Chapter 108: Chapter 108

JUNE

It was amusing how society altered their judgments after the truth was disclosed, accompanied by the test I had with Henry, mind you. Kristen had to employ unconventional mediums to get the message across, generating an uproar in the netizens' world.

It was a lively week, with us trying to escape the paparazzi who camped outside our building. Mark discovered an approach to help me out of the house. But it only took a day for those restless leeches to find out.

Now, I'm locked inside the building with no means to leave if I treasure my life. It has been this way for close to two weeks. Kristen believes it won't be long until we lose the gimmick. But I doubt it's happening anytime soon.

The way those gossip-hungry individuals besieged the neighbourhood made it more popular than it had ever been. It was as if we were hosting an event.

Kristen has successfully gotten a fraction of his assets back. Most of those who withdrew their dividends when things were hot have been seeking to contact him, but he has turned down any contact with them.

He believes taking them in won't help him at all. Having people like that behind you means they will bolt any time you encounter any controversy on the way.

And that's something we are not looking forward to. The police, who turned a blind eye and deaf ears when we reported the attack I had in the restroom, have been assiduously trying to get to the bottom of everything.

But the problem is; the woman who assaulted me came prepared. They tinkered with the cameras before the attack, making it impossible for us to get a lead.

But now, they are working to investigate the street cameras for anything that might point to Dija as the culprit. Yet, I can't seem to shake off the feelings I've had since they attacked me at Pack.

Mark was the only one who knew I was in the pack. Unless someone was secretly trailing me, they wouldn't be cognizant of my location. And another thing was the statement they made.

Edith was the only one who knew about our travel. And she was the one who advised me to leave the country, to help Kristen.

Could it be…

But that can't be possible. She has been of tremendous service to us since they leaked the picture. There is no way she would have harmed me.

And the situation in the restroom? Mark was the only one who knew I was pregnant. No one else knew about it.

Yet, I can't accuse him.

How can he harm me when he was with me throughout that time? I know he doesn't like Kristen, but he won't hurt me. Mark hates it when I'm unhappy. He won't willingly hurt me.

Then who is it?

I feel like someone close to us is drawing the strings in the dark, watching us stumble over ourselves to the trap they set for us.

And it doesn't help that the threats Kristen received back then all came from the same server as the one that leaked the pictures. But they covered their tracks well, destroying anything that might lead us to them.

Fuck.

Just thinking about all these gives me an acute dilemma. It has been like this since I was on house detention. Just kidding, lol.

I have enough time on my hands to think of all that has happened within two months. The notion that someone close to us did it has been stronger than anything else.

Reading through the numerous threats Kristen got, I discerned how it changed the moment we packed out. It implied the person knew our every move, and just how to attack.

Right now, the new threat was for him to break up with me before they did something drastic to me. That was why Kristen was more than grateful that we were back at our old house with burglary proof. Had it been the one at Rainier's, the building would have been broken in with no effort needed.

My phone buzzed, forcing my thoughts back to the present, and my ringing phone. With my eyebrows furrowed, I answered the call, noting how the caller withheld their ID.

Kristen repeatedly instructed me that when answering unidentified numbers, I should let them speak before I do. It is unclear to me why he said that, but I still did what I was instructed. I answered the call, placed it on the loudspeaker, and dropped it back on the table, waiting for the caller to say a word.

It was a long two minutes before I heard sounds from the other end. It was a deep sigh before the sound filtered through

“June, it seems like you are as headstrong as Kristen!” A rough voice said from the other side. It sounded familiar, but I can't pinpoint where exactly I heard the voice from. The baritone would have been soothing to the ear had it not been for the threat it brought.

“And who might you be?” I sat up on the chair and dropped my half-eaten sandwich back on the plate, glaring daggers at the phone on the table.

As fast as I could, I clicked on the call recorder, trying not to freak out.

“You don't need to know who I am, June. All you need to know is I've got my eyes on you. You might have thought you had won the battle with the results you got from the hospital and a statement from your father. But this is just the beginning.”

The more he spoke, the more it seemed like my heart was about to lurch out of my chest.

“And —”

“If you know what is good for you, leave Kristen. Travel to a far place and stay. Else, you will experience worse things than getting a beating in the pack, and losing your baby.”

With those words said, he disconnected, leaving me more scared than I had ever felt.