"How...does it feel being betrayed by someone?"

"How does it feel when you trust someone with your loved one's life and they betray you?

Doesn't it make each part of your body burn in rage, revenge, and resentment for that very person? Doesn't it make you go crazy to an extent that you want to kill that betrayer?

Don't you...agree?"

The counsellor sighed and bent forward, keeping her intertwined fingers on her laps. This looked hard than it seemed.

The lady sitting in front of her was way too convinced with the fact of killing the person she thinks is a betrayer that it was nearly impossible for even the counsellor to council her.

"I think...you should reconsider, think about it this way, what if...the person you're thinking has betrayed you might've had their reasons?" The counsellor suggested to her.

The woman sitting in front of the counsellor was all relaxed in the chair provided to her. Her arms resting on the arms of the chair, her face blinding bright with her confidence.

She scoffed, "Would you...do the same?" she asked the counsellor, raising one eyebrow.

Counsellor took in a deep breath, her eyes wondering everywhere except for her client's face.

This woman was quite manipulative. She could manipulate anyone with the confidence she had built inside her.

"I...have been preparing for my revenge since the day I got the news, and here I am. People may call me psychopath or crazy."

She shook her head vigorously, "I don't mind."

"I'll find him and make him beg for forgiveness, which I'll never represent to him. He'll die with guilt and remorse for what he did. He...has to feel the pain of what it feels like being a criminal."

"Ms Lennon-Lennon-"

"Wouldn't you do the same..." Jessica asked.

She mirrored the counsellor's sitting style; her stare digging the soul out of the counsellor.

"If it happened with your father." She added.

She left the counsellor speechless and nervous. She had never seen such a domineering client. Jessica had made her sweat.

People said she was a manipulative psychopath and the counsellor could see it. Jessica stood up. "Ms Charlet, it was nice meeting you." She walked towards her.

She bent downward, keeping her hands on the arms of the counsellor's chair.

"I hope you won't disappoint my mother with my progress. She...believes in you."

The counsellor gulped and nodded meekly. Her life was at stake. She had to lie about her patient's well-being if...she wanted to live.

Jessica walked out of the cabin confidently, smirking a little. Her eyes could only see red and now nothing is holding her back...

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As she stepped out of the taxi in front of her house, she spotted a postal delivery officer.

"Is there...a letter for me?" She asked.

The postal delivery officer smiled, "I thought the owner wasn't at home and I didn't find any email box."

"Oh! Actually, I smashed it a week ago, you see anger issues." She spoke out proudly, making the postal delivery officer frown.

"Here-here you go." He handed the letter to her and left, riding his bicycle.

Jessica looked out for the name and smiled as the name was missing and the address said, "Whitechapel, police station, St 21."

She knew who it was. Feeling restless about what they wrote inside, she closed the door of her house and tore open the envelope.

'They have released him, Ms Lennon.' The letter brought a smile to her face.

"I'll make sure you suffer more out here than you did in jail, Flynn..." She gritted her teeth, the letter crushed under her tightening fist.

And that is after a month later a new detective was appointed in a case of a missing person. The new detective was lame, unprofessional, and lacked confidence. She worked as a junior detective for months as no one found her competitive enough to solve a case alone.

But who knew that being dumb was all an act she had represented in front of everyone. Jessica Lennon was something more than anyone could've imagined. She was the countdown for Hebrew's death...

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Jessica gulped as she saw many reporters surrounding her. A part of her was angry, and another was shocked. She looked up at the window of Hebrew's apartment and mumbled, "Is this why you didn't stop me and questioned me, Flynn? You sure are wittier than I'd imagined."

Looking back at the reporters, she wore back her sheepish attitude and stuttered, "I-I just..."

Before she could say further, Robert came to the rescue.

"I had sent her!" He diverted the media's attention towards him.

"Stop spreading false news about someone so new to a field. She went back to the house just to collect the data Hebrew had. You all know how much effect your one sentence can put over a person's image!" His yelling made reporters feel guilty, and they looked down.

Robert came to take Jessica with him, in his patrolling car, but someone interrupted.

"Oh, really?!"

Robert looked at the woman standing behind the reporters. Confident as ever she was, she walked past the reporters as if they were thin air.

Eva's feet stop just in front of Robert, her eyes stuck on Jessica.

"But I can sense something else." She folded her arms above her chest, showing off all the diamond rings she wore.

She bent to Jessica's level, who was short and gave out a smirk and whispered, "Won't you tell the truth to the reporters?"

This was the first time Jessica had ever felt nervous. Her heartbeat quickened, though, how hard she tried to calm down.

Before anyone of them could say something, Robert put an arm in front of Jessica to block Eva.

"She is scared, miss. So it would be better if you stepped aside and gave her some space." His voice was monotonous, but still held too much anger in it.

Eva stood back straight and smiled at Robert. "Sure Mr Stone. As you wish. But... let's see how much more you would protect this Hippocratic scaredy-cat of yours."

Jessica gave out glare and Eva simply smiled back at her. She walked, backtracked the path from which she had come, reporters, making way for her as if she was someone truly respected. She sat back in her car and the driver drove away at a high speed.

Jessica kept looking at the place where Eva's car stood. She didn't understand why Eva was helping Hebrew out. 'Who the hell is she?' Jessica wondered while Robert took her into his car.

Out of this total chaos created outside Hebrew's house. The owner of the house was still laying back on the sofa looking at the ceiling.

Fifteen minutes earlier was when he had made Jessica step outside his house. His brain had given up and so he wasn't in able to interrogate her. He sighed.

Though his insides were really frustrated because Jessica had actually barged into his house and even searched his complete bedroom, he still kept himself calm.

Why did he trust Eva though she is a villain in his life, you might wonder? It is because Hebrew knew that no matter how much hatred she might show towards Hebrew, she would never lie to him. She once did and still resented that moment of her life. Hebrew knew that.

Sighing for the nth time, he picked the telephone from the table and dialled a number. When Eva was earlier at his home with Jessica along, he could sense a strong hatred and disgust Eva held for her. And he knew what next step she might take. But he also needed to help Jessica as he knew she was a naïve one who can't be taught, but helped.

Hebrew ringed twice the call and the other side answered it, "Hello, Mr Stone. Hebrew this side. Can you come to my house for a bit, there's an issue outside?..."