All Chapters of Lovely Little Liar : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The room was dark, with only a few lamps providing light. The curtains were tightly closed, blocking out any light from outside. Whoever had chosen the room had made sure nothing inside could be seen from the outside. Only a few lamps had been left on, leaving most of the room covered in shadows. A large table stood in the middle, covered with photographs, documents, handwritten notes, and printed records. There were pictures of Konstantin and Arande, some taken inside the mansion and others outside the estate. There were also photographs of the gates, the cars that came and went, and the people who had been moving around the property. Everything had been collected and arranged over time. Whoever was behind it had been keeping track of their movements for a while. The man responsible sat at the table, his face covered by a mask. His hands rested in front of him as he listened to his associate. "The operation at the cabin failed," the man reported. "The maid woke up and fought bac

THIRD PERSON Nikolai had barely slept that night. He had spent most of it lying awake, thinking about his conversation with Arianna. He kept remembering the things she had said in the hallway about wanting her freedom and being tired of living in a house where she had no control over her own life. He also remembered the way she had looked at him in his study after he told her he would think about her request. She hadn't seemed satisfied with his answer. If anything, she had looked even more troubled before leaving. He had intended to give her some time to think things through, but he hadn't expected her to become so desperate to leave. A knock never came. His bodyguard walked straight into the bedroom, and Nikolai immediately sat up. The man rarely entered without permission. Something must have happened. "She's gone, sir." Nikolai stared at him. "What?" "Arianna, sir. She's missing. We can't find her or Noah anywhere in the mansion or the estate." Nikolai threw off the cov

THIRD PERSON She was almost inside when she heard someone call out. A man stood in front of the neighboring house with his hands in his pockets, watching the street with the relaxed air of someone who lived there. He was well-dressed, but not in a flashy way. His clothes looked expensive without drawing attention, and his grooming gave the impression of someone who took care of himself without making much effort to show it. He smiled when he noticed her looking. She didn't return the smile. He walked over anyway. "Jeffrey," he introduced himself, extending his hand. "Just moved in?" "Yes." She nodded. She shook his hand because refusing would have been awkward, then turned slightly towards her door. He didn't seem offended. He appeared to understand that not everyone was interested in having a conversation with their neighbors. A woman came out of the same house behind him. She was clearly his wife and had the friendly manner of someone who had welcomed new neighbors several t

THIRD PERSON Breakfast at the headquarters was unusually relaxed. The men sat around the table, eating and drinking tea while discussing unimportant things. They had worked together for so long that nobody felt the need to impress anyone. Their weapons had been set aside, and the tension that usually filled the room seemed absent that morning. At the head of the table, the mastermind sat with an open file in front of him. He wasn't eating. He turned the pages slowly, studying each one with the attention of someone who knew how easily a small detail could ruin an entire plan. When he reached a particular page, he stopped and read it twice before placing his finger on the address printed near the bottom. "We have her," he said. The conversation around the table stopped. He folded the page back into the file and looked up. One of the men leaned forward. "The message was sent to Konstantin. The meeting location." "He'll come?" He asked. "He'll want answers. He'll come." The mast

Nikolai had barely slept for two hours. He wasn't even sure he had managed that much. Every time he closed his eyes, Arianna's face came to mind. Not the version of her he was angry with, but the woman he remembered from before. The one who had looked at him differently during those early months, when everything between them had still felt new and worth holding on to. He came out of the bathroom to find his phone ringing. It was his secretary calling about the board meeting and the investors. "I won't be attending," he said before ending the call, not giving her enough time to argue. Petrov called less than a minute later. There was still no progress. The search had produced nothing overnight. Nikolai told him to get the cars ready. They were going to Rafael's house. If Arianna wasn't somewhere obvious, there was a good chance she had gone to Rafael. He knew enough about the man to believe that finding his address wouldn't take Petrov long. While Petrov made the arrangements, N