Miranda's Confession — The Full Story
Miranda's hands trembled around the paper cup as she found her place in Luna's office again. The fluorescent light hummed softly while outside the city went on with indifferent noise. She looked at Luna with urgent, frightened eyes.
"Ms. Watson—Ms. Luna, please. Will you help me? Will you get me justice? Please?" she whispered.
Luna closed her laptop and leaned forward. "I will help you," she said quietly. "Tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Don't skip anything — not even the parts that scare you. If you've done something wrong, tell me. If someone hurt you, I'll make them pay."
Miranda drew in a shaky breath and began.
"I'm from France," she said. "My parents sent me to New York to study fashion design. I wanted to learn how science and fashion could work together, so I stayed late in the library one night to finish a project. I missed the last shuttle." Her fingers found each other and twisted. "There was one other person on the bus — an old woman. She seemed frightened, hesitant. I sat with her to keep her company. She told me her name was Miss London. She said she owned many properties and had two children: Kezia…and Ron."
Miranda's voice hitched. "Miss London told me how Kezia had been adopted — her birth mother had been a dancer at a club. Kezia's father had died young. For a long while Miss London cared for both children, but Ron grew jealous and resentful. He learned how to blame everything on Kezia. Over time Miss London began to listen to Ron's lies. She tried to make amends later — she wanted to give Kezia flats so Kezia's daughter Freya would have a future — but Ron wanted it all. He became dangerous."
Luna listened, every line of her face sharpening. "And the night on the bus?" she asked.
Miranda swallowed. "When the bikers got on, Miss London told me to hide in the very back. I did. They attacked the driver, dragged Miss London off the bus, and took her away. I woke up the next morning in shock. I told people, but nobody believed me. Then the threats started — men watching me, messages, and one professor staring at me in class." Her voice tightened. "I felt watched all the time."
"Did you tell Detective Marco?" Luna asked.
Miranda shook her head. "Not everything. I told him some things, but I was… ashamed. Afraid of looking crazy. Then Hia—my friend—was kidnapped. Hia and I lived together; she'd been fighting Ron in court too. I thought Ron would come for me because I was a witness. One night I heard screaming from her room. She was gone. There were scratches on the sheets, a broken nail left behind. I searched Ron's properties, and in his largest estate I found CCTV footage that showed four men taking Hia into the building."
Miranda's face went pale. "When I asked the camera owner for copies, he said he would give a copy but would transfer the originals the next day. He vowed it was just administrative. The next day his funeral was on the news — he'd died suddenly. People said suicide in the bathtub. I don't believe that. Footage was missing, blurred, deleted. Someone was cleaning up evidence."
Luna's fist clenched beneath the desk. She didn't ask how — she didn't need the detail. She only needed the truth.
Miranda's voice grew quieter, the confession lodged in her throat. "Then… the science professor started to watch me at the library. He stared and followed me. One night he tried to touch me. I slapped him and ran. He later kidnapped me, took me to Ron's building, and assaulted me. I fought back — I grabbed a heavy iron bar that was there. I hit him to protect myself. He collapsed. I panicked. I left. I — I didn't call anyone. I was terrified. I kept the bar hidden. I later disposed of what I could and went into therapy because I couldn't sleep. I haven't told Marco the whole truth because I was so ashamed. And because I was terrified Ron would find out and come for me."
Miranda looked as if she might dissolve into tears. "I came to you because I heard your name on TV — how you stood up to Ron. Marco mentioned you a lot. I thought… maybe you could protect me. Maybe you could get Hia and Miss London justice."
Luna sat very still, the case spinning into a far darker shape than property fights and inheritance claims. The missing woman, the CCTV gaps, the dying camera owner, the kidnapped friend, the professor who had preyed on a student — all threads of the same rope.
"Thank you for telling me," Luna said at last, voice low but controlled. "You did the right thing coming here. We'll take your statement. We'll compare your timeline to the CCTV logs and to Marco's files. We'll put your professor and everyone connected to Ron on a list of persons of interest. But you must understand—this is dangerous. Whoever erased footage and killed the camera owner is cleaning up the trail. They will not stop."
Miranda's eyes shone with a mixture of fear and resolve. "I don't care. For Hia. For Freya. For Miss London. I want justice."
Luna opened a fresh folder and began to type faster than Miranda's heartbeat. "Start from the exact times. Every look, every word. Every face you recognized. We'll build this so it can't be erased."
Outside, the city's noise thudded on the windows like a heartbeat. Inside, a plan began to form: subpoenas for footage, witness lists, urgent calls to Marco. The case had just widened from property law into something uglier and more urgent — and Luna had no intention of letting it go.
Luna finally reached her hotel that night, drained from the day's chaos. Just as she was about to set her bag down, her phone buzzed.
It was Nick.
"Lunaaa, what are you hiding from me?" his voice came through, half–teasing, half–serious.
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Nick, not now."
"Oh, come on! You look tense even through your voice. You were always like a mini-Hitler, bossing everyone around, but now you sound like a nervous schoolgirl. Did someone finally out-Hitler you?" he joked.
Luna smirked despite herself. "Shut up. It's not that simple."
"Then tell me," Nick pressed gently. "Don't push me out this time."
For the first time in years, Luna lowered her guard. Her voice cracked. "Nick… the past is back. And Alex… he's tied to it more than I thought. I can't… I can't keep carrying this truth alone anymore."
There was silence on the line. Nick's playful tone vanished. "Luna, don't let him hurt you again. You remember what happened last time. Don't give him another chance to break you."
Just then—knock knock.
Luna froze. "Who's there?" she asked sharply, still on the call.
The voice outside replied, calm and deep. "It's me."
She hesitated, then opened the door—revealing Alex. At the same time, Nick's voice came through her phone: "Luna, who is it?"
And then—two worlds collided. Nick saw Alex on the video call, Alex saw Nick's face glowing on her phone screen. Their eyes locked instantly, both men sizing each other up like rival predators.
Nick's brows furrowed. "Oh, it's him."
Alex smirked, deliberately leaning on the doorframe. "Well, well, well. The 'best friend.' Hi there."
Luna's heart raced. She knew exactly where this was going. "Nick, I'll… I'll call you later." She hung up quickly, ignoring Nick's worried "Luna, wait!" before the line went dead.
Luna clicked off the call with Nick and set the phone on the table. The city lights outside the hotel winked like indifferent stars. Alex watched her for a heartbeat, then asked softly, "What's wrong, Luna? You sounded different just now. You can't hide things from me."
Something in her snapped. She stood up, face flushed with a fury that had nothing to do with drink or sleep. "What's wrong with you, Alex?" she snapped. "Why are you always following me? Why won't you leave me alone? You cheated on me — you did it in front of my eyes! So what do you want now? Do you want to break me again? Do you want me ruined and crying while you walk away? Why are you here if not to hurt me more?"
Her harsh words cut Alex deeply. He stood in silence, his face full of pain. Then, without a word, he gently took Luna by the hand and led her out onto the balcony.
"Why are you doing this?" Luna asked angrily, but Alex placed a hand near her lips, silencing her gently. "Fine," he said in a trembling voice, "you want the truth? Then listen."
He looked into her eyes, his own filling with tears. "Years ago, when we were happy together, everything changed. Nick had his accident, and you were devastated—broken, even. At that time… I was diagnosed with a brain tumor."
Luna froze, her eyes wide in shock.
"Yes," Alex continued, his voice breaking. "A brain tumor. My brain was being destroyed, little by little. Elsa was the specialist who treated me. But when she studied my case, she said nothing could save me. Not chemotherapy, not therapy of any kind. It was a death sentence. I had lost every hope."
His eyes flickered with pain. "I wanted to tell you, but then I saw you with Nick—how broken you were, how you cried for him. I thought, what would you do if you found out about me? I didn't want you to spend your nights crying for me too. I thought… if I had to die, at least let you live without that burden. That's why I didn't tell you."
Luna's heart pounded, but she couldn't speak—her throat felt tight, her hands trembling.
"So I came up with a plan," Alex whispered. "I wanted you to move on without me. I wanted you to hate me so you could let me go. That's why I created the fake affair with Elsa. Her husband, Jake, agreed to help me. He understood I was doing it only because I loved you too much. I thought… if you hated me, at least you'd be able to survive after I was gone."
His voice cracked as he continued. "The day you returned to Spain was the day of my surgery. Somehow… it was successful. I survived. The tumor still exists, but it's under control with medicine. I'm alive, Luna… but when I tried to reach out to you, you had destroyed your phone, your accounts—everything. I couldn't find you."
He swallowed hard. "Later, I came to Spain. I saw you laughing with Nick. You looked so happy. I thought you had moved on. So I stayed away. I didn't want to ruin the life you had rebuilt. Instead, I opened this law firm… in your memory. Every brick, every paper, every case—it was all for you."
His voice finally broke, and a tear slid down his cheek. Luna's eyes filled, and a single tear fell from her too.
For a moment, they simply stood there—two broken souls, crying together in silence.
It's always said that men don't cry," Alex whispered, his voice trembling, "but here I am, crying in front of you—for you. I really love you, Luna. I do. Please… trust me."
His broken voice echoed softly, and at that moment the only sounds were Alex's tears falling and Luna's heartbeat racing—duk-duk, duk-duk, duk-duk. Both souls longed to break the silence and live together again.
Luna slowly looked at Alex, removed the tape, and without a word, hugged him tightly. Alex wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a strong, sweet embrace. When the hug finally ended, they stepped back, their eyes still locked.
"I know it won't be easy, Luna," Alex said gently. "I'm not asking you to be with me again, not as a lover. I don't want to force you into a relationship or put pressure on you. I just ask… don't avoid me like this. Let's at least be good friends—without walls between us. Please trust me, Luna."
Tears welled in Luna's eyes. "I trust you, Alex. I… I love you too. But something inside me broke when you faked that affair. Even though I know the truth now, it still hurts. I should have listened to you before, and I'm sorry. Truly. From now on, I promise I'll always listen to you. But… I need time. Time to think, time to understand."
Alex nodded, fully understanding her pain. "Fine, Luna. I'll wait. Always. But now, I must go—I have some work."
As he turned to leave, Luna suddenly hugged him from behind, whispering, "Bye, Alex. I love you so much."
Alex closed his eyes, smiled faintly, and left.
That night, Luna lay awake, thinking of everything—his confession, his tears, her own regrets. She tried to fix her mood by focusing on the case. But the clues, twisted by Miranda's lies, felt more and more like an unsolvable puzzle.
The next morning, Luna woke up with fresh determination. "Good morning, me," she whispered to herself with a small smile. She felt lighter. Dressing in a sharp brown coat with matching pants, a crisp white shirt, black boots, and her hair tied neatly in her signature bun, she looked every bit the powerful lawyer she was. Spraying her favorite branded perfume, she stepped out, ready for the day.
Alex too felt peace that morning. He had finally confessed everything to Luna—no more regrets, no more secrets. Deep down, he believed that one day, if his love was true, Luna would forgive him completely.
Later, fate pushed them together again—literally. They both entered a crowded lift, and in the press of people, they were pushed close, so close it almost felt like a kiss. For a heartbeat, their eyes locked in a stolen romantic moment—until an elderly woman huffed, "Oh, you two look so good together! But this is not the place for romance. Let us in."
Both Luna and Alex instantly pulled apart, blushing hard, stealing shy glances as the lift moved upward.
Two hours later, Luna was in her office when her phone rang. It was Miranda.
"Luna, what about the case? Did you find anything?" Miranda asked, her voice sharp.
"I've already informed Marco about your situation and explained all the legal details," Luna replied calmly. "He's a detective, and if I uncover anything, I'll visit him and we'll analyze the evidence. I'll call you soon, Miranda—I have work to do."
Just then, Alex entered her office with a playful grin. "So, Miss Lawyer," he teased, "how does it feel hugging me yesterday? Strong hug, wasn't it?"
Luna rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Alex…"
And for the first time in years, the air between them felt lighter.