A/N: Hey guys! Get ready for this chapter. This is the climax of this book. This is the moment where we finally understand everything. Brace yourselves, this is a real rollercoaster of emotions! I hope you'll like it. It took a while for me to come up with this chapter, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)

Michael's point of view

I looked at my employee's face, and the expression she had let me know it was really important. Immeditely, I thought about something that happened to June at Caleb's. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but think something bad happened to her.

"Would you excuse me a minute?" I asked my sound engineer.

"Sure, take that call," he gently answered with a nod.

I smiled a bit and jogged out of the studio. I quickly climbed the stairs and went into the living room where was the phone. I thanked Tiana, and finally I took the receiver with a shaky hand.

"Hello?" I asked a little out of breath.

"Mr. Jackson. This is Dwayne Harrison," the private investigator announced, and I sighed in relief, happy nothing happened to June or whoever else. "Am I bothering you?"

"Oh, hello detective. It's okay. You said it was important, right?"

"Yes, very much so," he said in a deep tone. "I need to see you as soon as possible. I found out a couple of things that you may want to know."

"What kind of things?" I asked, growing worried. "Is this man really stalking my fiancée?"

"I would like to see you to talk about this, sir. I have photographs here with me that I need to show you. Can we meet?"

I frowned, and sat on the arm of the couch, "Well, June isn't here at the moment. She's out. Plus, she has a meeting later on tonight."

"She's out? Is someone out with her?" he asked, quite panicked which made me nervous.

"Uh, yes, of course. She has a bodyguard with her-- wait, is she in danger out there?"

"Jack Milo seems not to be the only one to be after your fiancée, Michael."

"What?" I asked, my voice low and filled with worry and fear. "What do you mean?"

"I'm on my way. We need to talk about all of this, and you need to tell June to come home. She's not safe out there, I can feel it."

"But how? Why? Tell me!" I yelled, panicked at that point.

"You need to trust me. Get your woman home, I'll be there in an hour," he announced before he hung up on me.

I looked at the receiver dumbfounded, and threw it on the couch before running out of the living room. I called Bill's name several time, wipping my sweaty forehead multiple times and feeling a cold sweat running down my back.

"Bill!" I yelled another time at the top of my lungs, and I finally caught sight of him running to me.

"What's the matter, Mike?" he asked, putting both his hands on each side of my shoulders. "You look pale, what happened?"

"Did June and Pit tell you where they were going?"

"Yeah, they gave me the address, as always. Why?" he asked, frowning.

"I uh, June, you need to get her," I explained, having issues to breathe properly. "Y-You need to go get her and fast," I explained to him, blinking a few times to have a distinct vision of him.

"Michael? You need to sit down, you really look awful," he instructed, taking my elbow.

"No, you don't get it! She's not safe out there, you need to go to Caleb's," I said in a barely audible voice.

"Uh, yeah, okay. But first you sit there, and you eat something. You look like you're about to faint."

"Bill, please, go!" I shouted, sitting on a barstool around the kitchen island.

My head of security gave me a look of confusion, and on his way back tot he front door, he asked Tiana to keep an eye on me, and make sure I ate something. Thing is, I didn't need to eat, I didn't need to drink something or to rest: I needed to know my fiancée was okay so that I could cool off.

"Mr. Jackson, do you want me to call your doctor? You really look in bad shape," Tiana told me with an obvious concern in her voice.

"I'm good, Tiana. I am just really concerned. Would you call me when Mr. Harrison arrives? I need to go back in the studio," I said, standing up from my barstool.

"I don't think it's a good idea, sir," my employee declared, taking a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge. "At least, drink this and then you can go back to the studio."

I sighed heavily, and took the bottle from her with a shaky hand. I drank my gatorade down in one, causing my maid to give me a incredulous look, and I went back to the studio, with heavy thoughts on my mind, where my sound engineer was patiently waiting on me.

"Ah, there you are! Is everything okay?" Bruce asked, examining my demeanor. "Apparently not. What is it, Mike?"

"We need to cut this short. I have some issues I need to fix, and it's pretty important," I declared, feeling my head slightly spinning. "Do you mind coming back later this week?"

"Of course not, Mike. Do you want to talk about it? You seem off. Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," I reassured, nodding slightly. "I'll walk you to the door," I offered, opening the studio's door.

***
June's point of view

The barrel of Stephanie's gun that was pointed to my head was the only thing I could focus on. I could feel Pit tensing up behind me, for his grip on my wrist got tighter.

"Now you shut the fuck up, huh?" Stephanie laughed, holding her gun in my face with a shaky hand. "You have no idea how much I wanna pull the trigger right here, and right now."

"Steph, let her go," Caleb said in a calm voice, which surprised me considering the situation. "You're not a murderer. You can't kill her."

"Then maybe I should kill him," she answered, pointing her gun at Pit who was behind me. "I should defenitely kill him rather than her. You love that guy, huh?" she asked me, and not a word would come out of my mouth. "Answer the fucking question!" she shouted, giving me a death glare.

"Don't you fucking hurt him," I declared through gritted teeth. "You wanna kill me? Then do it. Go ahead. Have some courage and do it."

"June!" Pit shouted in disagreement, and I turned around to look at him. "Are you fucking insane?"

"She won't do it," I whispered to reassure my friend, and took his hand in mine. "Trust me."

"How cute! How many guys do you hook up with, you hoe? You think it's cool to have tons of men crawling under your feet?"

"It's kinda pleasing, yeah," I sacrastically answered. "But look at you, you won't ever know that feeling."

"June, damnit," Pit cursed from behind me as I let go of his hand.

My stare crossed Caleb's disapproving one, which got me scared.

"You shouldn't have said that," Stephanie said through gritted teeth.

"Steph, you need help," I changed my strategy and soothed in a calm voice, my hands up in surrender. "I can help you. Let me help you, please."

"You caused all of this, all of my misery and now you wanna help me? I'm perfectly fine and- I-I don't need you. You think you can save the world, but you destroyed mine. You're the fucking reason why Caleb can't love me the way I love him," she explained, and started to cry uncontrollably.

She collapsed on the floor, and I felt a wave of relief when the gun wasn't pointed towards us anymore. I tried to approach her slowly, and heard her mumbling words to herself that I couldn't quite hear. She looked like she was crazy, like something was inside of her, possessing her.

"T-This is- shut the fuck up!" she yelled out of nowhere, covering her ears with her gun in her right hand. "Stop!" she shouted, and fired a shot on my left which caused my blood to run cold, knowing Pit was not far from this spot.

I turned around in a swift motion, and noticed Pit was laying on his belly on the floor. I ran to his side to make sure he wasn't hurt, my legs and whole body shaking with fear. When I kneeled beside him, I remarked a little pool of blood on his side, and panick invaded my entire being.

I looked at Stephanie who was back on her feet, and she was shaking from head to toes. Her bottom lip was shivering like crazy, and she rubbed her forehead with the hand where the gun was. It's like she couldn't understand what just happened, while she was the one who pulled the trigger and who shot my friend.

"No! Pit, Pit!" I panicked, shaking him repeatedly. "Pit tell me you're okay," I asked with tears pooling my eyes. "Pit!" I screamed in agony, trying to turn his body over so that I could see his wound. "Caleb, please help me," I cried, looking up at him.

"We need to go," Stephanie said in a low voice, looking down at Pit's unconscious body and me. She shook her head and then looked behind her at Caleb's shocked and scared face. "Caleb, let's go!" Stephanie yelled, taking Caleb's wrist in her hand.

Stephanie ran otuside the appartment, dragging Caleb along with her. His eyes never left my tearful and desesperate ones, but still, he left with the maniac who had just shot one of my best friend in the whole world, leaving me helpless with his unconscious body.

"Come on, buddy, come on," I cried, and used all my strength to turn over Pit's body.

Once I turned him over, I put his head on my knees, and immediately checked if he was breathing by putting my ear over his mouth. A little wave of relief invaded me when I noticed he was actually breathing, but it soon vanished away when I saw his white t-shirt drenched with blood on the left side of his torso where the heart is. I didn't think much about it and ripped his t-shirt to have a better and precise look at his wound.

"Please live, buddy, please live," I kept on telling him, applying pressure on his bloody wound that was placed on his shoulder.

I cried for help, but it's like no one could hear me. I couldn't leave Pit alone and go look for some help, so I looked around the appartement, and noticed a receiver on the wall. I delicately put Pit's head on the floor and ran to the phone. With shaky and bloody hands, I took the phone and immediately dialed Neverland's number. However, I soon realized the phone wasn't working. There was no ringtone, no nothing, just like when you forget to pay the phone bills.

"This has to be a fucking nightmare!" I yelled, and smashed the phone against the wall with such force that it broke into a million pieces.

I looked through the appartement to find something that could be a tourniquet in order to stop Pit from bleeding out, sweeping away everything on my path. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and I wouldn't stop crying. I was angry, and most of all, I was helpless. I didn't know how I would be able to get my friend out of here, out of this nightmare.

"Fuck!" I shouted, throwing a shelf on which were placed books and different things. I grimaced a bit at the tingling feeling in my left arm, but ignored it.

Helpless and totally desesperate, I collapsed on the floor next to Pit's unconsicous' body, and put his head back on my legs. I tired to wipe away the tears from my face, but as soon as I wiped them away, some fresh ones were already replacing them.

"Please live, Pit. You fucking need to live!" I yelled, shaking him again. "You can't leave me, not now, not ever!" I cried, hugging him tightly while rocking him like a baby. "It's not your time, you can't die. Not because of me, and not now. Wake the hell up, please!"

"J-June," I heard him call in a barely audible whisper. "June, it hurts."

"Oh my God, Pit!" I shouted, looking at his colorless face. "Hang on buddy, okay? Someone's gonna hear us, someone's gonna help us, okay?" I asked, and cried for help again, and again, and again. "I'm so sorry, buddy. Please somebody help!"

"S-Stop," he asked. "I-I can't feel my arm anymore," he said, and hardly gulped. "Please, t-talk to me. I don't want your yells to be the last thing..," he stopped because he coughed and grimaced afterwards, "the last thing I'll hear."

"Don't you dare say goodbye to me!" I yelled again, applying a bigger pressure on his shoulder. "You're not gonna die, you hear me?" I hysterically cried. "You're gonna live, and you're gonna marry Callie and have children with her! Help!"

He laughed a little, and his eyes turned to mine, a tear escaping his left one, "I-I love you, princess," he whispered, and I shook him. "Please, p-please be happy."

"Pit! Stay awake, please! You can't do that to me," I cried my eyes out, and looked at the pool of blood I was in before standing up. "Tell me, tell me again how you scared the hell out of me for Halloween two years ago. You know that story I don't like you telling people because you make fun of me? Tell it to me again. D-Don't fall asleep."

I looked outside the appartement, and at the same moment I wanted to go outside and call for help, I fell face to face with Bill who shoot me a look of horror when his eyes landed on me.

"Oh dear God, June, what the hell happened to you?" he asked, taking my head inbetween his hands. "Is that all blood?" he asked in a panick.

"B-Bill," I cried, breathing heavily. "Pit got shot, you need to get him to the hospital, please," I cried, taking his hand in mine and dragging him in the appartement. "Help me to get him on his feet and in the car. Y-You need to get him to the hospital, right now. The hospital," I repeated, completely lost and shaken up.

Bill stayed shocked for a couple of seconds in front of Pit's bloody body, and finally he helped me to support him to get him out of this place.

"W-What the hell happened here?" Bill asked, while we were both struggling to get Pit to walk down the stairs "who did this? Are you hurt?"

"We need to go to the hospital," I kept on saying, supporting my friend the best I could.

"Put him on the back seat!" Bill instructed, while I opened the door of his car. We carefully lied Pit down on the back seat, and closed the door. "June, you're bleeding."

"No, I'm fine! Let's go!"

"Look here!" Bill shouted a bit, pointing at my bleeding shoulder. "The bullet must have scratched you before hitting Pit, you're injured!"

"I am fine, let's go now, Pit won't hang on forever!"

"Y-You're not coming with us. You need to go back to Neverland, you can't come with us!" Bill said, panicked.

"What? No, I'm coming with you!"

"Michael is worried sick about you, that's why I came here! He knew you were in danger, so

come home, now!" he commanded, shouting.

"I-I need the keys! I don't have the keys, and you need to go to the hospital!"

I couldn't focus on anything else but get Pit to the hospital. He was dying, and before Bill arrived, he was telling me his goodbye. He felt it, he felt it was the end. Just the thought that I was losing him killed me a little bit more inside. Death seemed to be the thing I had known for all my life, and I knew I wouldn't be able to lose another person I cared about.

Bill took the keys from Pit's jeans pocket, and threw them at me, "Call the cops as soon as you get to Neverland, and drive safely. You can't be arrested while you don't have your driver's license anymore."

I nodded frantically, and Bill didn't waste a minute to leave. As soon as the car was out of my view, I ran to my black Mercedes and hopped in. I took a couple of minute to cool off, but of course, I couldn't. My whole body was shaking. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my face and hair were covered with Pit's blood which didn't help me to calm down. I tried to breathe slowly in and out just like Jer taught me when I was panicking, and it seemed to work a bit.

I finally started the ingnition, and started to drove off the parking lot with tears blurring my vision a bit. On my way out of the parking lot, I noticed a police car a few feet away from where I was, and I could have sworn it was Milo who was driving it. I looked at the license tag, and got the confirmation it was his car. I knew it because I memorized the numbers to give them to Harrison just as he asked me to.

Tons of question ran through my mind at that moment. I knew he was stalking me, there was no denying it, but then why didn't he arrest me for driving without my driver's license? Why didn't he come to me when he saw me covered in blood?

Michael's point of view

I was in the living room, tapping my foot nervously on the wooden floor when finally, someone rang the bell of the main house. With a still spinning head, I jogged towards the front door, and opened it. There stood Dwayne Harrison, with an manila envelope in his hands, and an alarming look on his face. We quickly exchanged an handshake, and I invited him to follow me in the living room where I closed the double doors behind the both of us.

"June isn't home? Did you tell her to come back?" he asked right away, which caused me to panick once again.

"I sent my head of security to get her. What is it so bad that you didn't want to talk about on the phone? How is my fiancée in danger?" I asked, sitting on the couch across from him.

"As instructed I followed that man, Jack Milo, and I did some research about him first. What would most people tell me is that he is a regular forty-two year old man, who's been working in the police for almost ten years. One of his co-workers told me that he was a stubborn man, but that he wouldn't do people bad if there wasn't a valuable reason. However, another co-worker of his told me the exact opposite, and this man was there the night June got arrested," he explained to me, and I listened carefully to each and every single word he was saying. "He explained how harsh he was towards June through his words, and he couldn't understand why he was so harsh. It wasn't like him to be mean for free."

"Then why was he? Is there even a reason why he dislikes June so much that he is stalking her every move?"

"I'm almost there," he declared, taking a deep breath. "While I was following on his day off last week, he went to see someone in Calabassas," he annouced, taking some pictures out of the enveloppe. "And I think you may recognize her."

I frowned, and took the pictures he was handing me in my hands. I examined them closely, and realized I actually knew this person.

"Paulina," I whispered, a hand covering my mouth. "Why was he at her place? I-I don't understand. And how does she know him?"

"To understand everything, I did some research about her as well, and noticed she was known as June's most famous rival, and that they were both in competition to win Emily Crawford's agency, Nous Model. Right?"

"Y-Yes, that's right, but that doesn't answer my question."

"Jack Milo is Paulina Porizkova's sister ex-husband, and they divorced last year because it was said he cheated on his wife with Paulina herself, a.k.a her sister. As you can see on the third picture where they're both holding hands, they're pretty close," he announced, and marked a short pause. "Now I have some questions to verify my theory. Did June ever encounter any problems with Ms. Porizkova?"

"Uh y--yeah, damn it, too much. This woman is crazy. She has to be the one behind all of this. She must have told ths poor man to do the nasty job for her, and ask him to find any ways to get to June and destroy her career by tarnishing her image so that she can have the agency!" I yelled, standing up from the couch. I started pacing, rubbing my temples in frustration. "She tried to kill her a few years ago by drugging her, then she drugged one of her newbie so that she can be viewed as a bad manager, and now she hires some policeman to get her to jail? Why is this witch still freely walking this planet, huh?"

"Sir, calm down," Dwayne asked me. "You need to stay calm because it's not over. I need to show you some other things, and I need you on this. I can't do this alone. Are you with me?"

"Yeah, go on," I motionned him to keep talking, still pacing the room nervously and angrily.

I was tired. Tired that everything was against June, tired that she couldn't be left alone by some jealous freaks that want to ruin her only because they're scared of her.

"That same day, Milo didn't come back at his place, but stayed over at Paulina's place. And I did the same. I stayed the entire night next to her home, and the next day, around six in the morning, someone paid them visit. A woman. Well, a young woman. I don't know her, and I've never seen her in my entire life. That's why I need you. I am pretty sure this person is a more important in this case than we think," he declared in a deep tone, handing me some other photographs. "Take your time, and try to tell me who that person is, so that I can understand better why this woman came to her place at such a early time, and left a couple of minutes later with an enveloppe full of cash."

I, once again, had a close look to the pictures Harrison handed me, but I couldn't recognize the person on them. Her hair was dull, and it was visibly not brushed. She was wearing some jeans and a large t shirt, and looked like she didn't shower in days, like she was living on the street or something. Her face was somehow familiar, but I couldn't put a name on it.

"I don't know her. Her face looks familiar, but I really can't name this person," I admitted, giving him his pictures back. "What makes you think that this person can be involved in this?"

"Because Porizkova and Milo grant too much importance to her to be just a regular girl. Why would she leave the house with an enveloppe full of cash? Why does Milo follow her everywhere she goes? He follows her to her appartment in Montecito, and sometimes he even stays all night long in front of it to make sure she doesn't leave. Why would he do that?"

"We need to figure this out," I stated, rubbing the space inbetween my eyes. "Is there something else?"

"Actually, yes, but it's already a lot to take, I don't want to add more fuel to the fire."

"I can take it, just tell-"

I couln't finish my sentence because I recognized June's voice calling my name in the hall of the house. Immediately, I ran out of the living room, leaving Harrison all by himself in there. When I came out, June was aiming in the kitchen, so her back was facing me.

"June, thank God you're here!" I sighed in relief, jogging towards her.

When she turned around to look at me, my heart almost stopped beating at the sight of her. She had bloody handprints on her face and dry blood colored some of her blonde hair, and her once beautiful white blouse was stained with blood, and the left sleeve was even torn a bit. She brought her shaky and bloody hands to her tear-stained cheeks while her eyes were full of tears, and covered her mouth in utter shock.

The tears kept on falling down her horrified and very pale face. I didn't understand, I didn't know what happened to her, and if this blood was even hers or not. The look she gave me translated fear, even terror, and helplessness. She was lost, her whole body shivering like the weather was freezing, but it wasn't.

"She killed him," she whispered in a barely audible voice. "S-She killed my friend."

My eyes widenned, and I couldn't cut my eyes off of June's bloodstained clothes. I was in a trance, and I wished all of this was nothing but the worst nightmare I'd ever experienced.

"He must be dead by now," she weeped, running her hands through her hair and then looked down at them.

"What? Killed? Who killed who? Where's Pit?" I asked, cupping her face in my hands so that she would focus on me and not on her red hands.

Her tearful eyes met my wet ones, and chills ran through my entire body just by the way she looked at me, "Dead."

"Pit is dead? Is this blood all-Wh-no. No, he can't be dead!" I denied, shaking my head from side to side. "Pit is not dead, he can't be dead!"

"She shot him. Sh-She fucking shot him!" June yelled, collapsing on the floor, crying in her hands. "I-I should have protected him! I shouldn't have told him to come-I-I should have protected him," she stuttered, panicking and screaming. She was clearly in a state of shock.

"Who shot him? Wha-What happened there?" I unbearably voiced, tears rolling down my cheeks. I sat next to June and took her in my arms, and held her tightly.

"Sh-she came out of nowhere, she-she pulled a gun and she, she shot him instead of me. It should have been me!" she cried, nuzzling her face in my chest. "B-Bill he came and -we-we put Pit in the car but he-he told me his goodbyes and I-" she didn't finish her sentence, and started crying again, causing me to do the exact same thing. "It should have been me!"

"She? Who did this?" I asked again, needing the information to protect her the best I could, even though the worst thing that could have happened, actually happened. "Was it Paulina? Did Paulina shoot P-"

"Oh my God," I heard Harrison say from behind the both of us. I totally forgot he was here."What happened here?"

"You," I harshly said, walking to Harrison. "You told me she was in danger, how did you know? There's something you're not telling us," I said through gritted teeth, pointing a threatning finger in his face. "Look at her! You were supposed to be the one avoiding this!"

"Mr. Jackson, you need to calm down," he asked, holding his hands up in surrender. "I told you June was in danger because she has three, perhaps four people who are after her for God knows what reason, that's why I told you she was in danger. I didn't do anything wrong, and I am not responsible of whatever happened to your fiancée."

"Your job was to protect her, and report what seemed weird to you to the police. Why didn't you do this, huh? Why did you let someone, a police officer, stalk her in the first place? Why didn't you ju-"

"S-Stephanie," June weakly said from behind me, which stopped my yelling.

"What?" I gently asked, wipping my tears away while kneeling beside a trembling June. "What's with Stephanie? D-Did she do this?"

June simply nodded, huddled up in the middle of the hall. She was looking into space, and I knew that she was replaying the events in her head at that precise moment. The horror, the feeling of helplessness all over again.

"Wait, who is Stephanie?" Harrison asked from behind, and I slowly stood up from the floor. "Could she be the person on the photogrpahs?"

"I know Stephanie, and this person didn't look like her," I muttered.

"You don't know her," June disputed, looking up at me. "I... I barely recognize the girl I met a few months ago with Paulina. Sh-She is a drugged, crazy woman. She is crazy, I saw it in her eyes. She wasn't herself."

"Sweetheart, I need you to do something for me, okay?"

"I-I can't, I need to go to the hospital to see Pit," she said, changing of topic. She stood up from the floor, grimacing in pain, and started walking towards the front door.

"We'll go there, you just need to tell me if Stephanie is the person on the photographs Mr. Harrison took, okay?" I gently asked, holding my hand out so that she would take it.

She extended her left arm, but winced, pulling a face that translated her pain.

"Hey, what is it? Are you hurt?" I asked right away, worried. "Did she hurt you?"

"My-my arm," she stammered, taking the white blouse off of her arm. "The b-bullet, it scratched me."

I took a close look at the injury, and indeed, it wasn't beautiful to see. She had a deep, but not large gash on her left arm. It was bleeding, but with the adrenaline and the shock, she didn't even realize she was injured pretty badly.

"Keep an eye on her," I commanded to Harrison. "I need to bandage her arm so that it can stop bleeding!" I yelled from the nearest bathroom.

I rummaged through the shelves quickly, dropping all the items I didn't need on the floor until I found some compresses and a band that could do the job. I jogged back to June who was paler and paler as time flew by.

"We need to take care of this," I annouced, undoing my belt to use it as a tourniquet until we arrive to the hospital. I tightly secured the belt around June's upper arm, gaining some winces from her. "I'm so sorry," I apologized, bandaging her injured arm tightly.

"I'm cold," she weakly said, and I immediately took my cardigan off to put it on June's shoulders once I was finished. "Please be fast, I need to go see Pit."

Harrison visibly got the hint, because as soon as June said this, he ran back to the living room and came back quickly to the hall with the manila enveloppe he brought along with him.

"Ms. Wellington, I need you to look closely at those pictures and tell me who you see on them, okay?" he asked, handing the pictures to June who examined them. "It won't be long. I just need you to identify one person."

June looked down at the different pictures, and her eyebrows knitted together as a frown appeared on her tired face.

"Paulina with... Milo? Why-How? Do you think she... " she stammered, her eyes full of helplessness when she looked at the detective.

"Look at the different pictures," the detective adivsed, and June looked at the other ones. "Can you identify this per-"

"Wait, S-Stephanie. Why is Stephanie with Paulina and Milo?"

"Is this Stephanie?" I asked, completely confused. I would have never recognized her. Her figure, her face, her hair... Everything changed in a matter of a few weeks.

June looked at the other pictures, and one visibly caught her attention more than the others. She took a better look at it, and let the piece of paper fall on the ground, "I'm gonna be sick," she annouced, before walking away.

"June!" I called, but picked up the photograph from the ground before following her.

I looked at it, and a feeling of anger invaded me when I noticed it was a picture of Stephanie going to the jail where Frank was locked in. I looked at Harrison for any kind of explanations, and the look on his face told me how sorry he was.

"Tell me she didn't go there to see DiLeo," I practically begged, but he stayed mute. "Please, tell me this man will soon become my past for once and for good. Tell me he will soon stop messing with my life. Tell me all of this is just a mascarade and that my fiancée and I will one day be able to have a peaceful life without parasite like Frank DiLeo to mess with us. Please, tell me this," I asked, tears gathering in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Michael," he sighed. "I can't tell you these things," he said with obvious sadness. "I wish you didn't have to go through this. Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"I want you to call the police and tell them to look for Stephanie Grimm. Show them these pictures, tell them what she did," I announced, determined to put an end to everything. "This woman needs to go to jail."

We knew who was after my fiancée, and now we knew who the enemy was, we needed to make sure to lock Stephanie up in the interest of public safety.

"Will do. In the meantime, I'll try to find out the reason why this girl did what she did, and what are Paulina and Milo's role in all of this."

I simply nodded, and walked to the bathroom where June was, "Call me if you have any information," I called after the investigator, before coming in the bathroom where I found June vomitting in the toilets.

I walked up to her, and held her hair back, rubbing her back gently with my other hand. It was unbearable for me to see her like this. She was devastated and broken, and I couldn't help her. I was as helpless as she was.

"We're gonna get through all of this. I promise you," I whispered, looking down at June.

"I'm so tired, Michael," June sobbed, straightening up to look into my eyes. "I'm so tired that people are always after me, or after us."

"Me too," I admitted, getting emotionnal again. "We're going to be happy once for all. I promise. Do you hear me?" I asked, titling her chin up. "I promise you this," I repeated, and she weakly nodded. I laid a kiss on her forehead, while a tear escaped my left eye, and I told her that I'd give her the world if I could, because I loved her, no matter what.

The sight of her was gut-wrenching for me to witness. She was becoming paler and was shaking more and more as minutes passed by.

I took a washcloth out of the cabinet, wetted it a little and put some soap on it before wahsing her face and removed the blood stains from it. I tried to be as fast as possible because I knew it was time to get her to the hospital. I didn't like the state she was in, I didn't like the amount of blood she was losing, but I needed to take some time to wash her face, hands, and change her clothes. The situation was messy enough for the press to get tangled in it.

"We need to go, Michael," she lowly said to me while I was carrying her in our bedroom. "I need to see P-Pit," she weakly said.

"We'll leave soon. Help me take off your clothes," I instructed her as we arrived in the bedroom.

I stipped her from her clothes with her help and put some fresh and clean ones on her freezing body. As chills were forming on her whole body, I put a hoodie over her head, making sure she didn't put her left arm in the sleeve, with some basic jeans. I rummaged through the closet for one of my caps, and when I found my baseball one, I put it over her head to hide the dry blood that was in her hair and put her sunglasses on her nose to hide the redness of her eyes.

I carried her down the stairs and into the car, and finally, we drove off to UCLA Hospital where Bill took Pit.

And I hoped and prayed, for June's sake, that Pit was still alive.