All Chapters of Love in lies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I let out a shout, the kind that wakes the dead. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled backward, terrified that someone or something was in my room, coming for me. The sound of boots pounding the hallway followed, and within seconds, guards burst through my door.Their faces hardened the moment they caught sight of the blood trail along my floor. "Please come with us, ma'am," one of them said, his voice respectful. I was too shaken to argue. I only nodded numbly and followed him, stepping carefully around the dark trail of blood.Behind me, I heard another guard muttering urgently into a phone. "...Yes, boss... She's safe. We have her now..." And then the door clicked shut behind me, sealing whatever horror had just occurred inside.I didn’t immediately realize where the guard was leading me. My legs were moving on their own, my mind clouded with confusion and fear. But as we walked, I realized that we were headed for Marco's room."Why are you taking me in there?" I asked, my v

The power had been cut out, the moment Isabella lunged at me, I knew I had seconds to react. My body moved on instinct, fueled by panic and sheer will to survive. I twisted, kicking with all my strength. My foot slammed into her stomach, and she staggered back with a grunt of pain, crashing into a table behind her.That bought me a few minutes, I sprinted across the room toward Marco’s desk, yanking open drawers blindly until my fingers wrapped around a gun I didn’t stop to check if it was loaded. I turned around, aimed with trembling hands, and fired.The sound of the gunshot split the air like thunder, Isabella ducked, and the bullet tore through the wall just inches from her head. Her scream was feral, filled with hatred. I didn’t wait to see what came next. I aimed again, but the door behind me suddenly echoed with fists pounding and voices shouting.“Emily! Emily, open up!”“I can't, the door’s locked! Break it down!” I yelled from where I stood. “It's over for you Isabella, the

Marco left the room after telling me everything about my father. The door closed softly behind him, but the weight of his words lingered. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clenched into fists, trying to process what I'd just heard.I felt like a pawn in a game I didn’t understand, could that have been one of the reasons he married me off to Marco? I stared at the wall, numb, until my phone buzzed beside me. I glanced down to see Lucan’s name flashing across the screen. Shit! How could I have forgotten to give him a call all these while. He was my best friend, and he had no idea what I’d been through.“Lucan?” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.“Em?” he said immediately, his voice warm and familiar. “Thank God. I’ve been worried sick. I heard something happened. Are you okay?”I swallowed hard, grateful for the sound of his voice. “I’m okay… I mean, I’m alive. That’s something, right?”“Emily, what’s going on? Is he treating you right? If he’s hurting you—”“No,” I cut

The next morning I woke up with a giddy sensation. I remembered Marco's hands inside me and I blushed. I looked around, but there was no sign of Marco, then I looked and saw a note by the drawerUrgent business, be safe emily. I stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. After a quick shower and dressing in a simple blouse and jeans, I headed downstairs. “Good morning ma'am,” Jonathan greeted me. I smiled at him. “Good morning Jonathan, I would love a quick breakfast, something light, I'm in a good mood today.” “Yes mi lady,” he bowed, imitating the gesture of the 19th century. I went to the dining table and sat down, waiting for my breakfast. Once I was done eating I headed out to one of Marco's cars. “I think I should come with you ma'am, it's not safe, at least not yet.” “It's okay Jonathan, the driver will take me to and from work. I'll be safe inside, there's nothing to worry about.” Jonathan looked uneasy, but he bowed then moved forward to open the car door for

The driver stopped in front of the door and we came down from the car. My heart was beating really fast, the moment we entered into the house, without warning, Marco’s rough hands closed around my hips, his grip was firm as he drew me to himself. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I felt the solid length of him pressing against me. I remembered his promise in the car, I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, but my body didn’t care."You're mine now," he whispered against my ear, the words sent a jolt through me, lighting up something dark and needy in my core. As I felt the wetness pool in between my legs. He didn’t hesitate, his lips crashed into mine, and the kiss was raw, all hunger and dominance. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, claiming, tasting, owning. A needy sound escaped me, part moan, part whimper. I clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his suit. I could taste the faint bitterness of whiskey on his tongue, feel the wild urg