Todos os capítulos de Lovers & Liars : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

*Vivienne*My heart is racing, each thud reverberating in my chest, drowning out the ambient sounds of the medical machines and the soft murmur of conversations playing out around me. It has been a long time since I last heard from this stalker. It had been almost as if he had forgotten about me. But I guess not. He was there at the guesthouse. He had seen me. Just then, an insistent vibration in my pocket jolted me back to the present. I took out my phone and stared at the anonymous number flashing on my screen. My breath quickened, shallow and rapid, as if the very act of inhaling could pull me deeper into this nightmare. I blinked repeatedly as I tried to focus on the faces around me, but their expressions kept blurring into a wash of confusion and concern. I felt detached, as if I was watching from a distance, a ghost in my own life.A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped, a small squeak escaping my lips. Nick flinched away from me and threw his hands up in the air. “Hey, i

*Liam*“I killed her… just like I killed the others,” she uttered. I went closer to her, my heart sinking at her words. “No, Angel eyes, it’s not your fault,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but the words seemed to dissolve in the air. She shook her head, her breath hitching as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “No, Liam. I did kill them,” she choked out tearfully. “I should have been there for them. I— I could have done something.”My heart ached for her. I knelt in front of her, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch her shoulder. “Angel eyes—”She jerked away from me and stood up. “You don't get it, Liam!” she yelled, more tears streaming down her face. “I, Vivienne Reynolds, killed my family because I wasn't even there when they needed me the most!” she added, hitting her chest with so much vigor.“My father? He committed suicide because he couldn't bear the social backlash from the scandal that I caused. My younger brother was bullied in school because of me

*Vivienne*My heart stopped beating, my throat closing up with horror as my eyes slightly widened.“Fr… from back ho…home?” I stuttered, my throat dry. Liam nodded in confirmation and sighed. “At least, that's what he said. Does anyone come to mind?”My heartbeat started again but this time, it was irregular. My forehead was probably shining with a sheen of sweat though it would be barely visible in the car. I counted up to ten in my head and then slowly shook my head. “Nobody at all,” I answered with a shaky breath. Liam gazed at me and then reached forward and then briefly grabbed my hand. “Don't worry about it, I'm sure the person is just some paparazzi,” he tried reassuring me with a gentle smile. I cut my eyes at him and looked out the window instead, my insides growing shallow and tight. No, it was surely somebody from home. I could just feel it. I bit down hard on my lower lip, my mind racing with several chaotic thoughts. How did the person find me? For the past decade,

*Vivienne*Silence. Silence now seemed to be the only thing accompanying me these days. Maybe it was because I felt dead inside ever since that night. The night I told Liam my deepest, darkest secret. I could vividly remember the way he froze, his eyes widening as he just stared at me. He didn't utter a word. He never did. Because the exact moment he opened his mouth to talk, his phone began to ring and a few moments later, he had to leave the country to shoot his new TV series. I remembered tossing in my bed, unable to sleep even after I had thrown some sleeping pills down my throat. Then after, I cried and later ended up sleeping that way. I glanced at my phone and stared at the dark, blank screen. I wondered what he thought of me now, would he see me as a murderer now?Technically speaking, I am a murderer but somehow, the thought of Liam viewing me that way made my heart ache. For the briefest of moments, a tingle of regret reverberated in my chest, maybe I should have hel

*Vivienne*My heart plummeted. The world around me faded into a blur; the lazy conversation of both my employees and the customers , the distant hum of traffic down the street—all drowned out by the pounding of my pulse in my ears.“No… no, do…don't tell me,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “Oh yes, I did,” he replied, the glee in his tone sending chills down my spine. “It wasn't an easy feat by the way, I had to spend tons of hours drafting my plan. But then, after that, everything else was just easy peasy.”A wave of nausea washed over me, making me feel light headed. I felt myself going weak at the knees which then prompted me to lean against the table, my hands found its way up my neck as it closed up making it hard for me to breath. “Should I tell you what happened?” he continued, his voice thick and low with amusement. “Of course I should, it's your mother we are talking about here.”He was enjoying this. That sick bastard was enjoying this.“Like I said earlier, it wasn't a