Semua Bab HER ONLY CRIME: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Emilia~"Watch out!" I had been shouting that way too much, even though Chloe happens to be a pretty good driver. I guess it was just an instinct to be protective of her.Isabella on the other hand, was sitting comfortably beside her in the front seat. She wasn't at all fazed by the drama between me and Chloe.Looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes met for a split second. Isabella must have seen the mixture of worry and concern in my eyes, because she sent me a pitiful glance."He's going to be fine, you know?" She said, and I let out a scoff."I'm not worried about Marcelo. I'm worried about the fact that my sister is driving so recklessly." I lied through my teeth, and even Chloe turned around to raise an eyebrow at me."Eyes on the road!" I shouted at her, and she mumbled incoherently as she did what I asked of her.Silence now fell upon us, and that was when I realized that I actually called Chloe "my sister" out loud, and she didn't seem offended by it. Now I didn't want to

Marcelo~Emilia.I don't know how long I've been lying here, but she seemed to have been here with me the whole time.Light snores were coming from her, as she rested her head on the bed. I frowned, thinking of how uncomfortable it must be for her.I let out a groan, as I tried to assume a sitting position. A searing pain was coming from the side of my stomach, and that was when I finally remembered what really happened. I was stabbed...by my father.Trying my hardest not to wake Emilia, I snuck right out of the bed, looking around the room for more appropriate clothing. I understand my own clothes must have been drenched in blood, but I wasn't going to just keep wearing this stupid gown.She stirred a little in her sleep, and I didn't realize it at first, but I held my breath. I really didn't want to wake her.I decided to head towards the bathroom to ease myself and probably take a shower. Where the fuck was Martinez when I needed him the most?I had totally stripped out of the hos

Emilia~I found myself unable to catch some sleep tonight, despite the fact that I was so tired.I believed it had something to do with Marcelo not being here on the same bed with me. I had gotten pretty used to his arms wrapped around me, while I sleep. It was either that, or I was just worried about where he must have run off to.Hopefully he wasn't doing something as stupid as going alone to confront his father again. I could only hope that he values his life enough to continue staying alive.Finally having enough tossing and turning on the bed, I decided it was time I got up and probably go downstairs for a drink or two. Fastening my robe around my body, I put on my flip flops, before heading towards the door. A yawn threatened to leave me, but it never came.I finally got to the living room downstairs, and the stench of cigarettes immediately caught my attention. At first, I thought it was Marcelo, until I recalled that he wasn't anywhere around the mansion.Scrunching up my no

Emilia~The cup of coffee was still sitting right on the table beside me. It remained untouched, and I was getting increasingly nervous, as I thought of a good excuse to avoid drinking it.Of course, Mae was standing right behind me, and I knew that because I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. She was waiting patiently for me to take a drink out of my cup of coffee."Coffee's getting really cold now!" She said in a singsong tone, startling me all of a sudden.I didn't want to offend her by not taking the coffee that she took her time to make for me, but at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something about to go terribly wrong.I chuckled nervously, before reaching out to grab the cup again. It was no longer as steamy as earlier, and I slowly brought it up to my nose for a subtle sniff."You don't think I'm trying to poison you, right?" Mae suddenly asked, and I turned around to shake my head at her."No...of course not!" I replied her timidly, watch

Marcelo~For a moment, I thought I lost her. I thought I was already too late, and it filled me with a mixture of both fear and rage like I've never had before.I had enough rage in me to tear through the door like paper. Punch after punch, till my fists were bleeding. I didn't care about my pain or discomfort. All I cared about was keeping Emilia alive. I didn't understand why I was doing this, but I still didn't see myself reacting any other way. Then there she was, standing over Mae's lifeless body. She had blood splattered all over her face, blood that wasn't hers. Her baby blue eyes, now appeared very dull and lifeless, as a few tear drops fell from them.It's been over two weeks since that incident now, and Emilia still hasn't said a single word to anybody.She would spend most of her time cooped up in the confines of the penthouse. If she wasn't there, she would be down in the middle of the flower fields, where Mae was laid to rest.I was itching to talk to her, to hold her a