I Need To Make It Out Of Hell Alive

CHAPTER TWELVE

Whispers of the Past

Elsa sat by the window, her mind swirling with questions she couldn’t answer. What could possibly drive Liam to kill her parents? The more she thought about it, the more twisted the situation seemed. Her parents had loved Liam like their own, even after he disappeared fifteen years ago. She vividly remembered how they went to extraordinary lengths to find him—visiting police stations, distributing flyers, and posting his disappearance on social media. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

Then, years later, he reappeared—no longer the scared, vulnerable boy they once knew, but the most talked-about CEO in the city. What had he gone through during those years? How did he transform so drastically? Elsa couldn’t ignore the possibility that his inheritance played a role in his success, but something didn’t add up.

Now, he had taken everything—her parents, their company, and even her freedom by marrying her. Elsa clenched her fists. She needed to know his motive.

A sudden beep from her phone jolted her out of her thoughts. She realized she hadn’t checked it in days—not since her wedding, her parents’ deaths, and the chaos that followed. The screen was flooded with missed calls and texts from friends, family, and well-wishers. But comforting words from people who could never understand her pain were the last thing she wanted right now.

Her parents weren’t even laid to rest yet. She couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye. Cremation was the plan, but she wasn’t ready—not yet.

As she scrolled through the messages, one caught her attention. It was from her dad, sent on her wedding day. She hesitated before opening it.

The first message was a video—a compilation of their happiest memories together, from her childhood to her wedding day. Tears streamed down Elsa’s face as she watched. Her father’s voice in the background narrated moments of love, pride, and joy.

Then came the last message, a text:

“Don’t trust Liam. He is a…”

The message ended abruptly. Elsa’s breath caught. Her father had known something—something about Liam. The incomplete text confirmed her growing suspicions. She wiped her tears, her resolve hardening.

Liam needed to be confronted.

She stormed into his room, her anger radiating off her in waves.

“Liam!” she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. Before he could react, she slapped him hard across the face, then again on the other cheek.

“How dare you? You killed my parents! You killed them!” she cried, pounding her fists against his chest.

Liam staggered back, stunned at first, but quickly composed himself.

“They loved you like a son! They trusted you! And you—you betrayed them! You’re a murderer!” Elsa sobbed as she continued hitting him.

Liam’s expression darkened as he grabbed her wrists to stop her. His grip was firm, almost bruising.

“Do you have any evidence?” he asked coldly, his piercing eyes locking onto hers.

Elsa froze, her heart pounding.

“You can’t make baseless accusations,” Liam continued, his tone dangerously calm. “Your parents died in an accident. That’s the truth the world knows, and that’s the truth you’ll have to accept.”

He shoved her backward, and she stumbled, falling to the floor.

Liam turned and walked away, leaving Elsa trembling with anger and grief.

“I will kill you!” she screamed after him, her voice cracking as she broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

The weight of her loss and the burning desire for answers consumed her. Liam had underestimated her determination. Elsa vowed that she would uncover the truth—no matter the cost.

As she sat there on the floor, her mind raced. Every memory of Liam, every moment her parents had spoken about him with warmth and affection, now felt like a cruel betrayal. She thought back to their wedding day. Liam had seemed almost too perfect—his charm, his calculated smile, the way he had seamlessly blended into her life. Had this all been part of his plan?

Her hands shook as she picked up her phone again. The incomplete message from her father haunted her. “Don’t trust Liam. He is a…” What was he trying to warn her about? A killer? A fraud? Something worse? She knew the answers wouldn’t come easily, but her father’s final words had lit a fire within her.

She needed help. Someone who could dig deeper, someone outside Liam’s reach.she needed to reinvestigate.

But Elsa hesitated. Liam was powerful, with resources she couldn’t even begin to imagine. If he realized she was investigating him, there was no telling what he might do.

She wiped her tears and stood up, her legs shaky but determined. She needed to be careful, to stay one step ahead of him. Confronting Liam directly had been a mistake—one she wouldn’t repeat. Next time, she would have the evidence to back her accusations.

As the moonlight filtered into the room, Elsa silently vowed to fight back. For her parents. For herself.

Liam had taken everything from her, but he wouldn’t win.