บททั้งหมดของ A Murderer's Lover: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Jean Luc felt like it has been forever since he had laid his eyes on his stunning house.Something was odd about it, though. He had felt like his home should be quite filthy since it had been a year, but the outside was so clean.He murmured a thankful message to whoever had cleaned it before opening the door. He locked it instead. A hint of fear pounced at him as he discovered that the entrance to his house was left unlocked.It was mild compared to a mere second later.As he pushed open the door, crimson red words greeted him back. It was written in pretty, but horrific handwriting. The handwriting of a murderer.Jean Luc almost felt his heart pounce out of his chest as he read the message. He let his eye linger on the face below it before looking at what was once his house.Scrambling, he reached for his phone and almost dropped it. The smell, his surroundings and the message caused a type of panic that he had never exp

"Good Morning," Raven said.The rain outside drowned out her words."Morning.""Would you care for some coffee?""I'd love to," Jean Luc replied as he settled down on a seat around the kitchen table.She set it down before him, and another for herself before her phone rang. An irritated sigh escaped her lips. She had not forgotten about the plan, not for a second, but it was peaceful with Jean Luc for the past few days. She did not have to worry about removing evidence from her victims or carving the two letters she dominated into skin."Hey," Raven said into the phone."Dom," Celi

"This is insane," Jean Luc admitted as Lucinda led him into a room he knew he should have paid to enter.She did not let go of the hand firmly wrapped around his even as she came to a stop. The screen was playing. It was about a riot that happened a decade back in Domsville."How much do you know about Domsville's history?" she questioned."I didn't quite listen in history class, honestly."Laughing, Lucinda reached to grab candy from a glass bowl. She had suggested everyone wear gloves to further avoid getting caught. Jean Luc would rather hold her bare hand, though."It's mint," she said, holding one out for him.He took it while

When Jean Luc awoke the next day, Lucinda was no longer snuggled against him. She was always up so early, despite how late they went to bed.As expected, Lucinda was enjoying breakfast on the couch with her legs propped atop the table between her and the television."Dumbass," she sneered at the movie she was watching. Or more specifically, the character who just got murdered."Morning, love.""That's new," Lucinda turned to face him. "Love. I like that. Way more than cute, adorable, sweet and all the other bullshit." She grinned and Jean Luc smiled back."How long have you been up?""Enough time to cook you breakfast.

"What are you doing here?" The man asked Lucinda.Jean Luc remembered him. He was the newspaperman that came once a week. What would he be doing in Dheeksha, of all places?"Out," Lucinda's voice changed as quickly as a switch. Her face was still painted with dried tears, but the word that came out of her mouth revealed nothing less than strong. Authoritative. Jean Luc had heard that voice just a few times and he was properly baffled.The man ignored his presence and talked to Lucinda as if they were alone in the room."Red, are you okay?" His voice held genuine concern. They appeared to know each other most of their lives."Out, Zak," she said it so coldly that Jean Luc felt a shive