Chapter 62 Desperate lies
Isla’s POV.
“Where have you been all day? I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’ve been home. I just needed some space.” I said, pulling my bedsheet down to my legs.
“Why do you suddenly need some time alone? Are you okay honey?”
“Yeah, I’m okay… just family issues, I’ll be fine.”
A lie.
I didn’t really need space, I just needed time.
Time to confirm my doubts because I think I’m being screwed in my own thoughts.
I’ve been in my shitty thoughts lately and it’s killing me.
“Can I see you? We could talk over a drink…”
I let out a deep heart aching sigh.
Oh God. Screw me. I haven’t felt this pathetic in my life.
“I don’t think we should do that today. I have something I need to do.”
“Okay. I won’t push further. Don’t get over worked sweetheart,” he said, voice husky.
“Sure… I won’t.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
The phone went dead.
My head laid down on the bed, heart thudding, legs rolling on the sheets.
My body suddenly started surging with heat.
Thank goodness I didn’t have to face him at the office today.
He always tends to know whatever was going on in my head, or just acted like he had been in my head.
I finally decided to go for a walk in the garden, at least to clear my head.
The house looked quieter than usual. The guard posts were scanty unlike before, the servants were fewer.
The sun was so hot, I felt like my skin would burn.
I sometimes find peace in walking down the quiet hallway alone, it kind of eased my mind.
When I got to the garden, I wasn’t expecting to see any one, especially Lucia.
The last time she appeared here was a few months back, on the phone with my father or whoever it was.
I didn’t say anything, I just walked past pretending not to see her.
“You’re here,” she said, walking beside me.
My hand reached for a seat, and I sank into it.
She sat beside me, legs crossed, eyes sharp.
“How’s your life been? You look better than I had expected.”
Anger tightened in my chest, but I held it back.
“Unlike you. Thought you always had venomous words to offer.” I said, voice cold.
She sighed, seating up right.
“You must hate me so much.”
A cold chill ran through my veins.
Who wouldn’t hate someone that is determined to make your life miserable.
But funny enough, I didn’t know how to hate her.
My heart should burn whenever I see her, but it didn’t.
Maybe I didn’t blame her. Maybe she wasn’t worth my emotions.
“I don’t hate you.” I spoke out.
There was this flicker in her eyes I hadn’t seen before.
Ever since the day I set my eyes on her, there had never been any shed of warmth in her eyes.
She always had this cruel sharp look of a killer.
“I just feel pity for you, Lucia.”
“Hmmm, really. What makes you say that?”
“And I also feel thankful to you too.”
“Why? She whispered.
“If you didn’t show up, I wouldn’t have known my stand in this family.”
She let out a faint laughter. “Interesting. You didn’t have a place before I came or you couldn’t make him look at you.”
Heat flared through my bones.
“I wasn’t here to make him look at me. I wasn’t interested in him anyway.”
“I see the way his brother looks at you. Those eyes tells something different.”
The heat flared hotter, I folded my fingers into a fist.
“You’re so close to them. You must know them too well.” I replied.
“Yes. We grew up together.”
Looks like I’m the outsider here. I still have a lot of things to learn.
“Then you must be able to differentiate the twins from each other.”
Maybe this was an opportunity to get an information about them.
“Do you really think he liked you at first or…” she said, voice bold.
“What do you mean?” My body trembled.
She turned facing me, our eyes locked on each other.
“I overheard a conversation between Damian and Dante last night.”
“Even if we’re foes, I think I should say this. Do you know which twin you’re married to?”
Not again. Why’s everyone messing with my head?
Did she know something about the marriage that I didn’t?
Was he really lying to me? Or this another trick she was also playing on me?
If there is a time to seek the truth, it has to be now.
“You’re actually married to Damian, not Dante.”
My ears twitched, words rang like a bullet in them.
“What? You must be joking right?”
“Hahaha. Stupid you! You think Dante liked you at first? You were being played like the fool that you are.”
My eyes blurred, I could barely feel my feet on the floor.
“You think you’ve arrived because you gained his attention?”
No no no. So it wasn’t really a joke all along.
So those signs I felt earlier were true, I’ve been living in a lie all along?
I was thinking it was all love… it was my illusion.
“I was thinking you were smart. You just killed my doubts for you.”
“Even with all the evidence in front of you, you can’t even point out who your husband was.”
She slowly rose from her seat. “It sounds funny every time I get to see your miserable face.”
She turned and walked away.
I just breathed. I felt so empty and useless.
The person I’ve been dreaming about and giving my body to was actually the Don?
My husband? All these were just part of their plans?
I tried to open my mouth, but words couldn’t come.
I couldn’t cry either, my throat went dry. And my lungs?
Confusion consumed me whole. The only time I’ve felt this way was the day I lost my mother.
My life has been a joke.
I’ve been living in a lie that was designed so beautifully by the same man I had swore not to be with.