All Chapters of DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 “Your secret admirer?” Charles asked, nodding toward the phone I’d just been checking. “Oh, no. Just… very good news,” I said, tucking the device back into my jacket, a warm feeling lingering from the message. “So,” I continued, shifting the focus. “Where are you headed after this?” “Wherever you’re headed,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. A light chuckle escaped me. We fell into step together, walking down the cold, yet strangely cozy and silent street. “Tell me more about yourself,” I prompted. He cleared his throat, subtly straightening his shirt as if preparing for a statement. “Well, my name is Charles,” he began, a wide, easy smile spreading across his face. “I’m a lawyer at Transcorp. I love playing the guitar, and I have three beautiful pets.” He paused, his tone shifting slightly, becoming more grounded. “And… I’m a divorcee. I have a beautiful daughter; her name is Lesley.” He said her name like a proud dad, the love evident in his voice. I g

Chapter 13: In A SILHOUETTE “My skirt—it got caught in the drawer,” I stammered, fumbling to lock it properly without Richard noticing. My heart was still hammering, but I was grateful I’d managed to re-stack the files before he walked in. I had no idea if the excuse was believable, but it was all I had. Richard’s eyebrow arched in a silent question. “Oh. Okay, then,” he said after a moment, his tone neutral as he gestured to the door. “Shall we?” I nodded, snatched my bag, and hurried out. I felt his gaze on my back before he followed, his eyes sweeping the office one last time with an unreadable expression before he closed the door. The silence in the car was suffocating. I shifted in my seat, unnerved by the quiet and the weight of what I’d discovered. Was he suspicious, or was his mind somewhere else entirely? I couldn't get a read on the bastard. “You’re fidgeting. Is the temperature alright?” Richard asked, his hand moving toward the AC. “It’s fine,” I said, perhaps t

Chapter 15: Till Death do us part The ride between Charles and me was quiet but nice. The silence was strangely soothing. "So... you have full custody of Lesley?" I asked, trying to break the quiet. I didn't know if it was a weird question, but I just wanted to say something. "Yes. Her mother has a lot going on in her life," he said, his eyes on the road. "I don't want my daughter to grow up in a toxic home, so I appealed to the court for full custody. Fortunately, Lesley said she wanted to live with me, so the court granted it. Her mom visits her often." I could see the sadness in his eyes every time he mentioned Lesley's mum. I suddenly felt stupid for asking. "Oh, okay. Uhm—I'm so sorry for asking that. I didn't mean..." I stammered. "It's okay, Elizabeth," he replied, his voice soft as he placed his hand on mine. "I really enjoyed the movie with you." I could feel those butterflies in my stomach again. Before I could reply, a loud crash from behind jolted the car. Charles

Chapter 17: Soft as Velvet “Don’t you dare hurt her!” Charles’s scream was raw, a desperate sound in the tense air. Leo’s response was a bitter, mocking scoff. “So you’re the fool who thinks he can take Elizabeth from me. Don’t worry. I’ll just take her with me into the afterlife.” My mind became a frantic, spinning wheel, calculating and discarding possibilities. How could I overpower him? How? A faint brush of my hand against my pocket, and I felt it—a sharp, pointed shape buried deep in the fabric. The memory surfaced, clear and sharp: my hairpin, filed to a needle’s point, tucked away for safekeeping earlier. I swallowed a hard knot of fear. This was madness, a desperate gamble, but it was the only move I had. With Leo distracted by his verbal duel with the police, I carefully slid my hand into my pocket. The cold, sharp metal bit into my palm, and a dangerous smile touched my lips. “Arghh, damn you!” Leo roared as I drove the pin deep into his side. A dark, crimson stain i

Chapter 19 : Why the attitude? Richard and I stepped inside the house. His gaze wandered around, taking in every corner with quiet amazement. . “Beautiful interiors, I must say,” he complimented. “Thank you, Richie.” I poured whiskey into two glasses and handed him one. “Let’s toast to your safety,” he said, raising his glass. “Cheers.” I clinked mine against his, my face calm—though my thoughts were anything but. “Oh, Liz,” he whispered, leaning closer, his warm breath brushing my skin. “I need you in my skin so badly.” I gripped my glass tighter, disgust curling inside me, but I forced a smile. I had to play along. Richard’s eyes darkened, the air between us thick with heat and unspoken things. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch slow, too slow. My heart pounded. I could feel his breath on my cheek, smell the whiskey between us. “Liz…” he murmured. I smiled faintly, masking the storm building inside me. When his hand slid