Lahat ng Kabanata ng Your Last Lie to Me! {Book One}: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Elizabeth’s gaze met mine easily, I mean, I was the only person left standing, and then she winked at me, to which I responded by bowing my head quickly in a fancy and exaggerated manner.  Vincent suddenly squeezed the hand that he had let go of earlier, before the bowing, and I had almost turned to face him when a man dressed in black appeared beside me, startling me, then he whispered in a low tone.“My lady.” The man bowed then presented a golden fan that matched well with my gloves. “From the Marquess.”

“Are you…did you just call me a rat?” Dominic asked the scowl across his beautiful face leaving no room for me to imagine that he had taken that as a joke.“I- n-n-,” -What was I supposed to say?-‘No I was just nervous about meeting you’ or ‘no, you are so sexy up close that my brain needs time??’-I am his enemy. I am not here to play teenag

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, SOME MATURE THEMES ARE DISCUSSED REGARDING DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE.Neiwei.The room was blurry, and again, he wasn’t sure which day it was and who was around him, all he knew was that he was at the Marquis’s castle and that was only due to the numerous amounts of ‘red liquid’ being escorted by the servants of the castle. The noises around him felt like faded echoes in the distance as he relaxed deeper into the black and gold lounge chair.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, SOME MATURE THEMES ARE DISCUSSED.I had assumed that ‘casino’ had only represented wealth and perhaps even an acceptance of human nature. Because of that blunder, I had been ill-prepared for a conversation with the Count, let alone an entire blackmail strategy.-But I can't fail. I cannot afford to fail! -To m

The carriage rattled on the bumpy road filling up the pungent silence that surrounded the both of us, neither Vincent nor I had spoken a word since our fight by the door.But even as we sat opposite each other, his eyes never left my frame.I was curious as to what exactly he was looking for, perhaps more proof that I was on drugs because of the un-Vivanna like reaction? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, I was too tired, too tired to pretend, to ache, to think!There were more reasons for me to cry, but, what if, just what if, unlike the painful scene that I had just witnessed that tried to convince me otherwise, what if Neiwei was still alive? What if…