All Chapters of Whispers Of a Forgotten Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

I got back home from a place only I knew about, a secret I never pray anyone should know about. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Eric's car trailing behind me. I sighed. Of all people, him. His constant bossy attitude irritates me to my core. I honestly wonder how SHE manages to cope with him.I got down from my car and headed inside. He stepped out of his too and walked up to me, but I ignored him and went straight to my room.I got to my room, dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower, then changed into something comfortable. As I opened my drawer to begin my skincare routine, a thought hit me—the small bag she gave me. I reached into my handbag, pulled it out, and unzipped it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside… syringes."Why did she give me a syringe? To do what exactly?" I stared at the contents of the bag, confusion and unease flooding my mind. I was still lost in thought when my phone buzzed. I picked it up quickly.Her voice came through, calm but ch

I looked at her, completely unsure of what to say or do next. My chest tightened with a mix of anger and confusion. For a moment, I stood frozen, hoping she'd say something — anything — to ease the tension, but she just sat there, cold and unbothered. I clenched my fists, took a deep breath, and without another word, I turned around and stormed out of the house. My heels echoed against the pavement as I made my way to the car. Jason quickly opened the door, sensing my mood. I slid into the backseat and slammed the door shut. 'Start the car,' I muttered sharply, my voice low but firm. As we pulled away, I kept my eyes on the road ahead, refusing to let the emotions burning inside me show. After the long, silent drive, we finally arrived at my apartment. I barely waited for the car to stop fully before stepping out. The air felt heavier tonight, or maybe it was just the weight of everything on my mind. I walked briskly into the building and headed straight for the elevator, ignoring th

I quickly pocketed my phone and straightened up as Brianna walked in. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, but her eyes—sharp, curious—were already on me."Who were you talking to?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, an unreadable expression on her face.My throat tightened. "Just a work call," I said casually, trying to keep my voice steady. "Nothing serious."She stopped a few feet away, arms folded. "Work call, huh? You looked... tense."I forced a small laugh. "Deadlines. You know how it is."Brianna stared at me for a beat too long, then smiled. But it wasn’t the kind of smile that put you at ease—it was the kind that said *I’m not convinced, but I’ll let you think I am.*“Right,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just know—secrets don’t stay buried long in this place.”With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart racing.She definitely heard something.Are you back from your fifth husband’s house?” I yelled at

I sat down carefully in front of him, my eyes never leaving his. He raised his brows, visibly curious, probably trying to read me. “I’m Adrian Lancaster,” I said calmly, but the name hit him like a slap. His eyes widened instantly, and his entire demeanor shifted from calm to panicked. He began to tremble, his hands fumbling with something in his pocket. “Hey, relax,” I said, holding my hands up briefly. “I’m not here to hurt you… I just want the truth.”But as soon as the word “truth” left my mouth, he pulled out a syringe, the same kind I’d seen others try to use before. My instincts kicked in—I lunged forward and snatched it from his grip.Grabbing him by the collar, I dragged him closer, the rage I’d kept buried starting to rise. “Why did you kill my mother?!” I shouted, my voice raw and sharp.He flinched, shaking violently. “Please… you don’t understand,” he stammered.“No,” I growled, then drove a heavy punch into his jaw, sending his head snapping sideways. “Stop hiding behi