AbigailLiliana shot up from the sofa like something had exploded under her bottom. Her body vibrated with fury, the kind that made her hands twitch, and her limbs tremble. Her bottom lip quivered, not with any sadness, but from the sheer force of her rage. When she finally opened her mouth, her voice came out in an aggrieved, ear splitting shout.“You think I relied on her?!” she screeched, her eyes wild. “You dare say that to me?! Susanna is nothing without me! Nothing!”As she had gotten up so suddenly, her oversized designer bag, whose strap had been loose slung around her shoulder, was now resting against her hip. Her hand, which was now partly hidden inside this bag instead of under the cushion, jerked subtly. My heart began to race harder despite my attempts to stay calm, every thump pounding against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I didn’t let my gaze tremble, and neither did I let it wander to the danger I knew was there. But all the same, I knew without being told that L
Abigail Liliana tilted her head. “I’m only impressed, Abigail. Really, I am.” Her voice took on a thoughtful quality. “I didn’t think you had it in you. All these years playing the good little wife, the gentle Remington daughter inlaw, the dependable daughter and sister… what was it that broke you, and has got you playing dirty just like us?.”Her gaze was piercing, full of malice. “Was it the loss of your poor baby?” She said it so casually, so cruelly, like she was commenting on the weather. “Or was it the sight of your sick mother's body rotting away long after she had died without the comfort of any of her children at her side?”The sting of her words hit me hard and sharp, but I didn't flich, at least not outwardly. I pushed the pain down, and stuffed it deep inside my mind. I had meant it when I promised Alexander I wouldn't allow my emotions make me lose focus of the mission; they weren't a weakness. This was a war. There was no room for sentimentality.Liliana smirked even as
Abigail I made sure my voice didn’t betray me when I spoke after realising Liliana had figured me out. I made sure it was steady and smooth, even a touch amused, just enough to maintain an image of calm. “What gave me away?” I asked Liliana, pretending like I wasn’t playing a dangerous game by being in her territory and on her turf. A part of me genuinely wanted to know what had tipped her off. I had made it past the door and her probing questions, and she had looked none the wiser when I stepped into the house. I had played my part well, I thought. It had taken me hours and hours of practice and time but I had adjusted the cadence of my voice, mirrored Susanna’s subtle tics, her forced laugh, and mlst importantly, the hysterical theatrics she was prone to when the universe wasn’t bending itself to her will. I had rehearsed and rehearsed to the point I was disturbed at how much of Susanna I could see in me when I had given myself a cursory look in the mirror before coming her. B
LilianaShe gave me a small shrug, eyes still wide and glistening. “I know that rule only applies to me,” she said, trying on a feeble smile. “You’re always going on about how he likes me more, but I think we both know it’s you who’s actually close to him. You must have an idea of where he might be… right? Please, Liliana. I have to go to him. I can’t wait for him to come to me. You’ll help me, won’t you?”The tone of her voice, so desperate, made my skin crawl. Goosebumps prickled up my arms. Since when did Susanna ever care about seeing him like this? She was never this eager. Never this—what was the word? Compliant? Imploring? This was so unlike her.This was…wrong. Something was off, very off, and the feeling burrowed deep into
Liliana“This could all go to hell,” Susanna murmured. “You don’t understand. I’ve messed up.”It took longer than I would’ve liked to get her to sit down and shut up. She kept pacing the small living room like she was walking the length of some designer runway and every few seconds, she would mutter something under her breath or stop to clutch the arms of the chair like she was going to faint. It was all part of her silly theatrics and I didn’t have the patience for it today.“Sit,” I finally said, firmly enough to slice through her panic. “And breathe, Susanna. You’re no use to anyone like this.”She hesitated but after a moment, she dropped into the worn chair, hugging her arms around herself. I took a slow breath, forcing myself not to snap. She was here now. I could work with that.“Now,” I said, softening my voice, “tell me what happened. You’re clearly upset, but I can’t help if you don’t talk to me properly.”That seemed to get through to her. Her lips wobbled, and her eyes sh
LilianaThe remote house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of old floorboards settling and the faint rustle of wind outside. I sat on the worn-out armchair by the window, one leg lazily crossed over the other, scrolling through my phone with idle interest. After I had bought the place, I never really tried to renovate it. Why bother, when I barely used it? As a result, I never liked the time I spent here, but I rarely came here so it all balanced itself out.A dusty shaft of light filtered through the curtain slats, catching on my fingers as I flicked through another article, then another, until I landed on one about that new pretty faced actor I had seen in a few recent adverts. I smirked. So he’d finally been outed for being a little high school tyrant. I suspected after a few accusing comments earlier this year. It hadn’t taken long for ne