บททั้งหมดของ The Lies He Kissed Me With: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Amara woke to the muted sound of rain tapping against the window. The apartment felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if the events of yesterday had seeped into the walls themselves. She sat up slowly, her thoughts tangled in Kassem, Clause 17, and the unexpected appearance of Diana.Her chest tightened. The memory of Diana’s smirk, the ease with which she threatened the delicate balance of her life, lingered like a shadow she couldn’t shake.Kassem was still asleep, lying on his side, one arm draped across the pillow. Even in sleep, he radiated control, an effortless authority that both frightened and mesmerized her. Amara swallowed hard. She didn’t know whether she wanted to wake him, confront him, or simply hide under the covers until the world made sense again.⸻An Uneasy BreakfastShe decided on breakfast, if only to distract herself. The apartment was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of rain against the glass. As she prepared her tea, Kassem emerged from the bedroom, dressed

The house was too quiet the night Iris finally returned home. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel peaceful… it felt tense, stretched, like something was waiting to snap. Her shoes clicked lightly on the tiles as she walked in, and she could almost feel the house breathing around her, watching her, listening to her thoughts.She was exhausted — physically, emotionally, mentally. After everything that had happened at the hotel, after every lie Damien had stabbed into her heart with a smile, she wanted nothing more than to sleep. But the moment she stepped into the living room and saw her mother sitting upright on the sofa, back stiff and eyes sharp, she knew sleep was not going to save her tonight.Her father stood near the window, hands behind his back, staring outside like the darkness was speaking to him. Her younger brother, Idris, sat on the far end of the sofa, pretending to scroll on his phone but looking up every few seconds, expression uneasy.Something was wrong.“Iris,” her mo

The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of Iris’s room, soft and pale, but it did little to calm the storm in her chest. Sleep had been impossible. Every shadow in the house seemed alive, every creak of the floorboards a warning. Damien’s visit the night before had left her unsettled. His presence was magnetic, terrifying, and, most frighteningly, protective in a way she had never known from anyone else. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the envelope from the mysterious letter. The words repeated themselves in her mind, each reading twisting her stomach further. Who was sending threats? Why had her family received it before she did? And most of all… why was Damien so determined to keep her safe? The soft chime of her phone startled her. A message from an unknown number. She hesitated before opening it. “You’re in danger. Do not trust anyone. Not even him.” Her heart leapt. She could feel the panic rising. Who was this? The warning letter… someone was escalati

The night wrapped the city in a quiet blanket, but for Iris, silence was impossible. Every car that passed, every pedestrian in the shadows, felt like a threat. She sat in the car Damien had provided, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, staring out at the dimly lit streets.Damien’s presence was beside her, calm and controlled, as if the danger around them didn’t exist. But Iris could feel it — the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightening of his jaw when a shadow moved too quickly. He was always alert, always calculating.“You’re quiet,” Damien finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, cold, but there was an edge to it — a weight that made her shiver.“I’m trying to understand,” she admitted. “Why… why is this happening to me? To us?”Damien didn’t answer immediately. He drove carefully, eyes scanning every street. “It’s not just about you. It’s never just about one person. This world… my world… it’s dangerous, Iris. And it touches everyone I care about.”She

The city seemed quieter than usual, but Iris knew better. Danger had a rhythm — a heartbeat — and tonight, it was fast, insistent. She paced the room, glancing at the locked windows, counting each shadow. Her mind replayed Damien’s words: “They will come. You must be ready.” Her heart hammered. She had practiced calm, practiced fear management, but tonight, the reality was unavoidable. They were here. ⸻ Damien’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Stay close. Follow my lead. Do not panic.” She obeyed instinctively, the trust she had developed over the past chapters keeping her grounded. He led her through a series of corridors, the sound of his boots muted but precise. Every movement had a purpose; every turn, every glance calculated. She realized that in his world, hesitation could mean death. ⸻ Outside, the van was waiting — a black silhouette against the streetlights, tinted windows reflecting the moon. But this time, it wasn’t just two men. There were four, all armed, all m