All Chapters of Dangerous Liaisons: Love in the Shadows: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

When did you slip in, Susan?" I inquired, my voice laced with a feigned nonchalance. "I must admit, I didn't even catch a glimpse of you." The words, thoughtfully chosen, concealed the undercurrent of curiosity that surged within me, hidden beneath the façade of casual conversation.As my question hung in the air, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere. The smile that had graced Susan's face vanished as if it were a fleeting mirage, leaving behind a void of warmth and cordiality. The transformation was striking, for the mask of pleasantness that she had worn so effortlessly had now dissolved, revealing the true contours of her emotions. Her countenance, once a portrait of congeniality, now bore the unmistakable marks of displeasure.A veil of discomfort settled upon Susan's countenance, casting a shadow over her expression as she mustered a response. Her voice carried a subtle edge of dissatisfaction as she addressed the matter at hand. "Why did you choose to don his clothes?" The

His response came with a reassuring tone, "Don't worry, I'll call someone from our mansion to pick me up," he said, his voice carrying a casual calmness.My lips curl into a genuine smile. "Thanks," I expressed, my voice carrying a hint of appreciation. Diyo was the only close companion I had and I was deep down happy because of how faithful he was towards me despite of how I treated him all this time.Diyo's voice carried a sense of urgency, his words laced with a playful glint in his eye. "Just go, now, before I change my mind," he urged, a mischievous undertone coloring his tone."Yeah, I am," I responded, “see you later in the mansion.” I jingled the keys in my hand and started walking towards the car.………On other sideThe room was filled with a quiet stillness. Carmine's voice, deep and resonant, seemed to echo through the space, carrying with it an unspoken weight. "So, you're really going, huh?" His words, tinged with a somberness.Isabella's response was accompanied by a firm

The Diyo's question lingered in the air, “If I’m not wrong, are you going to pay respect to their new graves?” His words, like a gentle breeze, brushed against my heavy heart.A heavy sigh escaped my lips, carrying with it the weight of emotions that swirled within me like a tempestuous storm. "Yeah, you know, at this point, I'm actually planning to visit them," I replied, my voice laced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.I couldn't help but feel many of emotions intertwining within me. It was a bittersweet mix of longing, nostalgia, and a deep sense of reverence. The thought of standing before their graves, tracing my fingers along the cold stone markers, somehow terrified me. I knew this visit would undoubtedly reopen wounds that had not yet fully healed, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions that had been carefully tucked away.Diyo, feeling the weight of my solitude, extended a comforting gesture, his eyes brimming with empathy. "Hey, you know what? If you don't feel li

Regret gnawed at me, a relentless pang in the depth of my being, for not seizing the opportunity when I held the power in my hands. The echo of that hesitation haunted me now as I struggled against his grip, a futile attempt to wrench myself free from his suffocating hold.I regret not pulling the trigger when I had the chance. The lamentation echoed in the recesses of my mind, a constant reminder of the momentary lapse that denied me the satisfaction of breaking free from his manipulation. But in this moment, ensnared within his grasp, my futile attempts to break away only reinforced the steeliness of his control.Clyde's disdainful words reverberated in the stifling atmosphere, each syllable dripping with a mocking certainty. "It's useless," he declared, a cruel dismissal of my struggles. His words, a taunt, bore down upon me, rendering my efforts feeble against the unyielding grip he held over me."So why don't you drop your pathetic efforts and listen to me?" His condescending com

I stood there, an unwavering presence amidst the storm that had just swept through. A gentle sigh escaped my lips, barely audible in the hushed atmosphere that surrounded me. "Finally, she left," I whispered softly.Carmine, with a thoughtful expression on his face, tried to mend the rift that had formed in the wake of Jasmine's departure. "Yeah, you know, she's not all that terrible. It's just that she tends to have these mood swings," he said, his voice filled with empathy and a touch of defensiveness, given that he was her brother.As our conversation continued, Carmine smoothly transitioned to a new topic, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. "Hey, by the way, I heard that you're planning to pay your respects to your grandma's grave tomorrow," he mentioned, his words carrying a gentle undertone of empathy.Caught off guard by his observation, I paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. The thought of visiting my grandmother had been lingering in the