Page 152 of Sinner's Obsession


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I play with the bracelet, and she says, “Wait a few more days. The second your signal is back, Kieran will be on his way here.”

A sigh rolls out of my tongue. “He’s going to be so mad.”

“Just come with me.”

“I found my place, and I love it.”

“He will never forgive you.”

“Kieran will because he loves me.”

She snorts and says, “Monsters don’t love.”

“I think monsters can love the most, in their very own fucked-up way.”

“I never thought you’d fall for someone like him, but then you have had a crush on him since I can remember.” Her eyes wander toward the window. “Who is that woman?”

“My uncle got all defensive when I asked about her.”

“How can he help one woman escape while he’s holding another captive? This situation makes me sick.”

As the conversation ends, Chiara turns to her side and her breathing evens out.

I slide out of bed and tiptoe out of my room. Relying on memory, I step inside his office, looking to find the phone I left.

I hoped I would find some phone calls and a few messages from Kieran, but there’s nothing. Hurt transforms into anger, and the next second I redial it. The sound of glass clinking on the table greets me and my throat dries again. His silence is deafening.

“Kieran.”

“I trusted you, I let you in. I was a fool, wasn’t I?”

“Stop saying things that are not true, please.”

“I thought you were happy with me, but then it was the only way. Escape by making me love you. But, sweetheart, nothing you could ever do can make me let you go.”

It’s as if my words don’t even register.

My heart can’t deal with a hurt Kieran.

“I love you.”

He hisses. I should have told him the moment my heartbeats weaved those three words.

“You left. There’s no need for lies anymore.”

“I am in love with you.”

He hangs up. I stare at the phone. The pain suffocates me at the thought I’ve lost him. I drag myself to the sofa and plop on it.

This is how my uncle finds me.

“What happened?”

“My husband doesn’t believe me, so...” I don’t recognize my voice ringing with despair, but this is exactly how I feel.

“Sleep for a bit.”

I can’t. Instead, I roam through the house and find an indoor pool. I shed my clothes and dive right in. When I can’t feel my arms anymore, I pull myself up. I dry myself and the moment my back hits the lounge, sleep drags me under.

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