All Chapters of THE LYING GAME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Long, slender legs, fitted into red-hot stilettos, moved elegantly past the corridors, and into the private elevator.The lift halted at the top floor with a ding, and Zeta Mancini stepped out into the hallway. Her entire figure was wrapped in a big, brown fur coat, and her smooth face was beaten into a sleek perfection. Reaching the doorway where she had been barely thirty minutes ago, she placed a hand in between the door frame and retrieved a slipper preventing the door from coming together with her free hand.As she entered, it protested with a click, locking her in. She walked carefully into the quarters, finding her way to its large bedroom.Her pulse was pounding somewhere in the 160 range, but despite her pounding heart, there was a fluttery, empty feeling in her stomach. The bedroom door was slightly ajar; just the way she had left it earlier. It was a good sign. She hoped. At least it meant no one else had come in after she did. A commanding presence filled the room the

Huge chandeliers hung above the high ceiling, illuminating the tastefully decorated hall, and casting its halos on the cheerful gathering below. Evangelina Axton’s 16th birthday gathering was marked as a private event. The media was forbidden from getting a 100 meters close to the hotel and only a selected few elites were cordially invited to grace the occasion.Elena downed her second glass of champagne as she watched Eva pace about the room nervously. Finally, she stopped in front of a full-body mirror, clasping her fingers together.Tonight, Eva appeared more mature in a baby’s breath blue evening gown and beautiful makeup. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls and even Elena could tell how pretty she truly was.The event manager had been to the dressing room twice to announce that it was time for Eva to make her appearance, yet the girl kept postponing, saying that she wasn't ready.At the third knock, Elena stood to her feet. She picked up a clip from the dressin

Elena grabbed a fistful of her evening wear, ripping it off bottom first as she lurched forward. Her high heels dug into the ground, sending jolts of pain up her legs but she could not feel the ache. Almost reaching the car, she jumped at Zeta and pulled her back by the hair. The latter’s yelps and rings of inaudible curses sent a wave of pleasure through her core, but that pleasure was short-lived as the other woman bit into her skin, almost drawing blood. “You could not wait another day, yeah? You just had to fucking do it today!” Elena screamed, punching hard into Zeta’s side. “You.. bitch!” Zeta yelled as she fell to the ground. Elena ran to the back door and pulled on the handle, yet it wouldn't budge. Pacing erratically, she pounded on the window to wake the sleeping figure in the backseat. “Eva! Wake up!” Seeing Eva lying still despite the loud noise, a knot tightened in her belly. “What have you done?”She breathed. A low tremble lingered in her voice as she turned

Elena woke up to a consistent banging on her bedroom door. Muttering long strings of curses beneath her breath, she struggled to her feet, and instantly missed the comfort of her duvet as she departed from it.Still swearing, she turned the key with more force than usual, her face contorted in a glare as she prepared to meet face-to-face with the culprit. “Eva?” She frowned, her brows lifting as she scanned the girl who looked like she had gotten straight out of bed as well.Eva was dressed in a silk nightgown and had a brooding expression on her face which worsened as their eyes met.“Can I come in? Please?” She asked, breathing heavily. Without getting a response, she barged in, moving to sit on the bed. “I’m a fucking sixteen-year-old!”Elena rolled her eyes as she walked towards the windows, pulling the drapes aside and flinching at the intensity of the sunlight outside. “Language, Eva. Now take a deep breath and tell me why I’m up from my bed early when you ain’t even going to

“No!” Elena screamed as her eyelids flung open. She could hear her heart beating loud and clear. It pounded hard against her rib cage, making her breathe heavily as she crawled off the bed to the cold, bare floor.Her silk nightwear clung desperately to her sweaty body like a second skin and tears spilled out of her eyes with no control.It was the same dream as always. Her parents, covered in blood and her brother, boarding a fast vehicle. They didn’t stop no matter how she cried and ran after them.“Lucas,” Elena muttered, her heart squeezing in pain. After so many years apart, she still had no idea what had truly happened that night…had no idea if he was dead or still alive. But she had hope that at least for her sake…, he would hold on.Dragging her body up from the cold floor, Elena stepped into the shower.~She ate breakfast with a faint feeling of nostalgia. With Salvatore as the underboss, and Vincenzo still silent about their recent discovery, she knew her time in the