Page 145 of His Cursed Heart

I feel like I'm going to faint. All these years and she's been here, living her life like nothing happened.

Her face shifts to concern, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

She looks so much like Althea. I can't even look in her eyes.

"Keres looks like the carbon copy of Hanibal while I look like Mamma."

I take the chair that sits next to her bed and put it in the middle of the room. I sit down, my head killing me.

"Are you okay? Do you want some water?" She comes near me, but I straighten my back so that it sits on the chair.

"I need some answers, not fucking water." I say in between breathes.

"About what?" Gianna asks and sits on the bed.

She looks so elegant, sophisticated. So put together.

"Why the fuck aren't you dead?"

"Because I never died? Look, I don't know you or why you are here,"

"I'm Everette Moretti," I snap, interrupting her. I can't take this shit anymore. "Your daughter's ex-fiancé." I murmur.

I have to play with her mind. I know for a fucking fact that she's not mentally ill. The way she answers to my statement it's the way I'll play with her memories.

"Oh, this again." Gianna shakes her head, clearly tired of this topic. "I don't have a daughter. I've been alone since my husband left me."

She chose the hard way.

So be it.

"Yes, Keres told me you might say that." I say with a sigh.

"Keres you say. I don't know who this girl is, but I know another girl comes here sometimes, claiming I'm her mother." I almost laugh at her trying to feed me lies with the truth.

"Really? You know her name?"

"I-I forgot," She stutters, making a guilty face. The sick card doesn't work with me, Gianna.

She can't even say her name.

"If you refer to Thea, don't believe a word she says. She's a snake." I scrunch up my nose, pretending I'm disgusted.

"She seems nice," Her voice deepens, the mispronounced name of her daughter making her angry.

I hit a nerve.

"No, she's not. She's the reason why Keres broke up with me. Althea wanted me so bad that she made Keres believe I want her too." I shake my head in disapproval.

"I don't believe that. She came here the other day and told me about her sister and she was genuine about her love." Good job, Gianna. Defend your daughter.

"She did." I simply say, and I see in the corner of my right eye her fingers gripping the sheets, turning white.

"Do you have proof?" She asks with a raised voice.

"I don't need proof to prove a person is a snake. I know them good." I turn my head toward her, winking and smirking. My actions make her face turn a slight shade of red.

She didn't even deny the fact that she doesn't have two daughters.

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