All Chapters of Sweet Temptation: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

No one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed. -Olivia Gatwood. |L O R E N Z O|"Why would you bring her here?" I glare at Rocco, who still stands like a dumb fucker."So, it was you who sent him?" Tori, her best friend, pinned me with an accusing index finger. "Oh my god! You sent him to kill her. Isn't it?" The expression of pure horror dawned on her face, as if she were realising it just now."How can one be so fucking inhuman?" She snapped at me as if she had every fucking right to. But I kept myself from snapping her neck. "You fucking asshole, you ruined her life." She cursed, and I clenched my fists on either side of me to control myself."I wonder what she even saw in you. If it had not been about that woman, you might have killed her before. I cannot believe she fell in love with a fucking asshole like you. She cried rivers for you when we took her and you!"

I knew from the moment I met you. I would spend a lifetime missing you. -Lee Martens. |L O R E N Z O|"Sarah, we need your help." Rowan said, coming straight to the point. "Yes?" She asked with a little hesitance in her voice yet she was ready to help and that's what matters. "Do you remember him?" I questioned pointing at Mason who stands on the right side of Rowan. Her eyebrows pinched together as she scanned him from bottom to top, in order to find any resemblance or familiarity. "Oh yeah, I do." She answered with a recognised smile. "When I came to meet you I asked you the name of the girl who called the police from here. You said it was Iris." Mason explained to her. "Yup, because that's what she said." She shrugged, simply. Rowan pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his gallery to find a picture of her, Iris, before she turned the screen towards Sarah and asked her, "Was that her?" Sarah looked at the picture

The most fucked up thing the universe can do to a person is send them the love of their life at the same time. -Unknown. |L O R E N Z O|A soft knock appeared on the door and I lifted my head to see Rowan standing at the threshold of the door. To say I am shocked would be an understatement. He have not even spared me a proper glance in the last month and he is here? For what? When I do not say anything, he walked towards me with steady but slow steps. He sat down beside me on the corner of the bed. The room which used to smell of strawberries now smells of grief, sorrow, regrets and alcohol. He planted his hands on the either side of him, on the bed. We sat like that for a few minutes as complete silence engulfed us. "How does it feel?" He was the first one to break the silence with his question that I least expected. I look at him, shocked and confused. He tilted his head to meet my eyes, "Tell me," he insisted. I do not know what

There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they do not yearn to reach out, but because they have tried and found no one who cares. -Richelle E. Goodrich. |L O R E N Z O|"The shipments were recieved yesterday night." Lucas informed me as I checked the payment papers of it. I nod at him before lifting my head as I asked him, "Is he here yet?" Lucas pressed his lips in a thin line as he shook his head.I signed and went back to the piles of papers. It is easier to exhausted myself with these papers than sitting with a free mind which is actually never free. Lucas walked out of the room without any other word. The phone on my table rang and I checked the called id. Nicolas. I heaved a sigh before picking his call. "Hello, Enzo?" Was how he greeted me with a sadness in his voice. "Yea," I responded to let him know about my presence on the other side of the phone. "How are you doing?" He questioned and it just hurts to think about the amount

You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will. -Simon Van Booy. |L O R E N Z O|"Oh, my baby." My mom rubbed my back soothingly as I wrapped my arms around her fragile figure and buried my face in her shoulder. I tried not to break out there and then. I felt my father patting my shoulder. But I kept my mother close and hugged her for as long I could. She held me in her arms until I, myself, let go of her. "What are you doing here?" I asked with narrowed eyes and excitement in my voice. "We heard our one product was not working well." My father said, jokingly. And yes the old man calls his children, products. My mother hit him lightly on his shoulder causing a smile at my lips. "Okay guys time for some food." Zyra announced with Elena in her arms. Everyone quickly scurried towards the dinning table leaving me and mom behind. Mom brushed a few locks of hairs away from my head and looked at me,