𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

28 || WEAVER OF LIES

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT | WEAVER OF LIES
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Natalia refused to cry despite the fear and the betrayal that filled her chest. Tears stung her eyes, her lower lip shaking with the silent threat of tears but she persevered and remained silent, glaring at the back of the head of the traitor as he continued driving, his hands on the steering wheel and her hands bound behind her with unbreakable rope.

"Don't even fucking about it."

Natalia lowered her bound legs, the reddened skin on her side a reminder of what would happen if she tried to escape. "They're gonna find out."

"No, they're not."

They would because she'd made a promise to Pepe, to tell him of her findings and to play tennis with him one of the upcoming days. She wouldn't just leave. That's not who she was. They would know that. They would look for her. The Rousseau-

"No one's going to look for you this time."

He was lying.

"Now that you've managed to piss off the entirety of the Rousseau family, they have no use for you. And Lorenzo won't believe a traitor."

A traitor...?

"You think he's going to believe you over me? Doubt our blood-tie? The familia would never let him." Family.

She glared at him. He would believe her. If he didn't, Pepe would. Pepe would find out and he would find her.

"You should've listened to Sergio that night. You should've never let him into your hotel room."

Natalia's eyebrows furrowed. How did he know about that night? She hadn't seen a blue-haired man. But then again, she wasn't really looking. The second she saw Lorenzo, he was all she ever wanted to look at.

"You just had to fuck him, didn't you?"

Had he been there that night?

He turned his head and locked his burning gaze with her confused one. "You were meant to be mine."

An eerie chill licked down her spine as she saw the coldness in his eyes, the burning anger and the unwanted obsession. She wanted none of it. She wanted nothing to do with him. "Please, don't hurt me."

Instead of answering him, his chin rose and his eyes turned into slits. "You were supposed to be mine," he murmured once more before turning his attention to the wheel once again, gripping it tightly

Tears stung Natalia's eyes and suddenly she wasn't just scared of being hurt and perhaps killed, she was scared of what that unfulfilled obsession would do to her. She didn't want to be his. She didn't want anything to do with him. She just wanted to go home.

"I wanna go home."

Stefano chuckled and glanced at her through the rear mirror, catching her eyes with his. "Too bad."

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"What was I gonna do? Make her stay when she wanted to go home?"

Josephine furrowed her eyebrows. "She wouldn't just go without saying goodbye. What did you do? Did you say something that upset her?"