LOGINShare
The Glasses Shatters.
Last Updated:
2025-10-26 02:50:12
RomanWritesThank you for reading another chapter 😻☺️🤗
Latest chapter
How To Love A Murderer. Storytelling Lies.
Chapter Thirty Eight: Storytelling LiesThe interrogation room was cold and sterile, but Zhedya Hunter looked perfectly at home. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, he sat with his hands resting comfortably on the metal table, a picture of calm confidence.Agent Callista Monroe slid a high-resolution CCTV print across the table. It clearly showed Zhedya's profile in the hallway of the Faculty of Arts building at Newton University.“I just want to ask a few questions. I hope you’ll cooperate,” she said, her voice tight.“Of course,” Zhedya nodded, his smile polite and utterly unreadable."Dr. Hunter. Let's not waste time. This is you, two months ago, at Newton University’s Faculty of Arts.”“And so, Callista?” he raised a single, perfectly shaped eyebrow, as if mildly bored.“Our person of interest, Dr. Harrow, was found dead two weeks later. And an ex-student of his, Louis, has been missing for more than a month now.Care to explain your presence in a place so... far from your usual
How To Love A Murderer. The Glasses Shatters.
Chapter Thirty Seven: The Glasses Shatters. Another check-up. The words felt heavy in Ian’s foggy mind. He sat in the passenger seat of Zhedya’s car, his head leaning against the cool window. He was so tired, a deep exhaustion that sleep never cured.Outside, Zhedya and Dr. Ethan were talking. Ian watched through the glass, his vision slightly blurry. He couldn't hear them, but he didn't need to. Dr. Ethan’s face was a mask of urgent concern, his hands moving in sharp, worried gestures. Zhedya, in contrast, stood perfectly still, his posture cold and dismissive. Then, as if feeling Ian’s gaze, Zhedya glanced toward the car and gave the doctor a chilling, calm smile that didn't reach his eyes.Ian caught fragments of the raised voices as the doctor lost his composure."…a month was the maximum, Zhedya! His system can’t handle this!""…memory loss… emotional instability… it’s becoming permanent!""You’re causing neurological damage! I won’t be responsible for what happens to him!"
How To Love A Murderer. The Unspoken War.
Chapter Thirty Six: The Unspoken War“You know you didn’t have to be the one to drive me,” Zhedya muttered from the passenger seat, not looking up from the documents in his hands. The city lights slid by the tinted windows of the luxury car.“I wanted to, for goodness sake,” Ian insisted, his grip tight on the steering wheel. He was trying so hard to seem normal, to prove he was okay. “I’m fine with this. And this car is really cool, for real.”Zhedya pretended to relax, but his senses were hyper-focused on Ian. He watched the way his knuckles were white, the slight tremble in his shoulders. He was a hawk disguised as a passenger.Suddenly, Ian’s breath hitched. The streetlights ahead smeared into blinding, painful streaks. A high-pitched ringing screamed in his ears, drowning out all other sound. His hands went numb and slipped from the wheel.“Zhedya…” his voice was a slurred, panicked whisper. “I can’t… the lights…”“It’s alright, my love.” Zhedya’s voice was a calm, steady anc
How To Love A Murderer. Pulling Weeds.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Pulling Weeds"Are we there yet?" Ian asked, a giddy laugh bubbling up as Zhedya kept his hands firmly over his eyes, guiding him through the penthouse. The anticipation was killing him."Almost, my love. Just a few more steps... okay. Now."Zhedya dropped his hands. Parked in the middle of the private garage was a car. But not just any car. It was a low-slung, hyper-modern sports car, painted a deep, shimmering blue that looked like a midnight sky. It had a giant red bow on the hood."A gift for my award-winning journalist," Zhedya said, his voice dripping with pride. "So you never have to rely on cabs or... other people... again. It's programmed to only recognize your fingerprint and mine. It's completely safe."Ian's excited smile faltered for just a second. A normal car would have been amazing. This felt... like a tracking device on four wheels. A beautiful, expensive cage.Zhedya caught the flicker of doubt instantly. "Don't you like it?" he asked, his tone
How To Love A Murderer. The Winner Takes It All.
Chapter Thirty Four: The Winner Takes It All. The morning after the party hits Ian like a truck. His head feels heavy, the taste of last night’s wine still bitter on his tongue.He finds Zhedya by the poolside, eyes glued to his tablet, calm as ever…too calm. Ian squints at him, wondering how he looks so put together when Ian feels like death warmed over.“What are you watching?” Ian groans, rubbing his eyes.Zhedya doesn’t look up. “Nothing much,” he lies smoothly.But Ian catches a glimpse of the screen…muted footage of last night’s balcony scene. He recognizes his own tense body language beside John… and then Callista, handing John her card.Zhedya finally looks up, his blue eyes sharp. “Your friend John seemed… agitated. And Callista was very chatty on her way out.”Ian shifts awkwardly. “Well, John doesn’t know about Callista… or what she really thinks about me.”“I don’t like them talking, Ian.” Zhedya’s voice turns low, cold. “They’re filling your head with poison. I protect
How To Love A Murderer. Gilded Cages and Whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Gilded Cages and Whispered AlliancesIan blinked his eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the penthouse windows. The first thing he saw was Zhedya, already propped up on an elbow, just… watching him. A sketchbook was open in his lap, a pencil still in his hand.“Creepy,” Ian mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “How long have you been staring? And what are you drawing?”“Long enough to memorize every one of your eyelashes,” Zhedya said, his voice a soft caress. He turned the sketchbook around. It was a perfect, detailed drawing of Ian sleeping, his face peaceful and young. “Happy birthday, my love.”Ian’s heart did a little flip. Before he could say anything, Zhedya reached for a luxurious envelope on the nightstand. “I got you a small surprise. I submitted your blog for the ‘Best Crime Journalist of the Year’ award.” He pulled out the official-looking letter. “You’ve been nominated.”“Oh my god, Zhedya,” Ian breathed, his eyes wide as he took t
You may also like
I Never Hated You
Bellaboy4.6K viewsRival's Marriage Agreement
Gem6.4K viewsDesired by the Twins
TheVeeWriter15.0K viewsStripper by Night, Doctor by Deception
Callie7.1K viewsArrest Me Officer
Bellaboy672 viewsUnder The Mask Of My Enemy
Park Cheal7.0K viewsSacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale
Sweet Wine 3.5K viewsThe CEO'S Contract Husband
Ruky 9.3K views
