Blind Billionaire Bride

IDAHO, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

He sat in his room thinking back to why he was jobless, why he had moved in to the slum, why his love had left him since he couldn’t get a well paid job. He had wanted justice for that family and he turned in enough evidences to summon the culprit and they accepted it but he got fired the very next day. And ever since then his life has been miserable for eight years now.

Derrick wiped his tears as he gathered the paper works to burn them in a small fire place. It was pointless keeping all the evidences he had put together eight years ago. The whole truth which they had fabricated.

Derrick knew the whole truth but he couldn’t do anything about it and the case was closed. He was about dropping the papers in the small fire place in his home when he heard a knock on his door.

Who could it be? He wondered.

Derrick closed his eyes as he thought of the owner of the house standing outside his door with thugs ready to throw out his load.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The knock came again. He stopped to think of what to do but then he realized that the knock was soft.

The owner of the house doesn’t knock that gently. He dropped the papers back in the box, wiped his face before going for the door. He peered through the small hole on the door. It wasn’t the owner of the house. He saw a figure on hoodie.

“Have they finally come for him? To end his life?” He pondered.

Immediately Derrick stepped backward and grabbed a mop and went back to the door. He peered again and the figure was still there.

“Detective Derrick, I know you are in there…” The voice whispered. “Open up I don’t have much time. We need to talk.” The figure knocked again.

Derrick relaxed a bit when he didn’t sense danger. He grabbed the knob and waited for a few seconds before opening the door. No one walked in. No strange movement or attack.

Derrick looked out and saw a guy there with his hands up in the air. He meant no harm.

“Can I come in?” The figure asked.

Derrick studied him and nodded slowly. He looked ahead suspiciously before closing the door and he locked it after the figure walked into his apartment.

“Who are you?” Derrick asked the guy who was scanning the room.

He turned to Derrick. “An ex convict.” He replied removing the hood in the process.

“No name?” Derrick asked.

The figure stared at Derrick. “Matthew Alley.” He answered.

Then Derrick settled down on the old couch. “Why are you here?” He asked.

“To give you something.” Matthew replied.

Derrick raised his eyebrow. He has never seen this face. It was unfamiliar. “What? And how did you find me?” He asked again.

Matthew tucked his hands in the hoodie pocket. “It is not hard. I have few connections in this area and I know Idaho like the back of my palms.” He waited for Derrick to offer him a seat.

Derrick gestured for him to sit down feeling a bit embarrassed at the condition of the couches in his small apartment. They were old and worn out. Matthew brought out a devise from his pocket and explained things to Derrick.

Matthew waited for a response after he finished explaining his mission. “I am sorry but I can’t help you. I am not a detective anymore.”

“I made a promised to my late friend that I would find you and deliver it to you. He was murdered in jail by the culprit and this is his last wish which is to make things right.” Matthew stood up and dropped the device and a note on the table.

“It is pointless now. I don’t care about justice in this state anymore! As a matter of fact, if justice was a person then I am sorry to tell you that he died eight years ago!” Detective Derrick gritted.

“You can throw it out or burn it up in the furnace.” Matthew said before walking out of Derrick’s house.

He was lost in thought. Another evidence. The real evidence from the horse mouth which is enough to reveal the truth. But there was nothing he could do about it. The case has been closed for eight years now. He picked up the device, pressed the button on the device and it played. He listened to it.

“She is alive?” He whispered.

And everything he heard echoed in his head. He almost threw it in the fire but held back.

“This is the only chance to make him pay for his crimes.” A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

He can’t give it anyone. The old detective Derrick would have rushed off to the station to show his boss this evidence but the new Derrick had learnt his lessons in a hard way. They would kill him if he turned it in to the police. So he would wait for her to find him; hopefully fate would bring them together again. Derrick concluded.

He stood up and dropped the stuffs in the box. Derrick grabbed his jacket and made his way out of the house. He would find out if that girl is truly alive.