Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Words On The News
Rebecca’s POV
The sudden arrest of Micah went viral in Mandena. The news spread like wildfire, not only because of the crime but also because it happened in my mansion. This amplified the buzz, turning it into a hot topic that extended beyond Mandena and reached people from other regions. Everyone had an opinion, and none of them were kind.
“How can a man try to rpe his girlfriend’s employee?!”
Similar comments flooded every social media platform, each one dripping with outrage. My fingers scrolled through my phone screen, moving from one comment to the next. Each word I read cemented the reality of what had happened. The shock still lingered. How could someone I met under normal circumstances—someone with such an innocent face—hide such darkness within?
I vividly recalled our first meeting at the restaurant. Micah had seemed so unassuming, so harmless. If someone had told me then that he was capable of something so monstrous, I would have laughed in disbelief. And yet, here we were.
Still engrossed in the comment section, my eyes caught something peculiar on another page:
“Micah? Lol!”
The comment stood out like a sore thumb. There was something about the tone—casual, yet knowing—that sent a chill down my spine. My curiosity piqued, I tapped on the “See More” button. The comment expanded, revealing something even more unsettling:
“I know him like I know the back of my hand. That is how he does.”
I frowned and continued reading.
“Micah always loved making people believe he was the best at everything—games, academics, singing, sports, you name it. And to be fair, he was good. But beyond that perfect image, he was worse than hell. Micah couldn’t survive without forcing himself on women. And when I say ‘forcing,’ I mean exactly that. He didn’t just try to persuade them; he took what he wanted, consequences be damned. But somehow, he always found a way to silence his victims. That’s why he was chased out of his previous home and evicted by his landlord.
So, when I found out he was dating Rebecca, I thought maybe, just maybe, luck had finally shined on him, that he had changed for the better. But now? Knowing that he attempted to rpe Rebecca’s employee while she wasn’t home? That’s some next-level fucked-up shit!”
A sickening feeling churned in my stomach. This wasn’t just a mistake. This was who Micah had always been. And I—I had unknowingly let him into my life.
Micah’s POV
They dragged me to the nearest police station, one I hadn’t even known existed. It was close to Rebecca’s prestigious street, but unlike any police station I had ever seen before. There was nothing rundown about it. The place exuded authority, sophistication, and an air of no-nonsense efficiency.
If I had known a police station was this close, I wouldn’t have dared to do what I did. But now, it was too late for regrets.
“Move,” the officer barked at me, his voice as sharp as a blade.
I swallowed hard and obeyed without hesitation. My hands, shackled in cold steel cuffs, trembled slightly. I had never been arrested before. This was my first time behind bars, and I hated every second of it.
As we reached the holding cells, another officer sneered at me. His voice dripped with mockery.
“You’re gonna rot in jail, motherfucker! Do you even realize who called for your arrest?!”
I bit my lip, saying nothing. My silence was not out of pride, but fear.
The cell was different from what I had expected. It wasn’t the hellhole I had imagined from crime documentaries. Instead, there was a concrete bench where I could sit or lie down when exhaustion finally took over. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than the floor.
I barely had time to take it all in before an officer approached my cell, holding a digital camera.
“Stand,” he ordered, his tone firm and unwavering.
I knew better than to disobey. Cops could switch from calm to ruthless in an instant, and I wasn’t willing to provoke them. Gritting my teeth, I rose to my feet.
“Stand beside the wall,” he instructed.
I moved as told, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Raise your hands to your chest like you’re carrying something,” he continued.
Confused but compliant, I lifted my hands as if holding an invisible box.
“Perfect,” he muttered, and then the camera flashed. The light momentarily blinded me, and before I could recover, he turned and walked back to his desk.
I watched him closely. He sat down, fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop. His hands moved with precision, like a seasoned pianist playing a symphony of destruction.
Ten minutes later, he stood again, a smirk curling his lips. He walked back to my cell and flipped the screen of his camera toward me.
“Do you like it?” he sneered.
On the screen, I saw the edited version of my mugshot. I was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, and in my hands, I held a cardboard sign with bold, capitalized words:
“SERIAL RPER!”
A lump formed in my throat. The officer's smirk deepened.
“Do you love your new uniform, Mr. Micah?” His voice dripped with mockery.
I clenched my fists but remained silent. If I dared to argue, I risked being beaten like a rabid dog. My crimes were heinous, and any wrong move could seal my fate forever.
Still, a flicker of hope remained. If I behaved well, maybe—just maybe—I could get out on bail.
As if reading my thoughts, the officer chuckled darkly.
“By morning, we’ll be moving you to court. I hope you have a good lawyer, Mr. Micah.”
My stomach twisted into knots. Court? That changed everything. If I went to court, I knew what would happen. Prison. For life.
I had no lawyer. No one to defend me. No one to argue my case.
“If you can’t afford a lawyer, the state will appoint one for you,” the officer added casually.
But I didn’t want a state lawyer. A state lawyer wouldn’t care about me. I needed my own legal defense.
I still had the 30k Rebecca sent me and the 25k she gave me earlier. A total of 55k. Surely, that was enough to hire a competent lawyer, right?
Right?