All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Emma "Ah, yes, the pregnancy. About that," the doctor notes, pulling a chair to sit on as he gives me soft eyes that upset me more than the words falling from his mouth. Scratch that; it's the horror of hearing what he's saying and the fact he feels sorry for me that hurts the most. "I ran a few more tests whilst you were under. I wanted to ensure you were as healthy as possible, but the results I received differed significantly from the ones from earlier this week. So I had them rerun three more times with different blood draws." "What are you saying?" "You were never pregnant, I'm afraid. Someone replaced your genuine results for force ones."Replaced. Never pregnant? "Bianca!"I snarl in contempt. This has her written all over it. How could she? What drives her to create fake news, big news, with the intent to hurt her sister— a life that's inadvertently was something I desperately wanted despite having initially been apprehensive about trying for a baby despite that being expec

Dimitri MorettaThere's a fine line between moral and immoral, and I am notorious for walking that line when the need arises. Of course, Lucia keeps me grounded, but when she's not around me, all hell breaks loose regarding my protocols for dealing with a situation. Fear is always a palpable flavour that sticks in the air, clinging to every fibre. It's almost as if I can taste it now, sticking out my tongue to see where the room lies before I've even made eye contact with one person inside it. It also helps my men be an extension of me, easily able to read the room just as I can. One look between us, and they move to do as I wish. They are one of the reasons I've been at the helm of my organisation for as long as I have been.That may be why I like to take a few of my men anywhere I go and why I like to leave my wife at home when, technically, she should be right beside me where she belongs. But even with her manning the fort at home, her opinions still have some sway over my mind, i

LucaEmma refuses to go back to bed, either to the medical room or our own. Her first port of call is to visit Anna; she requests food and lots of it. Fruits and meats. Olives and dates. And I can only agree, watching her eat—joining her eat. I sit beside her, cradling her back to ensure she doesn't fall off the stall—scared she might become lightheaded at any moment. I watch her eat; her appetite is hearty and very well-needed. If she is to heal, she needs her strength."When did you last eat?" I ask her with piqued curiosity."Dinner," she exclaims between mouthfuls. "This night, you woke me up to accompany Bianca home.""That was days ago," I worry, chewing my bottom lip as she reaches for the olives, which she pops several in her mouth."Would you like a proper meal?" Anna asks. "You need your strength."Soup!" Emma nods. "And some of your seeded bread. That sounds so good," she answers, almost drooling."Of course," Anna agrees all too eagerly. Frowning, I think of the meal I o

"Having morals doesn't make you a bad man, Luca.""Tell my father that," I shrug. I lean my chin on Emma's head and look across my beautiful gardens. My little slice of heaven in my own compound. I forgot how utterly beautiful this property is. I've lacked the initiative to genuinely appreciate the home I've made for myself. Yet another thing to thank Emma for."I will. When the time is right, and the truth is needed, l will put him in his place. I've never been afraid of Dimitri, Luca.""I know," I scoff. "I think that was the problem, honestly.""Problem?""You never felt fear; I'm not sure you do now either. My father admired that in you, but he also hated it. And I think I know why now.""Why?" She asks quietly, thoughtfully."The same reason he's kept me from studying the protocols of being the Don. Because you're a born leader, whereas I am not. I'm a follower, Emma.""What does that mean?" She questions me with confusion. It's evident, even if only in her tone. I rethink my dec

These questions are slowly killing me and multiplying in their ludicrous way.A slow form of torture that seemingly wants me to fall under its spell. "Perhaps she's always been that way. Behaviour like that usually begins early on. But people like Bianca learn to hide their true selves," Niko shrugs. His arm tightens around me, and for a daring moment, I allow myself to feel protected by him.This man—supposedly—is my brother, but after all that's happened, I'm not entirely sure whether I want to believe those DNA results. Frowning, I allow the possibility that he's not genuinely my brother to flit through me. Though we don't know one another that deeply just yet, I wouldn't want to lose Niko—not after he saved my life back at my father's compound, there's a debt in that service that I'll never be able to pay him back for, brother or not."The DNA," I question, avoiding his gaze as I talk into the garden. "Where did those results come from?""A private clinic. Why?" He replies."Cou