My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

In Asherton, I didn't have friends or relatives. If something had happened to me, no one would come for me. Even if I disappeared without a trace, no one would care. That was probably the reason why they'd targeted me. I wondered what had they injected into my body while I was out of it.

For the time being, all my strength was gone. I was like a lifeless vessel.

It was over. That phone call had been my one shot to call for help, but it was a mistake to call Michael. There was no hope left for me.

I spent the night in the holding cell. As expected, no one came for me, much less a lawyer.

They had my blood test results. They had drugged me with something, and had planted syringes with drugs in my bag at the hotel in public.

These were all verified facts. Everyone else must have believed that I was arrested for the possession and usage of drugs.

The door was suddenly unlocked and then opened. The same policewoman walked in, glancing at me indifferently.

her and said, "Miss Reid's case has been settled. Please fill her

"Yes ma'am!"

left, leaving another in her place to watch over me. She drew out a document and handed it to

keep my distance from her. My voice trembled slightly. "Where

to that. She simply stared blankly at me and repeated,

you taking me?" My voice shook as I asked.

questions. She glared at me as my brows furrowed heavily and said, "Miss

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