Todos los capítulos de CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

JEREMY. BACK TO THE PRESENTI winced as my fingers dug into my palm, but I couldn't bring myself to call Micah. When I finally got the will to unlock my screen, I did nothing but stare at his name with shaky hands until the letters blurred before I quickly pulled my hand away. What could I possibly say to him? I was forced. I was scared, Damien would kill me. I had no choice. The list of excuses were endless, but none of them sounded convincing enough and I couldn't erase what I had done. I could only hope he would forgive me when everything died down but for now, I had to leave. I grabbed the handle of my bag and crossed to the window, then slowly separated the curtains with two fingers and peered through the narrow gap while my eyes swept across the street below.It was clear with no unfamiliar cars, no men standing outside watching my apartment. I exhaled, and closed it, dragged my bag toward the door, my grip tightening on the handle as I made it through the stairs and then

JEREMY.My body had barely stopped shaking when my phone started ringing, and I froze when I saw Damien's name on the screen.Not him again.My fingers curled around the phone, and for a second, I thought about letting it ring until it stopped, but the call kept coming, so I answered with a shaky breath."Yes?"His breathing came through the speaker, rough and uneven, and then he spoke."Jeremy..." he panted. "Come to me."My jaw tightened, but I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. He had the damn nerve to order me about like he owned my life. "I'm not coming anywhere." I lashed out. "Get here," he breathed again, and his voice sounded weaker than usual. "Now. Don't make me wait one more second."I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered his hands, his threats, and every time he'd made me feel like I had no control over my own life."You've got some nerve calling me after everything you've done. I'll kill you even if it's the last thing I do."He coughed, and I heard him str

BLAZE.I left the VIP recovery room, softly closing the door with a soft click, and the lingering aroma of disinfectant hung in the air as I headed down the empty hall. Sergio was just a few meters away, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, but he straightened up as soon as he saw me."How is he?" Sergio asked, his voice lowering."He's resting," I said stiffly as I moved past, my jaw clenched. “The doctor said he's stable for now, but he needs time.”Sergio matched my stride, his boots tapping at the same steady beat as we made our way toward the back exit. "And the Bowscut?""Tear them down," I hissed, my tone devoid of regret or emotion. "I don't want one warehouse still standing, and I don't want anyone linked to Damien to draw breath by first light. Set fire to the whole thing.Sergio gave a single nod and pulled his phone from his pocket as we opened the door that led into the freezing air. "Consider it done."I climbed into the back of the car and sla

AUTHOR’S POV.His eyes opened up to the white room, and he remained perfectly still, pretending to go back to sleep as the nurse checked him.He heard the door slam shut, and his eyes fluttered open, checking the door. He was alone, and he had to act quickly.In one swift, deliberate move, he sat up, tearing the IV needle out of his arm and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The faint had been just that—a stunt, a sham. He moved quickly and coolly, replacing the paper gown with a pair of dark slacks and a simple shirt taken from the vacant janitor's closet, and he emerged through the back service entrance wearing a baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes.He took a ticket from the pocket of a napping traveler's coat at the station and hopped aboard the first train roaring west for Westhaven.The suburban house glowed with a warm porch light, and when he knocked softly on the wood, the door swung open within seconds."Matteo!" Nancy cried, hugging him tightly around his nec

AUTHOR’S POV.The handcuffs felt like they were chafing his wrists as the guards marched him down the back halls of the courthouse annex, guarded by the officers that matched with him.Lucas kept his chin up, refusing to let go of the power he once had.Everything had been perfect. He had been so close to eloping with his family. He was stupid to keep that old passport there.They dragged him into an interrogation room, and into a cold, metal chair, bolted to the floor.He hissed as his elbow met the iron handle of the chair and he gulped. He could smell the officers' coffee on the table and the bleach that had been used to clean the room spotless earlier.The single light above made him mad and he didn't like how it shone on his face, making him feel like a trapped insect.Detective Marsh said nothing, showed his ID card and then pushed a heavy folder across the table toward Lucas, who jumped at the thud. He sat and placed his hands in front of him and the interrogation began."Tell