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Chapter 142••~••°••~••Luciano••~••°••~••She doesn't look at me the way she always does.“No, Please, don't look at me like that, Angel.”She doesn't hear the voices in my head nor my thoughts. Instead, she's giving me a devastated stare, her eyes red with tears dropping from them. It physically breaks me. Standing and watching her cry in front of me is like letting a knife go through my chest without stopping it. The most difficult part is that I can't fucking do anything to stop it. I'm here, but without answers.When Gemma came here today to break the news about her pregnancy, I hadn't expected Elizabeth to be right outside.Now she knows what happened— she knows a version of a story I know nothing about.Water drips from the edge of her veil as she stands at the entrance of the cabin, breathing hard as though she ran miles to get here. I take one step towards her. She takes one back.Something twists in my chest, reminding me how it wasn't possible for me to feel such things
Chapter 141*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*The walk feels endless.By the time I reach the cabin, I'm already rethinking every decision I took before coming here. It makes me remember my life before everything. I used to live a very secluded life. No drama, No seeing blood and definitely no kidnappings surrounding me.Nobody knew who I was. It was just Mama, Gemma, The convent and I. Nothing extraordinary, not until I met him.I couldn't stand the rain before and I still can't. But thoughts of him helps me walk under the rain, even though I can feel myself panicking.If Mother Roselyn sees me now, she would most like say— “You're threading down a dangerous path.”I know I am. Escaping the convent, sneaking back in, walking outside despite the darkness— it's just not me.It's like I am a totally different person, and I love this new me.My sandals splashes through puddles as I hurry towards the porch.Before I can knock, the front door opens. It’s not him. Not who I expected at all.
Chapter 140*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“What are you doing in my room?” I ask her after a long moment of staring at each other passes between us. Sister Maria doesn't say anything at first. I watch her gaze drift from me to her hand on the doorknob and she quickly pulls away. Again, bearing the facial expression that tells me I caught her doing something she shouldn't.I'm thinking of a hundred reasons why she would be here, but I can't find any sensible. None can be linked to why on earth she would be here.And the major point is— I have no idea if she has already gone in or if she is about to. The only thing seeing her does is leave more questions.“Your room? Oh! I…” She pauses, her eyes refusing to meet mine. Sister Maria never stutters or stops to think of something mid-speech. Whatever she is doing here has to be huge. “Sister Maria?” I call her name again. “I asked you a question. Are you… Were you sneaking into my room?”Her eyes widen and she goes into defense mode imm
Chapter 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 39 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I made a mistake. And I'm trying to repent from it, but the man sitting across from me just wouldn't let me. I can remember Father Bernard's advice like it was said yesterday— “You must distance yourself from the source. Cut off whatever invites thi
Chapter 37 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• “Goddamn it.” I fist my free hand in her strawberry-blonde hair and hold her head still. My other hand slides down her body, over the enticing curve of her breasts, eliciting a needy moan from her lips. Those lips. Fucking plump and begging to be wrapp
Chapter 35 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* Again, I'm going straight to hell. I should have gone back to the convent like I earlier wanted to. I'm always making stupid decisions that I really can't go back from. Immediately Agent Camille left, a thought came to mind. What if I get arrested for
Chapter 34 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• A nun in a club. Who knew that day would come? I've seen so many things that might have kept me in awe, but this… this one is at the peak of it. There's silence between us as I let my eyes drag all over her—desire and anger blending into one. She's