Entwined

Tides of Fate

Disclaimer: The following chapter contains scenes of violence, emotional turmoil, and disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Silas//

I couldn't sleep. Isabella's confession was just what I needed. I hope she won't remember telling me. The jealousy game between Lorelei and Isabella has been going on longer than I've been alive. Their friendship is the weirdest I've ever seen. Isabella had finally had enough after years of being belittled by Lorelei and losing her men to her. I had to take her home Friday night. She was wasted, mumbling weird things, almost like confessions.

"She killed Gregorie's father. Lorelei, a painter and artist like all of them, was obsessed with her muse. She used to paint him incessantly. They were passionate lovers until he reached his limit. She wasn't bothered by his reluctance to have a child. In fact, she was prepared to rid herself of Gregorie, but she couldn't pull herself together when he ended their relationship. She was...mad, completely unhinged. She followed him everywhere, intoxicated and high. The girls and I had to care for the baby. There was a time we had to rush him to the hospital; he was on the brink of death, but she didn't seem to care. She didn't even come to visit him... All she could think about was being with Federico. Until she snapped out of her obsession as if it had never existed. The next thing we knew, he was dead, and his girlfriend at the time was charged with murder."

I struggled to easily trust her words. In the end, her jealousy towards Lorelei was palpable. However, everything else seemed to align. In Lorelei's painting room, I stumbled upon a hidden box. Inside, I discovered a broken putty knife stained with tiny drops of blood, its tip shattered unevenly. Given Lorelei's penchant for keepsakes, I was certain she harbored mementos of her past exploits somewhere.

Night after night, Lorelei suffered from nightmares, prompting me to share my bed with her. She'd often awaken screaming and muttering incoherent words.

As the clock on the wall signaled 4 am, I sat up in bed, my mind racing. Grabbing my laptop, I delved into the details of Federico's murder.

The revelations I uncovered surpassed my wildest expectations. Lorelei wasn't as naive as I initially presumed. Luck seemed to favor her, as Federico's girlfriend tragically took her own life in jail. Reportedly, she struggled with deteriorating mental health following the loss of her lover. The investigation appeared hasty and superficial, failing to question why a fragment of a putty knife was found in Federico's throat.

Surprisingly, Federico remained married despite his separation from his wife and relocation to another country. Strangely, his wife didn't attend his funeral. I struggled to establish any connection between him and Lorelei.

To unravel the truth, I needed insights from a sober Isabella. However, the risk was too great.

Despite the presence of jealousy, a peculiar form of loyalty lingered.

I'll be damned if I were to be killed by a crazy hot painter.

I want to get rid of Gregory and her. I need to find compromising evidence. Than all was left is to deal with cute Hugo.

I will make my wolfie pay for all the pain I had to endure. Getting rid of Gregory brought me pain. His crazy mother and her jealous friend almost made me cut their throats open. But no, even with his mother's death, he won't go away.

I suffer for my wolfie.

It will all be so worth it.

I promise.

I can't bear our silence anymore. I want to take her in arms, feel her bites all over my flesh, her teeth dipping deeper, making my dick hard. I want to kiss her and take out all the air from her lungs. I want to fuck her and make babies with her. I want to take her to our villa in Denmark and stay there. Enjoying her whole. Caressing each part of her body, biting her hips, her neck, her thighs. Eating her while she screamed. I will make her faint each time. I will make her forget them all, forget they ever existed, they ever been in her life.