True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had to run away again, this time I travelled abroad. Throughout my story, I ensured to make eye contact with Jack any time I could. I needed him to see how truthful I was. Because nothing, absolutely nothing I was saying to him was a lie. He was the first one in a long time to get the truth out of me. I noticed the way his eyes widened as soon as I said the national news. He was still a police officer then, so he probably heard about it. "That man... It was you?" He asked pointing at me.

He saw the despair in Sylvie's eyes as she watched him leave while the beggars tore off her dress. His heart ached as regret enveloped him. Looking up, Connor said to Nick, "Help me find out whether Anna hired those beggars." Nick hesitated briefly before passing a folder to Connor. "I already investigated the matter while you were unconscious, Mr. Shaw. It was… indeed Ms. Larson who hired those beggars to frame Mrs. Shaw… "Mr. Shaw? Mr. Shaw!" Connor's body was shaking as he coughed violently. He ended up coughing up a mouthful of blood.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart missed a beat and I blinked rapidly as I slowly turned to face him. “What if I tell you, I did lots of investigation and…” he paused and looked into my eyes. “Gracious moon goddess, Layla,.I'm trying so hard not to say this. It might break your heart, you might …” hr trailed off as he ran his hands through his hair. I swallowed hard and my heartbeat raced. The suspense was making me break. “W-what!” I stuttered. “ What truth?” He exhaled a little as if he was trying to get rid of a heavy burden in his chest and his eyes looked so sunken like he wanted to cry.

The voice says as my vision grows dark. I try to fight the haze that is taking over my body. Witch Doctor? Voodoo Doll? His words don’t make sense and I’m struggling to stay awake. Am I seriously about to end up as a fucking true crime podcast? Looks like I wasn’t so paranoid, Betty! I sarcastically think as my world fades to black and my fate becomes unknown.

"Wendy, why? Why won't you just tell me the truth?" Trisha gripped my chin mockingly, sneering, "Quite the performance you've put on. Who are you kneeling for, you murderess? Playing the dutiful daughter-in-law? I bet you're just afraid that someone might be watching! Well, not everyone is fooled by your act!" I struggled desperately to break free from her grip when suddenly, the memory on the screen shifted. A group of people approached the cemetery. I was shoved into a burlap sack, then blows rained down on me. The sickening crack of my ribs fractured the air between their snarled curses, and soon, blood began to seep through the sack.

Intrigue washing across her face. She holds her breath, obviously spellbound by whatever cock and bull story I have fed them over the last few hours since I was let go. Silence settles around us. The entire news crew of Let’s Hear The Truth stands behind her, watching us. And I know millions of others are watching me too. Waiting to hear the full truth of what happened there. My truth. Memory drifts back to when Kate Rivers, host of Let’s Hear The Truth, called me three hours ago for an exclusive.

I asked, looking into her bright eyes to see the truth in them as she answered me. “Even if they feel it necessary to hide things through the bond at this very moment. I know they will inform you, or at least I’m certain the bloodwolf can’t keep a secret to save his life, and Cian will break the moment you look at him with those bright green eyes.” I had to laugh at that, a real one, something I had not done forever it felt like. “I will tell them when the time is right, but right now I think they have more than enough on their plates for me to add to it.”

"I am going to ask you once, were you on a call with the person who did all this?" Gregory has studied agent Ross and knew what he was capable of. Agent Ross made direct eye contact when asking a question, agent Ross would blink, and the suspect or victim would do the same. If they did the same, they would know the victim or suspect was telling him what he wanted to hear, which would be a lie. "No, if you check my records, you would see I have a clean record, and I do everything by the book, so I have nothing to hide?"

I froze, locked into his pitch-black eyes. “Just tell me the truth and I won’t hurt you. That’s a promise.”

--- Beside Me Anna rereads the final line slowly. Carefully. --- Her Voice "You believe her." --- Truth Immediate. Absolute. --- Xavier "Yes." --- Silence The room grows even quieter. --- Because If Elena was telling the truth— Then someone inside my company helped bury her death. --- Worse That person may still be there. --- Dominic "We need to verify the letter." --- My Eyes Lift Good. A rational response. --- Dominic Continues "Handwriting." "Paper age." "Ink analysis." --- Truth Any other day, I would agree.