Love in lies のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The moment I opened the front door, I knew something had changed. There were voices coming from inside the hosue.Dad stood near the window, with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture was a little tense. Beside him, seated with her legs neatly crossed and a glass of wine in hand, was Vanessa, my stepmother.She was dressed in silk, something different from what she had on in Jakes house. Her eyes were cool, and lips curved in a polite smile like I hadn't just caught her naked in bed with my fiancé.How did she get home so fast? "Emily," she greeted like nothing happened. I stopped in the doorway. My chest tightened. "I see that you're back.""Of course," she said smoothly. "Your father needed me."He turned to me then, his face was drawn and very serious. But he wasn't angry, he didn't even suspect a thing.How do I tell him that his wife was cheating on him with my fiancee? What if he collapsed due to shock and die? I can't possibly let that happen. "Come sit," he said.I did

Marco knocked once and stepped into the room without waiting for permission.I won't blame him, he owned everything in sight, including me. "Get up," he said. "We're leaving." I blinked, still groggy from barely sleeping the night before."But I haven't packed anything?" I said to avoid breaking rule number one. He looked at me like I'd asked something ridiculous."There's no need for that, you won't need anything. We'll get what you need when we get there." I didn't argue, I threw on the clothes laid out for me, a simple black dress, nothing flashy and followed him downstairs.He'd brought only a handful of men with him, all dressed in black, all armed but discreet, Just enough muscle to make sure no one got stupid. "Why so few?" I asked quietly as we got into the second of two black SUVs.I had already said before I remembered rule number one, I looked up at him swallowing nervously.He didn't look at me when he answered. "Less noise and less attention." it seemed like he hadn't noti

The venue looked like it belonged in a gothic fairytale.Candles flickered in massive iron sconces, the floor was polished obsidian, and the altar was surrounded by statues of angels.I scanned the crowd, there was no one I recognized, not one familiar face, dad wasn't even here. There was no witnesses from my life before Marco.Instead, I saw men with scars running down their jaws, tattoos curling up their necks, eyes that looked like they'd seen things no human should. Most of them wore dark suits, but they all had something cult-like about them.A code, a brotherhood or probably a blood oath. I shivered, but swore to maintain my ground. If only my best friend was here, I'd be stronger.At the far end, I saw a woman standing in a sleek emerald dress, her arms crossed as she stared directly at me with unmasked hatred.She had high cheekbones, black hair slicked back into a knot, lips red as venom. She was extremely pretty, why was she staring at me like that? I thought to myself, It w

The guard shot at me, but he missed. I stumbled backward, trying to give enough space between us before he reloaded. My heart slammed against my chest. "Don't you know how to Shoot!" Isabella screamed.The guard raised the gun again, but this time I dodged. The shot echoed through the empty mansion. Where the hell were the guards!! I ran toward the hallway, my feet slipped on the marble. Another shot echoed. Something grazed my shoulder, then I saw blood trickle down, but I kept running. I didn't dare pause or look back, I knew the next shot might pierce my heart or skull. Thank God I put out the light, that was probably the most reasonable thing I did today. I darted into the next hallway and shoved a bookshelf down behind me, It bought me a few seconds. What do I do? I ran into the dining room and locked the doors, my heart racing as I pressed myself against the wood. I brought out my phone again, my hands shook as I tried to steady it and look for the message I sent to Marco. The

I rushed up the stairs, my feet barely touched the steps, with my heart beating so fast in my ear.On a normal day I won't have reacted this way, but with everything that has been going on.. I just couldn't help it. I turned the corner, Marco and Isabella stood there, he had her pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around her neck. Her feet dangled off the floor, Isabella's face was already purple from strain. I couldn't read Marco's expression, they were blank and cold. He has a smirk on his face, like he was enjoying seeing Isabella beg and fight him off weakly. "Marco!" I gasped, coming to a halt. "What happened?""I told you to rest." He said still looking at Isabella. I swallowed, the iciness of his voice almost made me turn and run back. "I heard noises coming from the stairs." I managed to say. He didn't even look at me, his attention stayed locked on Isabella. Her nails clawed weakly at his hand.I knew it wouldn't take long before she lost her life. Finally,