Third Person POVPatti had known that Katya was a liar.Katya’s eyes never held the same sincerity as others. Patti had seen that from the start. It was obvious to Patti that Katya was not what she appeared to be.Patti had never known someone who could be so mean.Patti tried not to let things upse
“Stop it.” Vera pleaded.“I would love too.” Katya replied sweetly. “It brings me no pleasure to hurt a child.”“Then don’t.” Vera choked out as Patti seemed like she was about to start bleeding, “That depends on you.” Katya laid out. Voice as gentle and lilting as ever.A stomach-turning ice settl
Third Person POVVera wanted Katya gone.The obvious approach would not work. Katya was too slippery. But Vera was sneaky too.Vera also had something Katya did not. Vera had Patti. She could do anything with her sister’s help.Katya would regret scorning Patti and her mom.The girls went through se
Not when poor Vera was so sick.“Lionel!” Katya scolds. “You can’t just send me away.”“Vera is ill.” Lionel countered. “I need to focus on her.”“I am their mother.” Katya stomps her foot. “It’s not fair that she is staying when I am being sent away.”Lionel’s impatience becomes frustration. A bit
Third Person POVKatya was annoyed.Everything had been going so well. She predicted that she could have broken Lionel’s relationship up within a few more weeks. She would have even taken back her rightful place by the girls’ 7(th) birthday in a month or two.Those little brats through everything of
“As for the cheating…” Katya scoffs. “How else was I supposed to make you look at me when you refused to touch me outside of the marriage contract conditions?”Katya allows her real annoyance to come forward at that. Katya is a good actress for a reason. Th best lies are those told with truth in the
Nan’s POVIt was a melody in my head.“You are the woman I love…The one I intend of spending the rest of my life with…”The words were live wires between us. Connecting his words to my entirety. Every second pulsing with electric tension.His emotions rang true with each syllable. The sincerity burn
My humble background was splattered for all eyes to see. Questions about my qualifications as a wedding designer were aired. My relationship with Lionel was under a fine microscope.All of that I could handle. There were no lies there. Nothing I had not thought or considered myself was in those init