When My Identity Revealed, He Begged Me Back

“What?” The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. I stared at Elise, her face twisted in smug satisfaction as she pointed at me.

“This must be because Xander broke your heart,” Elise spat. “You couldn’t take it, could you? You couldn’t accept that he chose me. That’s why you did this, Blair!”

I frowned, trying to stay calm despite the growing tension. “I didn’t do anything. What are you even talking about?”

Elise scoffed, stepping closer. “You’re the only one with a motive! You sided with those protesters, didn’t you? You hated Alexus because Xander’s parents despised you. Admit it!”

The murmurs from the crowd grew louder. People whispered, pointing at me. The weight of their stares pressed down on me, suffocating.

Elise jabbed a finger in my direction. “You’ve always been jealous. A poor girl trying to fit in, but never quite making it. Now look at what you’ve done. You killed him! Am I right? Xander, I’m pretty sure she did it!”

I looked at Xander and shook my head. “No, I won’t do that, Xander. You know me.”

Xander shook his head. “I don’t think I know you, Blair. If you kill my father, how could you—”

I slapped him.

“You fucking!” I gritted my teeth. “You think I’m capable of killing—”

“Miss Blair?” one of the police officers said, stepping forward, cutting me off. I tried to calm myself but all I could feel was hatred toward Xander and Elise. “We need you to come with us to the station for questioning.”

“What?” I turned to him, incredulous. “I didn’t do anything! I was there with them when the explosion happened. I couldn’t have done this!”

“Bait,” Elise said. “It was all a trap, wasn’t it? You pretended to be there so no one would suspect you. Admit it. You were even late at our wedding so you must have planned something first and here you are, you also arrived late while the rest of us gathered here.”

“Blair… is this because I hurt you or because my parents arranged this marriage? Why do you have to do this?”

His words stung more than I expected. My hands clenched into fists. “You can’t be serious,” I said, glaring at him. “I had nothing to do with this!”

The police officer didn’t seem convinced. “Miss Blair, we’re going to need you to cooperate. Please come with us to the station.”

“No!” I said, taking a step back. “You can’t pin this on me. I told you, I was there!” I pointed at Louis, whose calm expression hadn’t shifted and he seemed to be amused. “It’s him! I didn’t do it—he did! He killed Alexus!”

The officer raised an eyebrow, glancing at Louis. “Him? That’s impossible.”

I frowned. “Why? What are you talking about? I saw it! I caught him in the act! I’m your witness. That’s why I was late because he had trapped me.”

“No,” the officer said matter-of-factly. “You’re kidding, right? He’s Louis Machini.”

I blinked. Louis Machini. That somehow ring a bell. I looked at him. I heard his surname a few times as my mother had mentioned it before and she even mentioned arranging my marriage to a Machini—but that’s not the case now!

“So what if he is a Machini?”

“He is a wealthy businessman, Ivy League graduate, exceptional athlete. Why would someone like him have any motive to kill Alexus Winfield?”

I stared at the officer, stunned by the words coming out of his mouth.

“And I would?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger. “Because I’m a ‘poor girl’? That makes me capable of something like this?”

The officer didn’t blink. “Poor ones always cause trouble,” he said flatly. “Now, come with us.”

Elise smirked triumphantly. “That’s right. Look at her necklace! She probably stole it. There’s no way someone like her could afford something like that!”

“That’s not true!” I snapped. My blood boiled as I looked around at the crowd, all of them avoiding my eyes, their judgment written on their faces.

My chest heaved as I stood tall. “I’m not coming. Do you know who I am? I’m not some ‘poor girl.’ I am Blair Gallo, the daughter of the wealthiest family in Europe!”

The room went quiet for a second before a burst of laughter broke out. People chuckled and whispered to one another, their disbelief clear.

“Yeah, right,” someone muttered.

“She’s just trying to save herself,” another said.

I turned to Louis, anger and desperation coursing through me. “You did this,” I hissed. “You’re the reason they’re blaming me!”

He stepped closer, his smirk deepening. “No, babe,” he said softly, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “They did this to you because they think you’re poor.”

He leaned in, his words brushing against my ear. “Now do you believe me when I say the law is unjust to the poor?”

I froze, his words echoing in my mind as the world around me seemed to collapse.