Chapter 60

The city had a ghost.

No one had ever seen her clearly—just a blur on CCTV, a shadow slipping between buildings, a smirk caught in reflections. They called her Priya—the thief who could steal anything and vanish before the sirens even started.

Jewelry, confidential files, priceless artifacts—gone.

And every single time?

She escaped.

Clean. Untouched. Untouchable.

—

“HOW DOES SHE KEEP DOING THIS?!”

Inside the central precinct, officers scrambled while papers flew and voices overlapped. At the center of the storm stood Chief Jennie Kim—sharp suit, sharper gaze, and a reputation that made even seasoned officers straighten their backs.

She pinched the bridge of her nose dramatically.

“Let’s review,” Jennie said, pacing slowly. “We had three teams. Surveillance. Blockades. A helicopter.”

“Yes, Chief.”

“And yet she still escaped.”

Silence.

Jennie turned, eyes narrowing. “Interesting.”

No one dared to point out that she didn’t look very surprised.

—

Across the city, in a ridiculously expensive penthouse that definitely wasn’t purchased legally—

A woman lounged on the couch, boots kicked up on the glass table, flipping a diamond necklace between her fingers.

“Too easy,” Lisa Manoban muttered, grinning.

Or rather—

Priya.

The infamous thief herself.

She stretched lazily, completely unbothered by the fact that half the police force was probably still losing their minds over her latest heist.

Her phone buzzed.

Lisa’s grin widened before she even checked it.

Wifey 💋

Lisa answered instantly. “Hi, baby.”

“Did you have fun?” Jennie’s voice came through, calm—too calm for someone who just “failed” to catch a criminal.

Lisa snorted. “You literally told me which exit to use.”

“I said hypothetically that the west exit might be unguarded.”

“Mhm. And hypothetically the patrol rotation changed exactly when I got there.”

Jennie hummed. “Coincidence.”

Lisa laughed, throwing her head back. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re welcome.”

—

It had started two years ago.

Before the titles. Before the headlines.

Just Jennie and Lisa.

One a rising police officer.

The other… already a problem.

They met in the most cliché way possible—Lisa breaking into a gala, Jennie trying to arrest her, and somehow ending the night sharing drinks on a rooftop instead.

Lisa still insisted she let Jennie catch her.

Jennie insisted she chose to let her go.

Neither admitted they fell first.

—

“By the way,” Jennie said now, voice softening, “you left something.”

Lisa froze mid-stretch. “What?”

“A fingerprint.”

“…You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Silence.

“…Where?” Lisa asked slowly.

Jennie shuffled some papers—very dramatically. “On the display case.”

Lisa groaned loudly. “Baby!”

“Relax,” Jennie said. “I already had it… handled.”

Of course she did.

Of course she always did.

Lisa flopped back onto the couch. “You’re literally the reason I’ve never been caught.”

Jennie smirked on the other end. “And yet you keep committing crimes.”

“Because my wife is the Chief of Police.”

“That is not how that’s supposed to work.”

—

Back at the precinct—

“Chief, we recovered partial prints,” an officer said, approaching Jennie.

Jennie took the report, glancing at it for exactly half a second.

Then—

She accidentally spilled her coffee all over it.

“Oh no,” she deadpanned.

“…Chief.”

“How unfortunate. Guess we’ll never know.”

The officer blinked. “Should we—”

“No.”

—

Later that night—

Lisa slipped into their shared bedroom through the window like it was completely normal (it was).

Jennie didn’t even look up from her book. “Door exists, you know.”

“Window is more dramatic,” Lisa replied, kicking off her boots.

Jennie finally glanced at her—and immediately softened.

God.

Even after all this time, she still looked at Lisa like that.

“Successful night?” Jennie asked.

Lisa walked over, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. “Very. Thanks to my favorite inside source.”

Jennie rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Lisa gasped. “Wow. I risk my life—”

“You create the risk.”

“—and this is the appreciation I get?”

Jennie set her book aside. “Come here.”

Lisa didn’t hesitate.

She melted into Jennie’s arms like she belonged there—because she did.

—

“You know,” Lisa murmured against her shoulder, “if anyone finds out…”

“They won’t,” Jennie said firmly.

“They’d lose their minds.”

“The city’s most wanted thief married to the Chief of Police?” Jennie scoffed softly. “Scandalous.”

Lisa grinned. “Kinda hot though.”

Jennie smacked her lightly. “Focus.”

Lisa laughed, pulling her closer. “You love the chaos.”

“I tolerate you.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

Jennie turned red. “Lisa.”

—

The city would keep chasing Priya.

The reports would pile up.

The officers would stay confused.

And the Chief?

She’d keep leading the investigations.

Perfectly.

Carefully.

Suspiciously flawlessly failing every single time.

—

Meanwhile, in their penthouse—

Lisa tightened her arms around Jennie, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Same time next heist?” she teased.

Jennie sighed, pretending to think.

“…Text me first.”

Lisa beamed.

“Best wife ever.”

Jennie smiled—soft, fond, completely gone.

“Worst criminal ever.”

And somehow—

They both meant it lovingly. 💋