Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The second I swung the door open, I was staring down a squad of cops.
"Isabella Laurent?" one barked. "We've traced a call from a scam ring operating in the Special Economic Zone. You're needed for questioning in a missing persons case."
It wasn't until I was sitting in that sterile interrogation room that the nightmare fully hit me—my best friend had been trafficked into that hellhole.
Her parents had written off the call as another phishing scam. Of course they had.
No wonder she'd reached out to me—just some nobody from a nowhere town.
A hollow laugh tore from my throat. Yeah, I was pissed. Furious didn't even cover it.
The detectives grilled me on every detail. I laid it all out. One of them exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "You got lucky. Warren Lowell's ID was forged. Guy was here illegally."
"This was planned."
"We're looking at an organized ring."
Ice shot through my veins as the pieces clicked. Warren had been about to drag me to Thailand.
If my best friend hadn't stepped in… that would've been me rotting in some cage right now.
I nearly vomited.
Back home, I scrubbed every remnant of Warren from my life—photos, texts, even the memory of his voice.
I thought it was over.
Then he showed up.
Michael.
Wasn't he supposed to be on some extended leave from the academy?
Bullshit. More like running from the law.
Because he and Warren? Partners in crime. Literally.
He trapped me in the stairwell, all fake calm and smarmy smiles.
"What do you want?" I hissed, fingers digging into my palms.
"Easy. I'm not here to hurt you." He raised his hands like that meant anything. "We both got played, Isabella. Warren screwed us over."
My stomach dropped.
Then he dropped the real grenade.
I was never the target.
Sophia Evans was.
Her family? Stupid rich.
"Isabella Laurent?" one barked. "We've traced a call from a scam ring operating in the Special Economic Zone. You're needed for questioning in a missing persons case."
It wasn't until I was sitting in that sterile interrogation room that the nightmare fully hit me—my best friend had been trafficked into that hellhole.
Her parents had written off the call as another phishing scam. Of course they had.
No wonder she'd reached out to me—just some nobody from a nowhere town.
A hollow laugh tore from my throat. Yeah, I was pissed. Furious didn't even cover it.
The detectives grilled me on every detail. I laid it all out. One of them exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "You got lucky. Warren Lowell's ID was forged. Guy was here illegally."
"This was planned."
"We're looking at an organized ring."
Ice shot through my veins as the pieces clicked. Warren had been about to drag me to Thailand.
If my best friend hadn't stepped in… that would've been me rotting in some cage right now.
I nearly vomited.
Back home, I scrubbed every remnant of Warren from my life—photos, texts, even the memory of his voice.
I thought it was over.
Then he showed up.
Michael.
Wasn't he supposed to be on some extended leave from the academy?
Bullshit. More like running from the law.
Because he and Warren? Partners in crime. Literally.
He trapped me in the stairwell, all fake calm and smarmy smiles.
"What do you want?" I hissed, fingers digging into my palms.
"Easy. I'm not here to hurt you." He raised his hands like that meant anything. "We both got played, Isabella. Warren screwed us over."
My stomach dropped.
Then he dropped the real grenade.
I was never the target.
Sophia Evans was.
Her family? Stupid rich.
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