Married to my suspect

You know how, in those crime and murder movies, either the police or the serial killer would have a board that they put pictures of people and connect them with threads based on suspicion? That was very similar to what I was looking at. I picked up my phone again and forced myself to stand up.

There was a picture of a young man at the center and several other unfamiliar people around the picture, and was that me? I moved closer to my picture, wondering what exactly I was doing there. When Jonathan had succumbed to my manipulation, I'd assumed he wasn't the brightest kid in his class, but I could see now that I was wrong. There were notes on other people but nothing on mine. I looked at the picture of Lucas and Julia next to mine. Was he suspecting us of something, or just felt like something was wrong? Unfortunately, I still didn't know what went through the man's head.

I studied the picture at the center and the date that had been written on it. Had he been attacked then or what? What was his connection with Jonathan, and why did he think either I or Lucas would be involved in something like that? Or were our pictures just among the people he suspected were his enemy. If that were so, it would appear that he had quite a lot of enemies. As for Julia, I couldn't put what he was imagining past her, since all she'd shown me since the news of our marriage was her being a bitch.

I scoffed at my actions, what exactly was I doing right now? I had my own investigation to do and since none of the people in the picture had seemed familiar to me, they had absolutely nothing to do with me. I opened the drawer near the wall that had the pictures and flinched. What horror movie was I currently starring in because why were there different sizes and shapes of knives in his cupboard? I picked up a box that was towards the entrance and screamed, dropping it in shock, and moving backwards. The front of the box had appeared innocent, but the back was torn in several places. It looked like it had been done with a knife and had red streaks all over like someone had painted it with someone's blood or something. I knew it seemed like I was reaching, but I was quite familiar with crime movies and documentary and could only conclude on something. I knew absolutely nothing about my husband. I knew it, his room had been a taste of what he wanted to be, but this room was who he was. I shuddered and closed the drawer, searching through the walls for a light switch and finding none. I was now getting more and more terrified.

There was a table was on the other side of the room that had only a desktop on it. I walked closer to it, shining my torch in case something else was going to scare me. Thankfully, nothing came out and I could breathe a little. I opened the first drawer to find it open, same with the second one. I tried to open the third one, but nothing moved. I tried again and narrowed my eyes. Was the drawer locked. I removed a pin from my hair and bent to the drawer, a trick I'd learnt from the movies I'd been obsessed with.

With a click, the drawer was unlocked, and I opened it and fell on my butt to the ground. Really? The drawer was also empty. From my vantage point on the floor, I looked round the room, I hadn't missed anything, so that meant what I was looking for wasn't in this room.

With a sigh, I took myself out of his room and went back downstairs and increased the volume of the TV, letting myself get lost in the echoes of voices.

JULIA'S POV

I barely flinched as the vase hit the wall and shattered at my feet. He stood up but couldn't move much as the office table stopped his big frame. He stared at me, breathing heavily. "Now what are you going to do?"

I stared at him wordlessly, and another flower vase came next. "You are not going to answer?" He laughed manically. "Not only have you brought me nothing at all, but now he's married." He took a breath and sat back down. "You have a plan, right? You know what your father will do to both of us if we fail, right?"

I bent and picked one of the larger pieces of the broken vase on the floor. "Is this why you summoned me here? I said I was on it." I replied calmly.

"Doesn't look like it." He threw a newspaper to me that had articles and pictures of Jonathan's wedding with that bitch.

I picked the newspaper and read it. "I know exactly how to bring him down, dad. I just need a little more time."

He massaged his forehead. "If the chairman hears of this update, do you think you will be free? You know your father, don't you? And he's really run out of patience with both of us."

I dropped the paper. "I'll talk to him myself."

He started nodding but changed it to shaking his head. I smirked, they both may think they could rule me, but I made decisions for myself, and they had no choice but to be patient. I stepped closer to him. "You don't want me to do that, right, Dad? I said in a tight voice, laying emphasis on the word 'Dad'. I'll make sure to bring you both what you want, but I need you to stop contacting me as much. He's not an idiot, and the goal is to be as unsuspicious as possible."

He glared at me. "Fine. Don't call your father, I'll talk to him if he finds out about this. Why did the other one have to die rather than him." He whined. "This is all your fault."

I laughed hard, "My fault? It's not like I killed him or was the one that butchered a task that was specifically ordered." I picked up a pen that was laying on his table. " I have a lot of things to do, so I'll be leaving now. Make sure not to contact me. I'll let you know when there's a new update." With that, I walked out of the office.

JONATHAN'S POV

"Alright, let's do that." I responded in Greek to the question I was asked. I was on a call that was hopefully going to be the last. The meeting was with the executives of the company I was trying to merge and acquire since the last year, but we were still on it since the owner was still unable to make up his mind to trust me. He had run the company to the ground with his carelessness and incompetence, and was now trying to make negotiations that he thought were going to favor him. I was merely playing along because he was also aware that without me, the company would completely vanish off the face of the earth, something he was reluctant to happen.

I zoomed on the video that was playing on the laptop I'd specially set up for that purpose, a smirk playing on my lip. I watched as my wife opened the drawers on my table and cursed when she didn't find what she was looking for. The smirk died on my lips when she was able to access the room I had thought inconspicuous, and I muted myself on the call before bursting into laughter.

Wow, she really was nothing like I'd imagined. I obviously hadn't imagined that she would take the first opportunity given to search my things. Well, that was a lie and was the reason I'd placed cameras everywhere in the room the day before we'd gotten married. I watched as she stared at her picture and that of the man she called friend, my mind spinning with questions. It was obvious she was looking for something or had something she wanted to do while with me, possibly to me. I could read her like an open book, and it only made sense since the threats had begun shortly before I'd proposed marriage to her. I narrowed my eyes as she stopped in front of Ethan's picture that I'd intentionally placed there and while I couldn't be really sure since the camera barely captured her face with the room being dark, it was obvious she recognized the picture.

I smiled as she stared directly at the camera that had been placed on the wardrobe in the room before that camera went dark as she opened the door and screamed. So she could dish it but couldn't take it. That had been a massive success.