LOGINChapter 139*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Someone is in my office.”I think she tries again to unlock the door, but fails, causing all the muscles in my body to freeze.She is here.Oh my God.Mother Roselyn is here.I don't think, because survival instincts take over.My gaze darts around the office, searching for an escape until it lands on an enormous walnut cabinet tucked against the far wall. It is so old that dust is painted all over it, and it's double doors are looking slightly warped due to how long it has been here. One side hangs open by an inch, but it's enough for me to fit in.“I think we would have to pick the lock,” Sister Agnes suggests from outside. “We have no other choice. It's clearly locked from the inside.”That is my cue. I run quickly, slipping inside the cabinet, pressing myself against the inner shelves stacked with dusty books. My legs turn wobbly as I close the door, leaving it a bit open for ventilation.If I don't do that, I might die in here of suffo
Chapter 138*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*It is time for dinner.As usual, the dining hall is buzzing with low whispers, uneasy conversations.I know what they are talking about, I know what they are thinking about too— Because I'm thinking the exact same thing. It's about Mother Roselyn’s not-likely-to-be-called-an-arrest situation. It hasn't happened before. And I'm referring to the part where the cops just walk in and take her away.Now we are all wondering if they will eventually let her go.Wooden spoons scraping porcelain bowls, short prayers by Sisters before they started their meal are overtaken by the conversations on every table.Me?I have barely tasted the soup in front of me. Instead, my eyes remain fixed on Sister Agnes.She is one of the oldest nuns in the Convent— sharp-tongued, disciplined, and very loyal to Mother Roselyn. Most importantly, I had once seen Mother hand her a brass ring filled with keys before asking her to retrieve files from the private office.If
Chapter 137*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I step out of my room at the same Agent Camille crosses the hallway with a leather folder tucked underneath her arm. Behind her are uniformed officers, their expressions hard enough to ward off every curious glance directed at them.Yesterday, it was the Don's messenger.Today, it's the cops.The convent is becoming more busy lately. Perhaps, the convent is no longer destined to have peace and quiet.Sister Caroline gasps the moment she comes out of her room and sights them as well, “The Police…”Another sister crosses her arms, watching, “What have they come for?”No one answers. They all stand, watching what is going on.If there's anything I have realized from staying in the convent, is that the sisters are always going to come out whenever there is a visitor. We hardly receive visitors. So all of this? This is a new development.When it happens, the sisters gather, stare and try to figure out what's wrong. Everytime, they fail at it.Bec
Chapter 136*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Try not to hurt yourselves, please,” I inform them for the umpteenth time, while watching the children scatter around the playground— yelling and laughing at each other.Although this is what I have been doing for the longest time, I find myself wondering if this is where I want to be now. If I am comfortable being here or have I been pretending to be comfortable just so I could live in denial?I don't know. I'm just… I'm just really confused.It's been a week since that moment between us, since he said those words to me.Since I didn't say it back.A week since Gemma said the words ‘I hate you’ to me, since she said she didn't know me, a week since she asked me not to return home.Everything has been so overwhelming since then. Now I'm not sure if the convent is where I want to be anymore.Do I really enjoy it here?Dear, Lord. Tell me what to do. There is silence, it seems like even the heavens have left me to my fate— my miserable, fors
Chapter 135••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••I wake up with a splitting headache, the reflection of the sun burning my eyes and the familiar taste of whiskey on my tongue.For several seconds, I don't move.I try to recollect, to remember what the fuck happened to me and how the fuck I got in here.My pulse hammers against my temples, each throb dragging back fragments of the previous night that has refused to fit together.Despite the struggle to remember, I don't. It's like everything is just vague and unable to form something meaningful.“Fuck!” I utter, rubbing my forehead, sitting upright now. “I shouldn't have drank so much.”The room tilts before steadying again— the effects of my severe headache.Wait a minute…What the—I turn swiftly. There's someone on the other side of the bed, half covered by the blanket, hair spilling across the pillow. My gaze drifts further and that's when I see her dress draped over the nearby chair.Then she turns. What the fuck is she doing here? An
Chapter 134••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••{Please note: This is a drunk man’s POV. Read slowly, and carefully.}I unlock the deadbolt, opening the door halfway. A suspended heartbeat passes, yet neither of us speaks. For a second, I see her—Elizabeth.The dark strands of her hair totally wet, and those eyes looking back at me with something I can't decipher.Then the image before me shifts.No.I blink.Not her.It's Gemma.The images twists in my drunk vision until I can't tell where one face ends and the other one begins.“Luciano?” she calls out, stepping inside even before I can ask her out. “Are you drunk?” She stares ahead at the trail of bottles behind me. The next thing that follows is not a question, “You have been drinking.”I don't say anything, my head feels like there are a thousand drums inside. I shouldn't have drank so much.She hesitates before coming closer. “Can I come in?”“You are in already,” I state the obvious, irritation riling up my nerves.She doesn't sa
Chapter 71 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• Fuck. There are three rules I live by. One: Always trust your instincts, no matter the situation. Secondly, don't make stupid mistakes that will get you killed. And lastly—never, ever, get yourself an addiction—a weakness, because it'll only serve as
Chapter 67 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I grip her ass and hoist her up into my arms. Her legs part and wrap around me as her center presses against my throbbing cock. She is still kissing me while I return the kiss with the exact same fervour as I blindly kick the door open, walking us into
Chapter 66*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I'm holding my breath when I step into his cabin. We haven't said anything to each other since what happened at the garden. The only time he spoke to me was when he wanted me to know where we were going. And when he told me he was taking me back to the cab
Chapter 11 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• As soon as I stepped out of the shower, hardly getting any relief, my phone buzzed on the counter. The sound so loud that it only riled up my frustration even more. I was this close to throwing it, not until I saw who was calling. Marco. Why t







