All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 311 - Chapter 317

Niko"Let's take a stroll; guide me back to the hotel," Luca urges, his tone firm as he steps off the boat and strides purposefully through the bustling docks."I should remain close, just in case..." I hesitate, glancing back at the water's shimmering surface."Niko, we both know she's gone," he replies, frustration flickering in his eyes. "I need clues; I need leads. Staying here would be a waste of time. What's going on with you?" The salty air fills my lungs as I watch him, realising his unwavering determination. The vibrant colours of the market stalls are just opening, and the distant sounds of laughter seem to fade into the background as I weigh his words."There's nothing wrong with me, Luca.""Bullshit, and you know it," he scoffs, his eyes narrowing with intensity. He strides away, trailing an unspoken challenge, knowing full well I would follow—because I always do."Bianca's her own woman, you know that. She's headstrong and..." My words falter as I grapple with my thought

BiancaBenji kept his promise, albeit briefly, when he returned with two steaming plates of food, plush pillows, and a soft duvet; I nearly lost my temper. My heart raced as I paced the small, unfamiliar room, wondering what one does when confined in a space that, while foreign, felt oddly intimate.At first, I resolved to give him the cold shoulder, halting my restless movement in front of the antique chest of drawers that stood against the wall. Its surface was cluttered with knickknacks and photo frames, and they were still crying for pictures to fill them. The door swung shut behind him with a dull thud, echoing my frustration. I found myself unable to look away from him as he carefully set the plates down beside me, the rich aroma of the food mixing with the faint scent of lavender from the duvet."I said leave! I never consented to your return," I spat, frustration lacing my words as I propelled my fist toward his face with a fierce movement. His eyes widened in surprise, and in

Bianca I awoke to the unsettling sight of a strange man hovering by my bedside, his hands deftly fastening a familiar cuff around my arm. Although his face was unfamiliar, something in his gaze—an intense warmth and deep concern—made my heart race, as if he genuinely cared for my well-being.Instinctively, I recoiled into the embrace of the plush pillows, desperately putting distance between us. "Shh," he whispered softly, urging me to remain still. His voice was smooth and calming, like a gentle lullaby."It's okay, Ms. Rossi. I'm just checking your blood pressure. You can go right back to sleep," he said, an air of ease in his tone that resonated with a sense of déjà vu."Who are you?" I mumbled, still tethered to the remnants of sleep, my mind foggy and slow."Dr. Phillip Agar," he replied, a warm smile spreading across his face, crinkling the corners of his kind eyes. "It's a pleasure to see you again.""Again?" I echoed, confusion knitting my brow."I treated you a few years ago