Semua Bab NIRELLE: Bab 91 - Bab 100

NIRELLEHearing my mom take a deep breath and the silence that followed, even if it was for a few seconds, scared me more than I would like to admit. I don't know who to believe: this billionaire sitting in front of me with cautious eyes and caring for me in ways I didn't think possible, or my mom, who had put years of emotional baggage on me."Nirelle," she finally let out, but I could not place the emotions behind her eyes. I wanted to stand in front of her and watch her lie to my face because I was almost certain that she would."Where are you getting all of the bullshit from?" She asked with a laugh, as if she was ready to sweep it all under the carpet and never go there again."Bullshit?" I copy her tone, and she makes a sound of approval from the back of her throat."How can you have a brother I am not aware of?" she asked, and her tone tells me she does not want me to know. But why was she hiding this from me? What was happening? "Did I suddenly birth a mysterious child?" she ad

NIRELLEI am almost sad that I am alone in bed when I open my eyes, but I did not expect that he wouldn't get to his work while I lay in bed. He had spent two days away from work taking care of me because I had foolishly stood under the rain just because of rage. I was sure that he had a lot to do; instead, he was stuck checking the temperature and changing the washcloth on my head.I sit up and look around the room. I had noticed it before, but it was truly the first time that I was noticing all of the dull colours in the room. Why did it bother me? Why did I want to change it up when this wasn't even my room?'You are spending more time here now,' my mind screamed at me for being oblivious, but even though I was spending time here, I still went back to the room at the end of it, just like I was going to do tonight. I reach for the glass of water and down the contents at a go. Standing from the bed, I begin to inspect the room as if I were going to make some changes."You are awake?"

NIRELLEThe intense stare between Lucine and me was so strong that I wanted to break eye contact first, but looking away meant he would win, and I had to win. I insisted that I was strong enough to go to my room, and he said I was not and needed to be looked after, and thus began the unintentional eye contact war."Nirelle," Lucien's tone was gentle and comforting, but his gaze was still very intimidating."Lucien," I repeated, trying to mirror his tone but failing woefully. How was he able to keep his composure around me while I was failing so much? It was kind of scary. I had to get out of the room because I did not know what I could do in the middle of the night.I had thought I had my feelings all under check, but with him, it's almost as if I am discovering everything new about myself every day."I have to go," I say again as if I had not said that a million times since he waltzed in with a tray for dinner."No, you have to stay here.""Why?" It was almost as if we were having a d

NIIRELLEI had the perfect plan in my head: go to my mom's dinner and then ask her about Zane in front of everyone. Lucien had been a good help, helping me with all of the information and evidence I needed to get a confession out of Yvette. I wondered if she would try to wiggle her way out of this or just come clean to me in the end.She did not even show that she was concerned about my worries, and just sent the details of where we had to meet to me. Her friends were all going to be there, and honestly, when I had thought of going big, Lucien was worried."It can be dangerous.""I know," I had said, trying to push out the unholy thoughts I was having of him and trying to concentrate on getting my mom to confess what happened to her son. Why was she comfortable living her life without him, almost as if he had never existed to her ever? I wondered if Enoch and his cohorts had something to do with this."And you still want to go ahead with it?" he asked. His voice sounded more concerned

NIRELLEHer friends seemed more interested in getting the details of what I was supposed to say to her, but none of them could get to her. We were left alone, and she continued staring at me as though she could not believe what I had done. Even I was a bit shocked by my audacity. With how broken they had left me, I never thought there would come a day when I would stare her in the eyes and fight back, let alone start the fight from scratch.She stands up, pushing the chair behind her with so much aggression that the metal drags on the floor, leaving a long screeching sound behind."Aren't you going to get up?" She asked when I sat there, wondering why she was getting up."Why should I?""Are we going to have the discussion here then?" She asked, looking around the restaurant. The people seemed to have gone back to minding their business, but she must feel very uncomfortable at the thought that a third party could eavesdrop and listen to whatever she was going to confess."Fine," I say