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#Chapter 132: The Secret Historian
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Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 133: Revelations
OliviaThe weight of the revelations at Layla’s pack had settled in by the time we reached home.The comforting familiarity of the villa was juxtaposed by the layers of unknown mysteries that now shadowed our thoughts.Nathan paced, his fingers brushing his chin in thought while I sank down onto the couch.“The historian… I have a couple of names that come to mind, but I’m not sure,” he mused.“Who do you think?” I asked, cocking my head.Nathan furrowed his brows as he thought. “Well, first I thought it might be Evelyn Meyes. But then, Evelyn’s always been fiercely loyal to my dad. Then, there’s Isabelle Frankfort... but she’s much younger than 83, so that doesn’t fit either.”I listened, my mind wandering. Layla’s information was helpful, but unfortunately not helpful enough. It was bound to take some time to figure this all out, assuming the records even still existed.“If this ‘Greta’ woman was as trustworthy as Layla claimed, there’s still the risk of the records being lost to ti
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 134: Secret Library
The chilling air of the basement enveloped us as we descended the old, creaky steps, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the villa above.Nathan and I were surrounded by remnants of the past, items long forgotten yet holding stories of days gone by. The room was a cacophony of memories, both joyful and painful.“Wow,” Nathan whispered, his voice echoing in the vast room. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been down here even once since I moved in. I had forgotten about half of this stuff.”I felt the same way, my eyes scanning old toys and costumes, an entire childhood boxed up and forgotten. “Honestly, I didn’t even think that my aunt would have saved any of this stuff,” I said, blinking back a few tears. “Maybe she was more sentimental than I realized.”Picking up a worn-out crown out of a tattered cardboard box, I let out a chuckle.“Remember when we used to play kings and queens?” I asked, grinning.Nathan’s face lit up with recognition upon seeing the old plastic crown, with its plastic jewels
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 135: Uncovered Memories
Nathan“Could Aunt Gertrude really have been ‘Greta’?” Olivia asked, her voice filled with a dreamlike wonder. “The historian?”I swallowed. “I don’t know,” I murmured, slowly walking up to one of the shelves tucked into the wall. “Let’s find out.”Dust motes swirled in the dim sunlight that was bleeding through the single tiny window in the wall. I reached for a hefty, leather-bound tome nestled snugly between its companions on a particularly old shelf. The spine was unmarked, the edges worn by time.I slowly pulled it out, and a cloud of dust erupted, causing Olivia to sneeze from across the room.“What have you got there?” she asked, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face which had come loose from her bun earlier when we were messing with our old costumes.“I’m not sure yet.” I cautiously opened the book, revealing a delicate, handwritten title: The True History of the Evergreens.My heart skipped a beat. That was the name of our pack. This was it: the exact information I h
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 136: Unearthed
OliviaThe first thing I noticed was the cold. Stone isn’t exactly known for its warmth, especially when you’ve slept on it all night.Slowly, the events of the night came back to me. Nathan and I must have been so wrapped up in a world of scattered old books filled with ancient lore and forgotten family trees that we must have fallen asleep right where we sat, forgetting about the existence of beds entirely.Pushing myself into a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes, trying to chase away the heaviness of unexpected sleep. Every muscle in my body ached. Nathan’s face came into view beside me as I blinked against the morning light.His disheveled tawny hair gave him an adorably rugged appearance, but his blue-green eyes rang clear and true. He was looking at me. I instantly felt my cheeks flush a little.“Morning,” I murmured, stretching out my sore limbs.He looked up, eyes still blurry from sleep, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Morning.” He slowly sat up beside me and groane
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 137: Home
NathanWe spent the remainder of the morning poring over what books were left, but found nothing more about Edward.If Olivia’s aunt did record the history of my dad and his elusive brother, those records were here; but something told me that maybe, by the time she was prepared to write it all down, she was too old.She was 83 when she passed away, after all. I never saw her much after Olivia and her father were evicted, but I was pretty certain that her health wasn’t the best. Maybe she didn’t have the strength to keep working on these records.Or maybe she was scared.The cold weight of the phone in my hand felt like the world, pressing in, making it hard to think. My fingers instinctively saved my mom’s voicemail, even as my brain struggled to process the panic in my mother’s voice.Olivia was beside me, her expression one of silent support, her warm hand on my shoulder, grounding me. I forced a shaky breath, trying to hold back the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me.
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 138: The Weight of Sorrow
OliviaThe police officer's gaze was steady but filled with a sorrow I recognized immediately.I had seen it before, back when my own family had faced tragedy. The weight of the news he bore was evident in his posture, the hesitance of his stance, the way his fingers gripped his hat. I instantly felt myself fill with dread.“Officer Lawson,” Nathan murmured, his voice wavering just a tad. “What's wrong?”“I’m so sorry, Nathan,” Lawson began, clearing his throat, “It's about your mother.”A heavy silence settled over us, broken only by the chirping of birds and the soft rustle of trees. Nathan’s eyes widened slightly. “What about her?”Lawson took a deep breath. “Nathan, your mother was found… dead.”Nathan’s face blanched. He let out a wry, disbelieving chuckle. “You’re kidding,” he murmured, the quiver in his voice betraying the words that came out of his mouth. “Who put you up to this?”Officer Lawson slowly shook his head, his shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry, Nathan.”There was a lon
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 139: The Funeral
OliviaThe sun hung low, its weak rays straining through a thick blanket of gray clouds. It seemed as though even the heavens mourned the day.The vast expanse of the cemetery was dotted with mourners, their dark clothes contrasting starkly with the vibrantly green grass.It was strangely warm out for a spring day, and muggy as the clouds threatened to burst forth with rain. A stray gnat, awoken too early for the season, buzzed around my head and persisted despite my swatting.But at that moment, none of it mattered to me. Not the cold breeze that swept my hair, not the looming gravestone, and not even the soft murmurs of condolences that buzzed around.All that mattered was Nathan.His shoulders, slumped with sorrow, sagged even more under the weight of the loss. He stood silently, eyes fixed on the ground, his face drained of any color. The priest’s words fell on deaf ears for most of us. The ache in my heart was almost unbearable, seeing him like this.Nathan had hardly spoken a wo
Fake Vow, True Luna #Chapter 140: Stolen Kisses, Hidden Secrets
OliviaAs my foot landed on the top stair, the thick carpet underfoot seemed to mute my every step, making me soundless.The grand hallway before me was dimly lit by sconces on either side, their gentle flames throwing long, eerie shadows.Each door was closed, and I realized that I didn't actually have a clue where Jenifer might have gone. Why I was following her, I couldn’t quite understand. Curiosity? Distrust? Did I expect to find her in the midst of something evil with Colin? Or was it something else entirely?I stopped at the top of the stairs for a moment and cast a glance back down to see that the foyer was still empty. For a moment, I considered turning back around and heading back downstairs.Olivia, your curiosity will be the death of you, my father’s voice echoed in my mind.I swallowed and kept going, although I had no clue where I was headed.But then, from the far end of the corridor, a muted sound reached my ears—a whisper. Almost instinctively, I found myself drawn to
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