The Secret Obsession of the CEO
Chapter 182: Moment of Truth(1)

Chapter 182: Moment of Truth(1)

Rory clenched her fists seeing the smirk on his face. She braced her heart for the truth.

"Why don’t you come near me, little rose?" Lennon asked probably sensing the eagerness on her face.

"You call me the little rose and yet you hurt me. Why should I get anywhere near you?" She asked waving her hand in the sling.

"Aww..." Lennon cocked his head with a pitiful smile. "You’re mad about that? Should I apologize?" As he spoke, his face gradually hardened. And with a hate-filled expression, he looked at her.

Rory did not say anything. She did not know what he expects. But he was still glaring at her.

"Oh, you want me to apologize for lying to you? Is that what you expect?" She asked. "It’s just a few scratches. It’ll heal...probably before they hang you," she smiled.

Lennon gritted his teeth, and she could see his clenched jaws as the table lamp made dangerous contours on his face. She met his eyes and didn’t avert her eyes.

If a bad man like him has that much confidence, why can’t she have the confidence to face him?

But she couldn’t. She reverted to looking at his mouth and jaws. His eyes were similar to Liam’s, and she couldn’t bear to look at them.

And she was struggling to stay afloat. She currently felt like she was getting washed out by a flash flood. IN that roaring river, she is getting dragged to the current. She has nothing to hold on. She had no one she can trust blindly.

She has no one.

But she didn’t want to be dragged. She wanted to stand on firm ground. She wanted to pull herself together and move forward.

And for that, she needed answers.

"You’re not far from where I’m from, right?" he asked as Rory was not speaking anything. "I mean, the Count’s son must have told you everything about me, right? By the way, it was smart of you to have a burner phone..." he chuckled evilly. "Pretending to lose your phone, making me believe that you are totally depending on me... You are brilliant," he clenched his jaws.

"I know the name your mother Aurora gave you was William. I know you are an illegitimate child, and no one claimed you as their son. And I know you killed her," Rory scoffed. "So, yes... Ian told me everything about you."

Lennon chuckled.

"Was she your first kill, Lennon? The first ginger woman you murdered?" Rory asked. "Is that what made me attractive to you? I am a ginger with the name Aurora, alright?"

"Aww, dear... No, I did not kill that woman," Lennon chuckled.

Rory clenched her fists. She wanted him to confess, not backtrack.

"Then who did? You know, don’t you? Don’t you know who killed your mother?" she asked. "You did tell me that you can talk to me about your mother, didn’t you? So how about doing that now? How did it feel murdering your own mother, Lennon?" she asked. "I know, judging by her profession and her addiction, she might not have been the best mother around town, but...She still was your mother."

"She was a wh*re, yeah," Lennon shrugged. "She didn’t want me around. If I was gone, she’d have one less mouth to feed and she often told me that she can’t get her "fix" because she has to feed me. Once, she almost sold me to a black-market dealer for my organs and she tried to pimp me once. I was six! If the cops didn’t bust that guy..."

Rory sighed, so not willing to listen to the sob story of this monster. But like any psychopath, he does have a legitimate reason to turn into one. She still didn’t care. Not everyone who had a bad childhood resorts to murdering innocents.

She was about to interrupt Lennon, but through her peripheral vision, she saw the agent gesturing for her to let him speak more.

Rory did want Lennon to speak of his crimes. If he is opening up, then she can help him confess.

"And you got frustrated and killed her? She probably was happy you freed her, right?" Rory decided to give him a nudge to confess.

But Lennon shook his head. He looked solemn as he reminisced about the past. If it was Liam in front of her with that expression, she would have believed that he is opening up to her.

But is Lennon?

"I did not kill her. I never killed," Lennon said and Rory sighed.

She turned. If he is not going to confess; she is not going to stay and waste her time.

"Where are you going?" he asked. There was a little impatience in his carefully toned voice.

"If I want to hear people lie, I will go to a funeral and hear how everyone liked the dead," she shrugged. "I don’t have to listen to you when you are alive."

Lennon laughed. "You... you know what, this is what I love about you... This...snarky, don’t-care attitude. Now, wait," he tried to stop her. "I would kneel before you to make you stay, but this..." he shook his handcuffs. "I can’t get to you. Why don’t you get close to me so that...Wait!"

He shouted as Rory almost reached the door.

"You know who my first kill was. You are smart. You know. Now think and answer..." Lennon said.

Rory stopped. She didn’t want to think much. She was feeling so tired. But if Lennon was so sure... Her eyes widened as she came to realize the truth that was blaring right at her face.

"Roisin Walsh..." she smirked and walked to him. "She was your first kill!"

Maybe he liked to see her excitement, he nodded.

"Yes, she was." He agreed.

Rory gulped holding back her sigh of relief. At least, he confessed to one murder. That will get him somewhere.

But then she realized. If he confessed to a murder that happened in another country, then he will be charged, and tried in that country. And his native country to her knowledge had banned the death penalty.

Is that what he is planning?

"You named your company after her, don’t you? Oh, you are one sick son of a b(tch, aren’t you?" she asked hoping that talking about his company will make him talk about his crimes in this country. "LR Holdings... Everyone thought that you named that company after yourself, but you corrected it in one of your old interviews and told them that you named your company after your mother. but she was not your mother. She was the first woman you killed! You named your company after the first woman you killed. Is that your identity? You never thought that you would get caught, didn’t you?"

She gave a long monologue only for Lennon to look at her with a smile. She was weirded out by his smile and paused. She folded her hand over her chest as she was creeped out by the way Lennon was staring at him.

"I named it after you, little rose..." he said and Rory took a step back. Her eyes widened and her back got wet with cold sweat.

Obsession... She never knew the meaning of that word until now. Lennon’s eyes... That was an obsession.

"You are my precious. And I named that company after you. Everything I did, was for you. But you never saw me the way I saw you. Uncle Lenny...Uncle Lenny...Who was your uncle? Me? I was supposed to be your beloved. Who was Fitzwilliam? He was no one. I was going to make you the queen of my kingdom and your eyes were always on that snotty brat who was a good for nothing!"

"Should I be touched?" Rory scoffed.

"Aren’t you?" Lennon asked. His eyes got red, and a cloud of sorrow hung on his eyelids.

No... He looked too much like Liam and Rory turned away.

"No," she said after taking in a deep breath. "No. Fitzwilliam is a thousand times better than you. Isn’t that what you found interesting about me? My attraction to Fitzwilliam when no one believed in him and thought of him as a paper tiger who only knows to get angry?"

She spoke those words from her heart. No one can talk bad about Fitzwilliam. He is her Fizzy.

"I saw him for who he is! Even though he was broken, he had a kind heart. You tried your best, don’t you? Were you able to break him? He never had a mother and he hated Frank all his life. And yet, he turned out to be a much better man, don’t you think? Although you tried to corrupt him... Ah... I know your perception of morals is skewed, but... Isn’t he better? Isn’t that why you had to resort to framing him? He never fell for your tricks, did he? My husband... My Fizzy!"

She smirked. She was proud to talk about Liam. Whatever happened in the past, or will happen in the future, she always will respect Liam for his goodness.

Lennon stayed silent for some time, contemplating something. Rory took it as he agreed with her. But then he broke the silence.

"In our parts of the continent, there used to be a tradition of checking the nuptial sheets for the purity of the bride. Do you know about that?" he asked.

Rory squinted her eyes. "Was that the tradition a millennium ago? Sorry, don’t know much about it," she laughed.

"Your sheets," Lennon’s voice interrupted her laugh. "Was there blood?"

Rory’s face became long as the smile on her face vanished. Although they didn’t do it on their wedding night, the night they did it... There was no blood.

And what is he implying?