Semua Bab Tangled by lies : Bab 111 - Bab 120

~107 part I~ChiaraI swam with speed but the water current tried to hold me back, so I swam with force, defying it. Before Carmelo, there was my mother. I have forgotten about her completely and was ashamed of my own reflection. Why was I thinking, dragging this man into my mess? He was innocent. He didn’t deserve to be tainted by me and my darkness.I shouldn’t have done it. I loathed the day I shamelessly thought of approaching and using him. I hated myself more now that I knew what it felt like to belong with someone. I hated myself for loving him. Because my love came with a price. I ruined his life. I took another dive, shivering but not stopping. The water felt like needles to my skin. I needed this pain. I deserved it.I needed to tell him the truth, everything. I emerged at the edge and jumped back with a shriek to find him already standing there with a towel. I squeezed my eyes shut. My heart pounded in my ears. He gave me a hand and pulled me out of the pool. I shivered whe

~108~ChiaraI woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat. I carefully pushed off the sheets, removed the man’s hand around my waist, and got on my feet. We had one more round before taking a warm shower together and falling into a deep slumber. My sleeping pattern had changed. I either slept until morning like I had no worries of this world or I woke up late at night and never slept again. Unlike how I used to lose sleep altogether in the past.I reached the kitchen and my feet halted. I walked around the island as if I hadn’t seen Junior with a cup of coffee, alone. I opened the fridge and took a bottle of water. Just when I was about to leave, he pushed down his headset and stopped me. “How is he doing?”I turned to face him with a big question mark on my face. “My brother, after rejecting him and all.” He added. Oh. We still had to tell everyone that the proposal went through. I walked over, placed the bottle on the counter and stretched my hand, flashing my ring to him.

~110 part I~ChiaraI shoved all the product on the sink away, they shuttered and splattered down. I screamed, gripping the edges of the sick with my nails, and slowly sank on the bathroom floor. I recalled his face, the hurt on his face. “Oh God,” I clenched a fistful of the towel on my chest. It was hard to breathe. I felt like the worst person in the world. I should’ve told him from the start. I should’ve. “What have I done?” My heart hurt so much that even my voice found it hard to pass through my aching throat. ‘You snatched our chance at a happy life together! You did! I loathe the day I met you!’I laid down on the cold tiled floor, legs pulled up to my chest, my trembling hands hugging myself and kept crying. Why couldn’t I have this one? Why did it have to be snatched away too? I knew it was going to get messy. But I’d wanted to tell him myself. And not for him to find out the way he did. Luca. How could I forget about them? But can't I also be selfish for once and follow the

~111~Chiara“Jesus Christ! Don’t tell me she has been sleeping here, Marina.” A familiar male voice made me open my eyes. “She has been sleeping here, sir.”I heard footsteps approaching me and then two figures came to stand before me. I covered my eyes with my arm. This damn morning sun. Peace was pricey nowadays.I squinted my eyes before facing them. Marcelo with two deep lines on his forehead and Marina, who looked like she would cry if you poke her cheek with your finger. “Bad morning.” I waved at them. I lost my mind. How could I not? The first man to truly love, and the only man who saved me from myself, is the same person I’d end up hurting. Me. The infamous baddie.Marcelo’s palm came to press over my forehead and he cursed under his breath. “She is burning! Call the doctor, Marina.” He then gathered me and helped on my feet. “Let’s get you inside, dear.” My arm circled around his shoulder as he took me to the living room.An hour later I was laying on a couch with an IV sta

~113~ChiaraA month later “Alright, let me know the details. I’ll be coming back to Milan after the weekend.” I tapped my finger on the island. “Thank you, Safiya.” I hung up the call and picked up my coffee cup. I have had this tendency to watch the news these days. I think it had something to do with my age. I never liked watching TV and the news was even worse. I glanced at the three suitcases I have managed to pack throughout the month. And then I looked around the house. It was time. It was going to be hard to part with this mansion, but I had to. His voice, his touch, his laughter, his glances, they were still fresh as if he was still around with me. He still hadn't been responding to my calls, and I took it upon myself that he blocked me completely. And not just on his phone but in his life entirely.I went to sit on a couch, gripping the cup tightly. I took a deep breath. It was going to be alright. I had been having lunch with his family but for some obvious reason. France