Chapter 1 Evidences Gone

Nina's POV

The letters on the desk were not there again.

Where could I have placed them? My mind was a little bit preoccupied with things so I wouldn't know where I kept the letters but I was sure I kept it on my desk.

"I'm sorry Miss Nina but if you cannot find the letters, I'm sorry we'll have to leave." Detective Allen said, jerking me back to reality.

"You should check the CCTV footage, you might find something helpful."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "The street lights and security cameras were down yesterday night and there's no CCTV footage. There's also no proof that you were attacked and that's the main reason why we can't help you." He explained gently.

I had been seriously looking for the evidence that I was attacked last night but I couldn't find it. I had also received a threatening letter on my desk the previous day with the word 'Die' on it but didn't take it seriously till I was attacked.

"But the letters were on my table last night and I saw them before leaving the office. How's this possible?" I asked, annoyed.

"Mrs Nina, I'm sorry we have to leave." He replied and left almost immediately after scanning through my corridor.

I stopped halfway at the corridor. "Look, I'm a senator's daughter and I have my way around things. I was wondering if you could just file the report that I was attacked by some hoodlums last night. They were going to kill me..."

"Then how did you escape?" He inquired, suspiciously.

Why didn't everyone understand me? Someone saved me and I didn't even know who it was. He wore a mask that hid his face.

"Well, someone saved me. I hate repeating myself, I thought I mentioned that in the statement I wrote."

"It sounds suspicious and ridiculous. This is not some superhero type of movie… there's absolutely no real Spiderman, Superman or the Flash to save you. I'm sorry but I can't help you until you find the letters your assumed 'gunmen' sent to you." He replied.

I took a deep breath, before sending them to hell with insults. "Aren't you guys bunch of incompetent fools? I'm going to make you pay for this. You'll definitely regret this when I'm done with you."

He ignored me and walked into the lift making me look like a fool to the other staff nearby.

I stared at the floor in anger. How dare they disrespect me? I was attacked by unknown men and why didn't they want to believe me.

It was even more annoying. My dad could make me work in his company but he decided to make me a secretary in another man's company. Nothing was more frustrating and annoying than seeing my boss's face.

And all the fake smiles I had to put up just because I was faking a love relationship with Greg, the son of the bastard family that murdered my mom. They believed I didn't know and it was better like that.

However, it was to my benefit because I was playing my cards well. Even though I didn't like Greg, I was still using him and his company. I was sure that very soon, I'll own a major share in his company and become the queen I was meant to be.

And speaking of the devil, Greg walked towards me and placed a kiss on my forehead. "When did you come?" He inquired.

"An hour ago, I was in my office and I forgot to visit your office to greet you."

He scratched his eyebrows. "No, it's fine. I should be asking after you, what's wrong with you? What happened last night?"

I pretended to fake a cry. "I was attacked last night by three gunmen, I don't know what they want from me."

He brought me close to his side and hugged me. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry this happened. Have you informed your father?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, didn't you see the detective he sent?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm just coming, I didn't see anyone. What did he say? Does he believe you?" He asked.

"No, he doesn't. I doubt he has some brain cells in his big head."

"What's his name? I'll get him sacked from office immediately and teach him a lesson. No one should mess with my girlfriend." Greg thundered angrily as he slammed a fist into a table.

I had to do something. I didn't want him to make anyone suffer because of me. I was planning on using him but I was very careful not to let anyone get into my plans.

"No, you don't have to do that. This is my business and I'll handle it myself."

He ran a hand through his hair, slightly pissed off but relieved that I was okay. "Are you sure? I can offer assistance if you want. I can lock down the whole Los Vegas if you want, I just want you to be happy." He said.

I suppressed a smile at his foolish attitude. "It's alright hun, I'm alright. Just take care of yourself."

He nodded. "Care for a date tonight?" He inquired.

This could be the perfect time to get to know his plans so I could use it against him. "A date? That's a brilliant idea. I'll certainly love to go on a date with you, I can't wait."

He smiled. "Alright then, I'll be expecting you by 7PM tonight, don't be late, I hate being kept waiting."

I nodded and watched him walk into his office.

"Just wait till I find out if it was really you who sent those men to kill me, I'll make you pay, Mr Greg." I murmured to myself.

As I went back into my office, I felt frustrated and lonely. There was no single person I could trust, I couldn't even trust anyone. I looked into my purse and brought out the ring my helper forgot after he helped me fight the bad men.

After slipping it into my pocket, the door was pushed open and my dad walked in with a man following him, he was wearing a dark eyeglass so I couldn't really see his face.

"Good morning Dad, it's nice to see you here."

My dad gave me a cold smile. "Happy to see me? Well, I'm not happy to see you. I'm just here because I don't want you to get hurt." He replied and avoided my gaze.

I knew why he didn't like me.

He felt I was the reason for Mom's death. She left the house to get me a cake on my birthday and she never returned. She died.

Her body was found in a car accident the next day and Dad could never forgive me even until now.

But I knew it was a lie, I had heard her talking to someone on the phone before leaving the house and she had written a Latin word that only the Peterson's family used on a piece of paper before leaving the house that day. They had killed her and made it seem like an accident. THOSE BASTARDS!!!

"Thanks for caring for me."

He scoffed. "I don't care about you,"

I could sense the lie in his voice and kept quiet. "Alright, I'll just go straight to the point," he said and pointed to the guy beside him. "He'll be your bodyguard from now on." He announced and I felt my heart skip a beat.

No, this was not happening.

I definitely didn't want a bodyguard.