Cruel Lies by Lilian Harris EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Lilian Harris
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: City Life Fiction
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Publish Date: March 13, 2023
NICOLETTE
SOMETIMES THE PEOPLE WHO HURT US THE MOST ARE THE ONES THAT ARE
supposed to love us.
That’s how I ended up here—in the woods being chased by a killer. It’s
impossible to outrun him, and eventually he’ll catch up.
The blistering swell of his footfalls echoes through the nearly pitch-black
forest, the moon providing me with just enough light.
My breathing comes in burning gasps as I rush barefoot through the
darkness, swallowed up into the night.
There’s no other sound here at all. Nothing but him.
My predator.
My killer.
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My pulse beats in my ears, slamming in my throat.
Run. Just keep running.
I can’t believe they found me. I’ve been running for so long—about a
year now since she died—yet I knew eventually my past would catch up with
me. That I’d become prey once again.
I’ve been hiding out from place to place, afraid to stay still for even a
moment, afraid of this very thing. But in the end, the villain always wins.
My sister’s murderer has found me, and he’s planning to take me out
next. Or at least one of his men is.
Giancarlo Marino, the boss of the Messina crime family, was my sister’s
father-in-law…and also the man she’d been foolishly having an affair with.
The one she got pregnant by. And that’s what got her killed.
I was there hiding in the closet of her bedroom, recording her fight with
Giancarlo. And that’s when he shot her.
I stayed in that closet, trembling, afraid that if he heard a sound, I’d be
next. But he didn’t discover me. He walked out as though nothing had
happened.
Once enough time had passed, I came out of hiding, and when I saw my
sister’s blank expression staring back at me, blood pooling around her body, I
sobbed. She may have been cruel to me, but she didn’t deserve that. Even
after all this time, I can’t get the image of her out of my mind.
Whenever I go to sleep—and I use that word loosely—I see that night
over and over. I hear her desperation right before death claimed her. I hear
that pop of his bullet and the silence after.
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