Chapter 6 Accused

Rose could not believe her ears.

"What do you mean, the murder of Jean Dom?" Rose rasped

The police officer laughed. "You know what I mean? You have a right to remain silent; anything you say can be used against you. If I were you, I'd get a very good lawyer!" The police officer blurted.

As though finding her husband in bed with her sister and losing her unborn child in the process was not enough, now her father is dead and she is being accused of killing her father.

Smack!

Rose was yanked back to reality with a slap from Louisa, who then grabbed her dress. "How dare you!" she yelled.

"How dare you kill your father? How dare you kill my husband? After everything he did for you, after all the sacrifices he made for you, how could you kill him!"Louisa yelled, jerking Rose.

The police officers grabbed her and pulled her away from Rose.

"I didn't do it." Rose cried

"Why would I kill my father? I didn't do it!" Rose cried with her hands clasped together, hoping it was all a misunderstanding and someone would believe her.

"Shut up your filthy, rotten mouth! You killed him! I will make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your life! You do not deserve to walk on the earth's surface! You do not deserve to live!" Louisa yelled while struggling to break free from the cops.

Rose cried; she was still wrapping her head around everything. She was emotionally and physically tired.

Rose was taken to the station, a set of clothes was given to her, and the one that was covered in her unborn child's blood was taken to the forensics department for a scan.

One of the detectives in charge of the case visited Rose's interrogation room. Reality had finally hit her, but she was still certain that the police would not find anything against her and that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Mrs. Rose," the detective called her.

Rose lifted her head off the table and turned to it, too weak to cry or speak, as that was all she had been doing for the last forty-eight hours.

"I'll ask you one question, and I need you to tell me the truth; that is the only way I can help you." The detective blurted out.

Rose smirked "You are a detective; helping me is not your goal; finding the murderer is, and you are trying to make me a murderer! I didn't kill my father; instead of wasting time on me, why not get to work and find the real culprit behind my father's murder?" She sneered

The detective exhaled. "So then why did you visit him late that night? You were the last person he saw, and you sneaked into the mansion. Your fingerprints were found on a bottle of wine and a glass. All evidence points to you as the killer; you also had a falling out with him a year ago when he disowned you; you have a motive." The police paused.

The reason you are still here and not preparing for trial is that we are trying to link your father's death to your return home and departure. Tell me the truth; if I can't help you, I'll get you a lawyer that will help you, a very good one," he added.

Rose gulped down. "My father and I had a falling out because he never wanted me to marry the man I chose, and he was right, the man I chose was a bastard; he cheated on me with my step sister." She paused, holding back the pain.

"Yes, he disowned me, but I never held it against him, or maybe I did; he was my father, and all I wanted was to experience love, but he didn't want that for me, so I left the house. I visited him all of a sudden that night because I wanted to tell him the news about my pregnancy; he was still my father, and I didn't want to deprive him of the right to know my child, his grandson. The wine bottle was for celebration, and I drank a little because I didn't want to risk complications. He begged me to come back to the city with Patrick; he was willing to give Patrick a job just so he could be with me, so tell me why. Why would I kill him if he was finally going to restore everything I lost?" Rose blurted

The detective was a profiler, one who could tell if truly someone was a murderer, and he could see that Rose was not a killer, but all evidence pointed to her, which made it suspicious.

"Rose, is there anyone who you think might want to kill your father who probably hates you? Because someone is trying to pin the blame on you and you need to tell me everything you know, that is the only way I can help you." He blurted

Rose felt like she could trust him. "He mentioned that he wanted to fire my stepmother and get a divorce. I never got to ask why because Louisa was abusive to me and I wanted her gone," Rose admitted.

"If I can think of anyone responsible, I will pick Louisa, and I am afraid my father knows something because he seemed bothered and terrified that night. Please find out what truly happened to my father and what he knew, please," she pleaded.

The detective took it upon himself to try and find out what truly happened on that night Rose visited her father and her father's sudden death.

Rose paced around the interrogation room, waiting for the detective to come up with a plan or new evidence to shift the attention away from Rose.

The door creaked open, and another man walked in. "Who are you?" Rose rasped

The man smirked, "The new detective in charge of your case, the one who will make sure a criminal like you does not walk free, the one who makes sure you end up in jail!" The man blurted

Rose's eyes widened, seeing the excitement on the detective's face. She knew she was done for; whoever had killed her father was making sure she didn't get out.

"Where is Mateo?" she asked. That was the name of the detective who had been in charge of the case from the onset, the profiler who believed she was innocent.

"Oh, busybody Detective, don't worry, you won't see him ever again!" The detective grunted and left the room.

The day of the trial arrived, and Rose was placed before a prosecutor, who slandered her before the courtroom.

"This is the people against Rose, who brutally murdered her father and left his cold body in the villa just because he disowned her after she chose to marry a man she claimed she loved, but she was delusional as the man never professed love to her. I request that Rose be sentenced to life imprisonment for the cold murder of her father, Jean Dom, "The prosecutor blurted coldly, obviously bribed by whoever the killer was.

"That's not true! I never killed him; I didn't kill him, and I was married to Patrick!" She yelled. She looked for Patrick in the crowd, who sat next to Sandy, locking arms with her. Sandy placed her hands over her belly and mouth, "I am pregnant." She then smirked.

"This is the verdict!" The judge read it. "Rose Hemsworth would be sentenced to life imprisonment for the cold murder of her father!"

What! Rose Exclaimed.