All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

It has me thinking. Forgiveness is not warranted, but me holding onto my malice is just hurting me. Luca was right, though I don't forgive my sister. Allowing myself to move past her upsetting actions will release me from the hold I've found myself drowning in.Bianca's guilt is another thing she'll have to live with despite my forgiveness."I forgive you," I mutter breathlessly as I hold her in a headlock."What?" She shouts."I forgive you, Bianca.""Why?" She asks."It's simple: I forgive you because I can. I won't be held prisoner by the upset and anger your actions caused."Letting go of her, she moves away, taking her stance once again before me. We regard each other with hooded eyes, and I see the confusion melting through her. What she doesn't realise is that perhaps forgiving herself would unleash her from the guilt prison she has herself in. But I'm not about to make her see the light. She deserves to stay imprisoned.Suddenly, she kicks out at my stomach, winding me as pain

"So, are you ready?" Emma asks, pushing her food around her plate again. I'd argue with her, but I've had about enough of arguing with her regarding protecting this pregnancy we both crave. So I fill my mouth with food instead, choosing to take a back seat, if only for this evening. "Of course she is, there's no pressure. We both know we're only doing this because Dimitri is forcing us," Niko quips. "Niko..." I warn. "You'll learn to love one another," Emma notes, ignoring his jibe about the whole situation. Honestly, it makes sense, and the longer I've considered my father's idea, the more I realised how good this is for not only us as a group wanting to keep something as important as DNA concealed but also for Bianca, as her life depends on this communion. I think Niko knows this, and perhaps the drive to agree is not for me as a friend and leader but more so because there's doubt Emma could take another blow, like losing her sister. One thing I'm grateful for, in hindsight no

I suppose for me, she's always been the one to look up to because my mother never had a say or knowledge of half the things my father had gotten up to. She just turned a blind eye and ignored the bad because the good was good enough to be stupidly in love. Obviously, over the years, she realised what type of man she married, but even then, she stayed.Maybe if she had left, our lives would have been different, or perhaps they would have been worse. We'll never know now...which reminds me. I'm still yet to plan their funerals, and things seem kind of backwards marrying Niko and Bianca first. But I guess we can always pretend that their wedding was planned beforehand. This is definitely something we need to discuss tonight."Come, let's get the dinner party started," Dimitri grins.We do indeed get the dinner party started. His grand dining room is fit for kings and queens. The table is plain with the best silverware and plates Dimitri probably owns. And there in the midst of the table

Six months later LucaAs I stare at Emma sitting in our garden with her stomach round and protruding, one hand rubbing it absently, I think over the events that led up to this moment.Things haven't always been easy for us, far from.Falling in love with her at such a young age gave my father the weakness he needed to exploit to keep me in check. He had his gun trained on her one too many times with only our knowledge to make me do as he wished. Taking her away from me made me thicken my skin; that was the most suitable decision he ever made and probably will ever make regarding me and my future. Without that singular choice, I don't know if I would ever have become the man everyone fears. The loss of Emma was monumental in creating the drive I lacked beforehand. I suppose I should be thankful to my father; without his input, Emma's and my child's safety would be at risk more than it is.The sun shines down on her as if telling me to watch my beautiful wife as she walks alongside t

EmmaAs I look down into my baby's eyes, I forget all the hardship her labour created only moments ago. She has the deepest shade of mahogany brown hair that covers her head and curls by her ears, yet her eyes seem somewhat light—perhaps they'll be a shade of blue like mine or a deep shade of marbled grey.Her looks remarkably resemble both of ours, yet it seems she favours her father more. It's in her straight nose, sharp jawline, and chin that resembles his. I know this might change; in fact, there's a sure certainty that my daughter will evolve rapidly, but right now, I couldn't be happier to meet her, especially to have her resemble her father in such ways. My world re-centres around her, making everything else seem dim in comparison to her. I've never felt love like this. It pulls my insides as something imaginary envelopes the pair of us. It feels like a bubble, one that's missing one person—the very man waiting to meet his daughter properly. "Hello, my darling," I hum quietly