left me.

You abandoned your only home.”

Drew forced a shaky smile.

“Ah no, Mom…

I just… got lost.”

She tilted her head.

“Lost? In your own city?

Cute.

Anyways, done is done.

Where’s my car?”

Drew lowered his gaze, fake guilt crawling on his face.

“Stolen.

I left it outside… probably in a bad neighborhood.

I was scared to file a report…

I wasn’t the original owner, after all.”

Katherine stared at him — too long, too cold.

Then:

“Yeah.

True.

Leave it.”

A pause.

Then Drew changed tone — fast and sharp.

“Drop the act.”

Katherine blinked once.

“Excuse me?”

“Excused.”

Drew stepped closer.

“You’re hiding something.

I know it.

I feel it.

You’re not who you pretend to be.”

Katherine’s smile never left her face.

“Drew, darling.

You’ve gone paranoid.”

But in her glass of chilled mineral water, Drew had already dropped the entire vial.

All 50 ml.

An overdose.

Fatal?

He didn’t care.

Let it burn her.

He watched her lips touch the glass, the water slide down her throat.

And in his mind echoed the thought:

“Let’s see if love poisons you too.”

Within seconds — no, within a single breath — Katherine's voice began to shift.

Something cracked in her tone.

Something unstable.

Her eyes widened.

Her lips trembled.

The glass she held shook slightly in her hand.

The formula had entered her bloodstream.

Drew’s formula.

The poison of love.

Suddenly, she looked at him not with suspicion…

But with adoration.

Overwhelming. Obsessive. Twisted.

“D-Drew…” she stammered, stepping toward him.

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I… I love you.

I should’ve told you before… you were always different… special…”

Drew didn’t flinch.

He stood calm — watching her mind collapse in real-time.

“It works.

It actually works.”

She fell to her knees, clutching his hands like a possessed devotee.

“Please…forgive me for everything,” she whispered.

“I’ll do anything… just don’t leave me…”

Drew's voice turned sharp — testing her, commanding.

“If you love me — really love me — transfer every property in your name to mine.

Now.

No hesitation.”

Katherine nodded blindly.

The dose was massive.

It had shattered her brain’s balance between love and logic.

In just minutes, every document had been signed.

Every villa.

Every mansion.

Every dollar.

All his.

And as Drew walked away — cool, steady — he left her lying in the corner of the golden palace.

Her breaths getting shorter.

Two hours later — she was dead.

Drew didn’t wait.

He took her most expensive SUV — sleek, bulletproof, all-black — and vanished back to his city before sunset.

Meanwhile, her underground world panicked.

Her lieutenants.

Her smugglers.

Her assassin squads.

They gathered in a silent, candlelit room.

They didn’t cry.

They didn’t pray.

They whispered.

“She’s gone.”

“Drew did this.”

“But how?”

“He poisoned her.”

“It’s Katherine today…

Tomorrow, it could be us.”

No one called the police.

They couldn’t.

Their business was dark, dirty, and known by no law.

But they knew one thing for sure.

“We have to down this Drew.”

“He thinks he’s smarter than us…

But he’s just another crook.”

They began to plan.

Though the government had little control over the criminal underground of City 48,

the State still existed.

Quiet.

Watching.

And when Katherine — a woman cloaked in mystery, aged by disguise, and draped in wealth — died so suddenly, they took notice.

Not because she was just rich.

But because her money had no source,

her name had no past,

and within hours, everything she owned went to a man named Drew.

No marriage.

No blood relation.

No official tie.

Only one conclusion formed in the State’s mind:

Fraud.

Or murder.

Or something far worse.

So they deployed one of their best.

A rising prosecutor.

Feared by criminals.

Trusted by the bureau.

Her name was Rosalía Faélix. (Rose)

Only 26.

Sharp-minded.

Untouched by corruption.

She came from the same city as Drew.

Same university.

Years behind him — but she remembered him.

“Drew.

Silent.

Too clever.

Too cold.”

He was the kind of student professors both admired and feared.

He had no friends.

No attachments.

But now, his name was on a national red alert file.

Rose scanned the files carefully.

Katherine’s identity? Fabricated.

Drew’s inheritance? Suspicious.

Transfer timeline? Instant.

And then… something odd.

A blank page marked:

“Potential Experimental Substances – Unverified.”

She leaned back.

“So it’s not just murder,” she whispered.

“It’s chemical.

It’s psychological.”

“And he’s not running.

He’s building something.”

She closed the file.

The orders were clear:

Trace Drew.

Trace Katherine’s network.

Follow the pattern.

Break the chain.

Somewhere, Drew sat unaware.

Surrounded by wealth.

Obsessed with control.

Blind to the storm returning from his own past.

Rose wasn’t coming as a junior from university.

She was coming as a hunter.

And her first target...

was him.