Semua Bab HER ONLY CRIME: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Emilia~Mirrors. I've been spending more time in front of mirrors lately.The wonderful thing about mirrors, is not just the fact that they reflect back our image. If one dares to look very closely, you might be able to see more than just mere reflections. I was currently sitting in front of one, absent-mindedly combing my long, brown hair, while Chloe fixated her expectant gaze on me from behind.We had been arguing back and forth about the same topic for days now, and I had no intention of continuing like that. I had already told her she was free to leave, if that was what she wanted."You should come with me." She said again for the umpteenth time, and I resisted the urge to groan in frustration.What part of "I can't" can't she just understand? It has already been established that nobody can possibly save me from Marcelo."I know a place. He will never find us there." She continued with her persuasions.A low, humorless chuckle escaped me at her naivety. A place where Marcelo wo

Emilia~Mrs. Brooks turned out to be such a sweet person, and I was right about my sister swindling her of her hard earned money."What? How was I supposed to know that she's still alive?" Chloe whined, as I glared daggers at her from across the dining table."How much?" I asked her in a serious tone, hoping that it was going to be an amount we could pay back.Chloe hesitated a bit, before finally blurting out the answer."Ten grands-ish?" She said, and I found myself choking on my own saliva."Ten what?!" I shrieked in utter disbelief, not realizing how loud I was being."Everything okay there?" Mrs. Brooks asked out loud from the kitchen, and I willed myself to come down.Out of the kindness of her heart, she had offered to host us for dinner tonight, as we didn't really get the chance to shop for groceries. I still couldn't fathom why anybody would want to scam an old widow like her."All good, ma'am!" I answered her, still not taking my eyes off Chloe. Mrs. Brooks remained silent

Emilia~It's been over a month since we moved into this town, and I was beyond pleased with how life has been treating us here.The people were very nice and welcoming. They almost never had disagreements or conflicts among each other. I didn't know if it was because I was new around here, but they were especially very gentle with me. Chloe on the other hand, seemed to be friends with almost everyone.I later got to find out that Jennie owned the biggest diner in the whole town, and it suddenly made sense how she's such a good cook. With a little persuading, I was able to get her to hire me as a waitress and thus, I landed my first job ever. Although it now meant that Jennie was now my boss and my landlady.I was elated, because since I was a teenager, I had always wanted a job. I had always been interested in the idea of going out every day and making my own money. I wanted to be able to buy whatever I needed for myself, and I finally got that chance through Jennie.A smile stretc

Emilia~I looked at Chloe in utter disbelief, taken aback by the words that were coming out of her mouth."Don't look at me like that, Emil!" She scoffed."You know I'm telling you facts." Angry tears threatened to spill from my eyes, and I instinctively clenched my fists beside me.Chloe was suggesting that I 'get rid' of the unborn child, a child that was every bit of mine, as much as she was Marcelo's. This is also a child that would grow up to know her as an aunt. She wanted me to simply get rid of it."You're asking me to kill my unborn child!" I seethed."There's nothing factual about that, Chloe." She suddenly took several steps forward, till she was right in front of me. Her eyes held a very cold and ruthless stare, as they bored right into mine."Then you must get ready to bid your newly acquired freedom a sad farewell." She spat."...or you think you can just raise that child all on your own, without Marcelo's knowledge?" A humorless chuckle escaped her lips, as she saw

"She's carrying a child, Marcelo." I froze, in total disbelief of what I just heard."So, you can go ahead and kill me." My father smirked."Once my people don't hear from me in the next few hours, they'll be sending her dead body to you." He threatened.I hesitantly let go of my father, signifying to my men to lower their weapons too.He was clearly several steps ahead of me, and had the upper hand in this situation."That's right, son! Show some respect." He taunted, as he casually straightened out a few creases on his shirt. Oh, he had no idea how much 'respect' I wanted to show him."You still haven't told me what you're really here for." I said in a hostile tone.My father looked up at me, before casually pinching my cheek like he always did when I was younger."Ey, don't be like that, son!" He said in a low, husky voice. I resisted the urge to shudder at his attempt to make us look like we shared some kind of bond."I just got out of jail. Don't tell me I'm not allowed to com