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- Herausgeber: Bentockiz
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
I wondered what would have happened if I had allowed her to do that. Remembering the look in his eyes as soon as he realized who I was, I decided maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. Although I could have sworn that he was attracted to me, he had seemed almost angry. I wasn’t sure what all she had told him about me.
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Title Page
Labyrinth of Lies
Passion and Promises
Angel Rupert
Labyrinth of Lies / 5th of series: Passion and Promises / By Angel Rupert
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198848748
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
Flashback Memories
Usually, I humored her but after spending so much time with the epitome of motherhood, Mrs. Wilson, my mother’s inane-ness grated even more than usual. The difference between Violet Tate and Elsee Wilson was so great it was a travesty to even attempt to use the word ‘mother’ to describe the woman who had given birth to me.
“Actually I did see her a few minutes ago somewhere over there,” she waved vaguely towards the buffet tables. “She had the best looking young man with her, too. Why if I were ten years younger...”
More like thirty or forty years younger, I silently snorted. Not waiting around to hear the rest of her usual speech, which always started out with how many suitors she’d had before she married and culminated in commiserating with the poor souls who had failed to win her heart, I turned away abruptly and began searching for Nat.
I could hear Richard quickly excusing himself from the group of vain women as he followed me. We didn’t have to hang around our mothers to know exactly how the conversation would go. As soon as they tired of comparing former suitors, my mother and Marianne would no doubt predictably begin the story of the rattle.
Did they never bore themselves to death? I wondered in exasperation.
“What was that about?” he asked as he caught up with me. “I’ve never seen you quite so...impatient...with your mother.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of playing to their egos?” I fumed.
“Alienating the people in control of the purse strings is monetary suicide,” Richard replied.
“You think the wives are the ones who control the money?”
“The husbands may hold the purse,” he conceded, “But the wives pull the strings.”
“I’ve never looked at it that way. My mother is the one who usually decides how the money is spent. Interesting...”
“Are you really in that much of a hurry to find Nat or were you just looking for an excuse to beat a hasty retreat?”
“You got me. Nat was just an excuse. I’m sick and tired of hearing all of those old bats go on and on about their conquests like it’s a competition to see who had the most beaus and who managed to snag the best one. It’s ridiculous. And if I have to stand around and listen to that rattle story one more time...”
“I rather like the rattle story,” Richard grinned ignoring my snort of disgust. “And ridiculous or not,” he said in amusement “I know which side of the bread my butter is on and I plan to eat lots of buttered bread while I’m young and carefree. If we keep our mothers all nice and sweet I’m sure they’ll give us whatever we want once we’re married. Just remember, one day you’ll be one of those ‘old bats’ and I’ll be holding the purse for you. I’d like for there to be a lot in it.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I began searching for Nat.
“Oh, there she is,” I spotted her coming out of the ladies room, no doubt checking to make sure she was picture perfect as usual, joining a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde Adonis who was apparently waiting for her by the door. “Wow, wonder where she found him. I understand why my mother was lamenting her age.”
“He’s not your type.”
