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‘Oh yes, I think I’m going to enjoy a more intimate party.’ The way he says intimate is terrifying. Oh, how I am going to enjoying killing you.
How could I have been so stupid? I’ve been thinking about this like we’re out here to do some vigilante shit. But she has nothing against these men. So why is she here helping me? She isn’t. Of course she isn’t. She’s here because there’s something in it for her.
She’s setting me up. They will say I’m a lone ranger. But how many murders will she try to lay at my door?
He’s lied to me too. I know he has, there’s been a few times he’s said something and then something different another time. Once a look of abject panic crossed his features when he realised his mistake, but I ignored it and pretended I didn’t notice.
If I’m totally honest I’m exhausted. By the false smiles to everyone. The false flirtatious banter with Connor. The false pleasantries being exchanged with Freya. The false conversation I had with Lissa earlier.
I know exactly why they called the company Serendipity and it bears no resemblance to any of the official stories. Lissa and I came up with the name. We called ourselves the Serendipity Sisters, because although the events in our lives that led us to Weedon House were horrendous, at least we found each other.
‘It’s a brilliant story,’ I reply and watch him visibly relax. I’m not even lying, it is a brilliant story. It’s a complete fabrication.
At that point you’re just being an ostentatious twat who’s spending the money because you want people to know you have it, not because the product you’re buying is fundamentally better.
But Connor fields a call and his entire face turns white, like he’s seen a ghost. He calls Liam over and they share a whispered conversation that looks serious, both of them hissing at each other, their body language frantic.
Because of a bomb threat to the CEO of the company I work for, in a different hotel, in a different state, which someone called in after we’d left for Vegas. Why would someone call that in? Jesus. I’m a fool. Not someone. It was Freya. I should’ve realised last night when she didn’t seem at all surprised about there being no party when we got here. She needed to buy herself some time to come up with a new plan.
Why is my – admittedly ex- – boyfriend standing in the middle of a Las Vegas casino discussing my boss’s murderous plans? He takes a deep breath. ‘I can see you, Millie.’
‘That’s why I’m here, Millie. To rescue you.’
I am not sure I buy this act
Do I know this man, or is he someone else entirely? At this moment he could be anyone. And if he’s working with Freya can I even trust him at all?
‘Does she have something on you?’ I ask softly. He lifts his chin and his eyes meet mine. They’re full of emotion; pain and remorse and something else I can’t quite pin down.
The sweetness coats my tongue and I let out a tiny involuntary moan. ‘Sorry,’ I blush as I realise it was audible. ‘It’s adorable,’ he says softly, but then he slides his eyes away from me, a gentle blush creeping up his neck.
Wait ... is this man actually smitten or is he that good at acting?
‘Do you know who sent the messages?’ But there’s something in the question, in the way he asks it. Like he already knew about them. Like he knows exactly who’s sending them.
Maybe It was never Sam. Perhaps He sent them himself
‘I think Sam is a journalist. I think she came to Serendipity looking for a story about terrible bosses.’
His eyes meet mine and he swallows loudly. His next sentence is barely a whisper. ‘I don’t think Freya will let you walk away.’ Ice-cold fingers caress my arms as his words hang heavy between us.
Unidentified male found dead in derelict building”,’ he reads the headline out loud.
things people take from you – the things they notice and nit-pick and judge – are much more a reflection of who they are and not the other way around.
Do I abhor this woman or adore her?
I need to understand her motivation, why she does what she does. She killed that stranger in Barcelona so it isn’t just about revenge. Was any of it? Or has she been lying to me the whole time?
Verity is our sister.’ ‘Our sister?’ I ask. Freya reaches out and puts her hand on Kieran’s shoulder. ‘I take it my baby brother didn’t introduce himself properly?’ ‘Your brother?’ ‘Little Kieran took my mother’s maiden name after the divorce. I used to take the mickey out of him for it, called him Lucas, but it stuck as a nickname.’
Funny cuz earlier on I had gotten sibling vibes between her and Lucas but brushed them off when she never mentioned a brother
‘I dare you to kill Connor and Liam.’ She squeezes my hand, her bones grinding against mine. ‘And I dare you to try to pin it on me.’
‘Sam?’ he says as he looks at me, confusion painted across his features. Objectively I understand why Millie was attracted to him, he’s a good looking guy if that’s your thing, but there’s something just wrong about him. Or maybe it’s because I know what he does for Freya.
I hate him. He’s a bully; a cruel and vicious tormentor who likes to watch the suffering of others. He’s also a chameleon; brilliant at blending in, at saying and doing the ‘right’ things to avoid detection.
‘I made Freya promise not to lay all her kills at Millie’s door. That was her original plan, but I convinced her to spare Millie the shame,’ he says. ‘But then the little slag decided to dump me. No one dumps me.’ He is bitter and angry. ‘So now I am going to make sure that, when she kills Connor and Liam, she will be the primary suspect.
‘She’s starting to come back. To recognise people and the world around her. You can see why I had to get rid of those eight boys.’ Millie lets out a single soft laugh as she realises exactly what really happened. ‘They weren’t the ones who hurt her. They were the ones who witnessed you holding her under the water.’ Freya shrugs. ‘I wanted to know what it would feel like. And if I could get away with it.’
‘How many have you killed?’ We stand in silence, the question hanging between us. Then she hitches a shoulder and says casually, ‘Dozens.’ As if she’s just confessed to eating a few extra jellybeans and not mass murder. ‘Thirty-eight,’ I say.
Today I will share with you the secrets to faking your own death. You know, just in case you ever need to disappear.’
Omg so he's alive? I thought his death was rather convenient .
he’d been making plans for a long time, ever since he discovered two of the guys he went to camp with had died within months of each other.
Freya was also injured in the attack, requiring eight hours of surgery to repair the damage caused by a gunshot wound inflicted by her brother, Kieran Lucas. Mr Lucas has also been apprehended and faces charges as an accessory and for a litany of fraud offences.
Kieran will find himself convicted as an accessory and face a long sentence. In some ways she feels for him, Freya lied to him too, but her sympathy is tempered by the fact he was prepared to throw her to the wolves after she broke up with him.
