All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

OliviaAs the scenery passed by in a blur outside the car window, I felt a gnawing apprehension. Layla’s territory was approaching. I stole a glance at Nathan; his grip on the steering wheel was firm, but his face was an impassive mask.“You okay?” I ventured.He nodded. “Just thinking about what we’re about to find out. If anything.”“Why Layla?” I finally asked. “How does she play into all of this?”Nathan shrugged. “Her pack is known for recordkeeping,” he replied. “I want to do some research on the history of my pack; particularly my family. As I’m sure you can tell, my dad isn’t exactly open about that sort of thing. And my mom…”His voice faltered. I cocked my head to the side, confused. “What about her?” I asked.“It’s probably nothing,” he replied. “But she’s not answering her phone.”I was a bit taken aback. I didn’t know Maria very well, but she didn’t seem like the type to ignore her son’s phone calls. And after that strange dinner party last night, it all seemed a little f

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

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

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

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