บททั้งหมดของ Treacherous : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Alan’s POVMy mother shook my head, "Alan, I know that you think you can, but handling suppressed emotions is a lot more difficult than hiding acknowledged . The more you try to suppress them, the more obvious and clear they become. Before you know, they'll be all over the place.""So what do you suggest I do? I can't confess to her yet, that's completely off-limits. She asked for some space and time and that's what I'm giving her. I am willing to wait for as long as she needs. That's the only thing she had ever asked of me and that's the least I can do for her.""Well, I get where you're coming from, Alan, and I know that you won't like what I want to say so I'm going to refrain from it. But I will suggest this - go with your gut feeling. I appreciate that you're thinking logically about this because when you do that, you often avoid unnecessary damage. But please, there will be a time where the situation demands you to act in a way that pleases your heart. Listen to it."When the ri

Alan’s POV“He’s lying.”He had to be. There was no other way he’d be breaking so well under the pressure if it weren’t for the lies he was so cautiously masking under that deceiving face of his.“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Mused the gentleman in uniform.Both of us were standing outside the room where the interrogation was taking place. The man I had been intently observing the entire day was proving to be very annoying as he was insistent on standing on his original answer.He confessed that he was a poor man that could barely make the ends meet every month. His old Volkswagen had been troubling him for quite a while now, and since he earned just enough to keep the family from drowning, he had managed to ignore the services that were demanded by the faulty vehicle.He paid the price of his ignorance when the brakes on his vehicles betrayed him right when he was speeding past the expected limit in one of the deserted streets of London. Unfortunately, he was not the only person who had p

Rachel's POV“I love you.”“I love you too, darling.”“Will you marry me?”I pushed myself up by placing my hands atop Emilia’s shoulders to peek a glance at her figure. Endless tears streamed down her face at that instant but it only made me smile as they were nothing but tears of pure joy and happiness.“Of course, I will.” Her voice cracked but soon, she was swept into a tight embrace. All the nurses and the doctors, including Doctor Merch, who occupied the boundaries of the room broke into loud cheers and claps. The happy couple looked toward all of us, as though they were silently thanking us for making this happen.But in all honesty, Doctor Merch deserved all the credit there was. If it weren’t for her, there would’ve been no wedding. But thankfully, the pre-term baby was delivered healthily and gave enough reason for the couple to consider getting married. The couple had earlier lost all hope that their baby could make it. Since they had already been battling several issues, s

Alan's POVI hadn't noticed when my bag fell from my arms.But I was guessing it happened somewhere between closing the door and noticing her swollen cheek. My heart fell into the deepest pits of my stomach. Upon further inspection, I noticed that she even had a slightly bruised eye.Soon, anger consumed me. Before I could stop it, I felt my blood boil within me. Despite having no idea who, I had managed to form immense hatred toward the person who had inflicted such pain upon her. She clearly looked like she was attacked. Badly."Who did this to you?" My voice was colder than I had intended it for. But I didn't bother correcting it because it was not directed at the girl standing before me."Um," She managed to mutter, "What are you doing here?"I walked up to her and tenderly held her jaw within my hand. Carefully, making sure I was not inflicting more pain than she was already in, I ran my fingers over her swollen jaw and then her bruised eye, in hopes of discovering what truly hap

Rachel's POVAfter we stepped out of Emilia's and Mark's flat, Alan and I decided to wait by the pavement until our Uber arrived. The driver had apparently confused the actual route with a different one so he asked if we could wait for two more minutes until he could find the correct route.Alan took this opportunity to take my bag away from my hand, cursing at himself for not having thought of it before."Alan, my limbs are fine, it's my ribs that got damaged." I teased him but his frown persisted."Let me help you anyway," he muttered but I could sense that he was only putting up a facade. I could see that something was deeply bothering him and he did not want to be asked upon that matter further.Sighing, I waited by his side in silence until our cab arrived. Once inside, the driver apologised once again for the inconvenience caused and only nodded in relief when I reassured him that it was not a problem.Once he pressed on the accelerator, I looked to my side to watch Alan gaze ou