บททั้งหมดของ My lover is a Monster : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 19

"Married?"Julie nodded with a smile on her lips, "Yes, Mark and I are getting married, Elizah." Julie's eyes sparkled brilliantly, light gleaming in her gaze, while Elizah looked gloomy."It's wonderful, isn't it, finding your partner through the tough times I endured."Julie was taken aback, her lips slightly parted as she swallowed. What Elizah said was true. Julie and Mark had met during a painful incident that Elizah had experienced."I ... Elizah, come on, I never meant to hurt you. Aren't you happy? The doctor even said your condition has improved, and you can come home with me." Julie's hopeful gaze pleaded for Elizah to smile.But the smile Elizah gave was a sad, bitter one. Tears streamed down her left cheek, and her heart felt shattered."I want to free Liam, Julie."Julie sighed and replied, "That's impossible, Elizah. It's just not something that can be done. Even if you forgive Liam, this case is too severe for the law to forgive." Anxiety was evident on Julie's face."F

Julie Hartman’s head felt like it was about to explode. She never imagined she would be dragged into her future husband’s problems, especially since he turned out to be a cop burdened with deadly assignments.What if something happened to Mark just because he worked on dangerous cases? That was all Julie could think about now. She didn’t want to lose Mark; she didn’t want her marriage to fall apart again because of the cases that haunted them.While Julie was caught up in her frightening thoughts about their future, Mark was in the bathroom, scrubbing the blood off his body.He replayed the events at Justin’s house in his mind—events that ended in death.“There must be something that caused Justin to be attacked,” said Mark’s younger and more pliable partner, Jack Kinan.“We’ll find out soon enough.” Mark searched for anything he could include in his report, eventually stumbling upon something. “I found this under the couch cushion,” he said, showing Jack.“What’s this?” Jack asked, h

"Someone wants to meet you," said a prison guard as he opened the cell numbered 330. He walked out with a pale face, as if he had no will to live. He had been through utter destruction and had no idea what to do after being sentenced to fifteen years in prison for actions that endangered Elizah Hartman's life. He never expected that this kind of trouble will find him and has found him. "I don't want to meet anyone," he said weakly, his voice frustrating the guard, who insisted Liam couldn't refuse because the visitor was someone important in law enforcement."You’re the most despised inmate here, so whatever you say doesn’t matter. You have to do what you’re told."Liam sighed, perhaps filled with rage, but his anger was so overwhelming it left him too weak to show it."I’ve already said I’m completely innocent," Liam muttered weakly, but his body was pulled out of the cell and shoved forward, his hands bound in cuffs."You ungrateful bastard! You should be glad someone wants to vis

"I don’t like him."It was dusk, the day nearing its end, and Elizah was gazing at Mark Robertson, who looked so romantic with Julie Hartman—her own sister."Neither do I."A voice suddenly spoke behind her, making Elizah turn to see Richard, who was also staring at Julie."You heard me?""I’ve been standing here for a while—not too close, but close enough to hear you. So, you might want to be careful with your words," Richard said quietly. Elizah understood his words; she had been quite open about her feelings toward Mark Robertson."So, no one likes him, huh?""At least I know I don’t like men like him. When he talks to others, he acts like they don’t exist, but when he talks to Julie, he acts like the kindest person in the world."Richard laughed, leaving Elizah somewhat confused. Even though she didn’t fully understand his point, there was one thing they both agreed on: neither of them liked Mark. However, Elizah had her own clear reasons, unlike Richard’s ambiguous ones."So, you

The sound of the ambulance siren was piercing and terrifying to Julie's ears. A siren's sound was familiar to a nurse, but for a patient, it was frightening. Mark lay motionless, surrounded by medical equipment. Julie struggled to calm herself, but she kept crying, pleading for Mark to be okay. She repeatedly said, “Please, not again. Don’t leave me. I don’t want to lose another person. Please, Mark.” Her sobs echoed loudly.Her wedding gown was still clinging to her body, while the mascara on her eyelids had smeared down her cheeks. Julie looked completely disheveled.The nurse attending to Mark in the ambulance tried to reassure Julie and prevent her from disturbing their focus. Julie understood this—she was a nurse herself—but staying calm in this situation was impossible.There was no way she could relax while her husband was hovering between life and death. Eventually, overwhelmed by the pain and tightness in her chest, she collapsed and fainted just before they reached the hosp