All Chapters of Lies Behind Bars: The Hidden Life: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damien did not know why he had done anything that night. Yes, Sam had asked him to get closer to her, but he could not understand why he was flirting so much with her. When he asked her for dinner, he had his own motives; he had to hear what she had to say without making her think she was uncomfortable. He had no idea why he brought her to his house. He had even winked. He was trying to clear his mind as he cooked, but Lila dropped a few words here and there while he was cooking. He wanted to have the silence, but he was still grateful. He plated the mac and cheese and cleaned the sides of the plate before taking both plates to the dining table. He came back in and tapped her shoulders; she stirred a bit and looked at him. "When did I fall asleep?" she murmured, rubbing the sides of her face. "I wonder when," he said, shrugging as he walked towards the cabinets. "It must have taken you a while to get the meal ready," she said as she let out an extremely long and loud yawn. "But i

Arietta sat across from Oliver; they had barely said any words to each other, and at this point, she was waiting for them to get the check and out of there. She did not know why, but he was not saying anything, and just sitting there angered her more. She sort of had high hopes of meeting him that evening, but it seemed like everything was going south. She pressed her lips together and cleared her throat. "If you are eating, then maybe we should be going," she said. If she had had her ride there, then maybe she would have stormed out of anger, but she did not want to have to go through the trouble of getting a taxi by herself and getting home all by herself. She knew now to always bring along a car and driver if she was going to drink. "Already?" he asked, lifting his eyes, and she could swear that this was the first time she had seen his eye since they sat down. The expression running wild in them was weird to her; she had only ever known him as this confident man, but here he was

Lila looked up at the ceiling; she had left Damien's house, but she could not sleep as her mind kept going back to what had happened. They ended up on the floor after Damien had drunk a lot. He was wasted, and she could not place the reason he was drinking that much. When she noticed that she had to cover him up since she could break his rule to take him upstairs, she secured the room downstairs, but there was nothing to cover up with. She came and sat beside him on the floor as he was spread out with his feet and arms around the place. "Damien," she said in a soft, low voice in case he had a headache. He stirred and turned to the sister. She held his shoulder and shook him a bit so he could wake up and get into his room. "Damien," she called again, but all he did in response was to rub his hands over his face and turn to the other side again; he was almost on his belly now. "What do I do?" She knew how to handle drunk men, but she was not sure she could handle him, considering he

Lila was a bit worried, but she was trying to push down the feelings she had been feeling back down her body. She hated that she was concerned about him; if he would act as if they were strangers after she thought there was a real connection between them, then that was on him and not her. She sent him a message after their evening to thank him, but he never sent a message back. She had a hard day yesterday as well; she could not stop feeling guilty about the woman she killed, and yet she still had to push herself to work. She even decided to work harder just because she could not help herself. She could not pay for her sins and did not want to wallow in self-pity as much as she felt guilty about the situation.Her ringing phone brought her back from her thoughts. She stared at her phone, shocked, because even though she had given him her number, she never thought they would talk over the phone. "Why would he call me?" she murmured to herself as she took up the phone, contemplating wh

"Has Oliver reached out?" Evangeline asked. Since Gavin told her that he was interested in doing business with him, she had been checking in every day. Oliver had said that he would be the one to reach out and that Gvain did not need to act like a lost puppy around him pleading and asking him to help him; he was going to help him and would wish to do so without being pressured by him. "He has not." "Why don't we just check up on him to make sure that he has not forgotten?" Evangeline said. She couldn't wait to be able to get into places she had been denied access to before. Gavin was not quite yet on the level she needed him to be, and she was going to push him until he got there. "He said he was going to call me when he was ready." "Who knows he might have forgotten?" she said aggigated. She had seen a glimmer of hope, and she was not ready to let it go. How could she? This was her only opportunity to soar higher and bigger than she would have thought. "Why would he forget?" "W