Todos os capítulos de Fake Vow, True Luna: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

After a night spent tossing and turning, the sun finally rose. I hardly slept at all the night before, as my mind was too addled by the memories of what had happened yesterday.My kiss with Nathan still burned heavily on my lips. What I saw after that, when I shouldn’t have been spying, was now burned into my memory.With a sigh, I reluctantly got out of bed. I knew that I would have to face Nathan eventually; we would need to talk about the kiss, at the very least. It was also likely that he heard me last night as I rushed away from his room, but I was prepared to at least lie about that.I didn’t particularly want him knowing that I stood there, peeking through the crack in his door, and watched like a pervert while he had an intimate moment by himself.My footsteps echoed through the quiet house as I groggily descended the stairs. The morning light filtered in through the windows, casting a soft glow over the little villa.As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, a peculiar sight ca

The diner was alive with the usual morning bustle as the waitress approached our booth, carrying a tray of steaming food. “Here you go,” she said, setting a plate of fragrant chocolate chip pancakes in front of Nathan first. I felt my mouth start to water just looking at them; they were even bigger and fluffier than I remembered, and it seemed as though the cooks had no shortage of chocolate chips. She set a plate of bacon down next, and I sat in awe of its glimmering sheen and crispy edges. I had been excited for the chocolate chip pancakes that I also ordered, the comfort of a familiar meal to alleviate the tension that had settled between Nathan and me. Unfortunately, my anticipation deflated as the waitress set down eggs benedict in front of me. I frowned as I looked down at the plate. Nathan, already fully absorbed in spreading butter on his pancakes, didn’t notice my apprehension. “Something wrong?” the waitress asked in a low voice, cocking her head. I had never b

“It's perfect, Nathan,” I murmured, my eyes filling with tears. “It tastes just like my dad's.”Nathan let out a sigh of relief. “Good,” he said, grinning. “I’m glad you like it.”The tender lamb stew was exactly as I remembered it. The smell, the taste, it was like being wrapped in a warm, comforting blanket. It reminded me of the good old days with my dad. The nostalgia made me smile, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a spark of genuine happiness.Nathan had nailed it. He had managed to bring me a piece of home and, in doing so, had momentarily swept away the worries and heartaches. For a moment, it was as if I was home again in my dad’s little kitchen, blissfully ignorant of the storms brewing around me.After dinner, Nathan and I cleaned up the kitchen, exchanging light-hearted banter. The tension from the morning seemed like a distant memory, replaced with an easy camaraderie. Once the dishes were done, Nathan retreated to his room to work on some pack business.The

Nathan's suggestion of a fake wedding had pierced through my heart, igniting a storm of emotions. I had to get out; I had to be alone for a while so I could think.“Olivia?” he asked curiously as I abruptly stood. I was frozen there for a moment, unable to move with my fists clenched at my sides as my brain scrambled to come up with the right words to say, but no words would come.Silently, I brushed past Nathan in a hurry and ran up the stairs.I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, seeking solace from the tumultuous thoughts that swirled within me. As I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it, feeling the weight of my doubts pressing upon me.Did Nathan only go in public with me for appearances? Were the feelings I had developed merely a facade, designed to create an image, carefully cultivated by him in order to keep me appeased?The questions tormented me, shredding the fragile threads of hope that I had carefully woven in my heart.All along, I had thought that our feeli

I was asleep, deep within the grip of dreams, when the shrill ring of the phone jerked me awake.My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled for the device, half-blinded by sleep and a sudden burst of adrenaline.“Hello?” I answered, my voice gravelly from sleep. “Who is this?”“Nathan, it’s Angela.”Angela's voice echoed from the other end, a note of urgency lacing her words that somehow sent chills down my spine without any knowledge of why she was calling me.“Angela?” I murmured. I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair. “Why are you calling me?She was silent for a moment, but when she finally spoke, her words were urgent. “It's Olivia. She's in the hospital. There's… there's a lot of pain, and blood.”The words shot through me like an electric shock, cold and terrifying. My heart dropped into my stomach like a frozen ball of fear.I didn’t even bother to answer Angela before the phone was out of my hand, my body lurching into overdrive.I was up and out of bed in seconds, m