Love In Disguise: Rebirth of the Heiress
Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Kiara’s POV

I parked in a secluded corner, away from the main road, where no one would notice me, even if I stayed here for hours.

The street was silent, the only noise a faint rustling from the trees.

I took a steadying breath, the shock of everything I’d just seen still buzzing through my veins as I unlocked my phone and pulled up the live feed from Jessica’s door camera.

A smart move made by me when I picked the door.

The grainy image flickered for a moment before snapping into clarity, and my heart pounded as I took in the scene: Jessica, standing over a lifeless bleeding body, her expression twisted and frantic. Gabriel was there too, his face showing something that I couldn’t quite place, disbelief, maybe, or just disgust.

But then I watched as he took charge, cold and methodical, guiding Jessica, there was no sound, but it seemed as if he was instructing her on how to hide the body.

My stomach twisted as the feed continued, catching every gruesome detail.

They moved with a sick kind of rhythm, each step calculated.

The body was stuffed into a storage chest that Jessica had likely pulled from another room. Gabriel lifted it effortlessly, carrying it away, and Jessica trailed behind him, her face blank, as if she’d already shut off every emotion.

I watched, horrified, as they hugged afterward, a twisted form of comfort, as if their unity had just been solidified through something far beyond my comprehension.

And then—unbelievably—Jessica leaned in, kissing him, clinging to him like he was her only anchor. Gabriel didn’t resist. He seemed to revel in it, the smug satisfaction on his face unmistakable.

"What... the actual... fuck?" I whispered, my voice barely a breath.

I felt bile rise in my throat, the world tilting as I processed it.

They had done the same to me. Hide my body. Lie about it at the end.

Who knew they would have done so earlier on.

My fingers hovered over the police app, the temptation almost overwhelming. I could send this in, make sure they were thrown behind bars where they belonged. And yet...

I took a breath, forcing my hand away from the button. As much as I wanted to, something in me hesitated. Jessica and Gabriel would do anything to protect themselves, to erase anyone who dared stand in their way. If I involved the police now, they’d either see it coming and destroy every trace, or worse, find a way to pin this all on me.

And I knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t go down quietly. Not without taking me, or worse, anyone else in their way, with them.

I still have so many questions.

For now, a different idea clicked into place. I couldn’t let them get away with it, but going straight to the authorities wasn’t the answer... not yet.

Instead, I quickly saved the recording, making several backups on every drive I had. With a deep breath, I typed out a brief, anonymous message on the city’s crime tipline, making sure to leave just enough information to keep them watching Jessica’s place.

I stared at the backup video one last time, the horror still fresh, my mind spinning with disbelief. How can people be so twisted, so utterly devoid of remorse?

"Unbelievable..." I muttered, feeling a chill run down my spine. I’d known Jessica and Gabriel were dangerous, but this... this was beyond anything I could have imagined.

****

The desk was cluttered, files stacked haphazardly, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights flickered above.

Frequent tapping of feets, talks, ringing noises filled the place.

It was distracting to some

But comforting to others as they could fall asleep while listening to it.

Ben, just an intern barely a month into his position, was mindlessly scrolling through the police department’s inbox, most of it the usual complaints—noise disturbances, petty thefts, sightings of suspicious characters that almost never panned out.

He stifled a yawn, ready to call it a day, when a new message pinged in.

Anonymous Tip:

"Something’s wrong in 345 Brightmore Apartments. A curly dark haired girl live there. Please, watch her closely. Take note of her actions. I believe she is hiding something dangerous."

Ben frowned, squinting at the message. It was vague—no details, no evidence, just an ominous nudge toward some woman named Jessica. He sighed, thinking it was probably just someone trying to start drama. Still, something about the way the message was worded left him curious.

He rolled his chair back, stood up, and made his way to Detective Barlow’s desk. The older man was poring over paperwork, glasses perched on the end of his nose. Ben hesitated, then cleared his throat, holding out his phone.

"Sir, there’s an anonymous tip that just came in. Says something about this Jessica Wright at Brightmore Apartments. Thought you might want to see it."

Detective Barlow barely glanced up. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he grunted, "Anonymous tip? They come in by the dozen, kid. Probably another dead end. We’ve got real cases to work on here. Leave it, or delete it if it’s a waste."

Ben nodded, forcing a polite smile, but his stomach twisted with disappointment as he walked back to his desk. He knew everyone thought he was just the kid, the rookie nobody took seriously. There was always some joke about the "baby detective" or the "intern investigator" every time he spoke up.

He sank back into his chair, looking down at the message again. It was so easy to delete it, toss it into the virtual trash bin and pretend it hadn’t caught his eye.

His finger hovered over the delete icon, hesitating. Something about the tone, the way it felt almost... desperate, stuck with him. Against his better judgment, he swiped the message to a hidden folder. Just in case.

"It’s probably nothing," he muttered under his breath, convincing himself as he turned back to his work.

But the message lingered in the back of his mind long after the screen went dark.