chapter 97

chapter 36. Past Terrors BELLE We pulled up to Liam’s father’s house in record time. The drive was honestly a bit terrifying—Liam sped the entire time, nearly running over several people, and took back roads to avoid any busy streets where we might be spotted. The house was surrounded by giant gates—the type you would expect to see at a celebrity’s home, put there for their privacy and safety. There was a man in a uniform waiting for us at a station next to the entrance to the gate. He let us through the moment he saw Liam’s truck. We drove up the long private driveway and up to one of the biggest houses I had ever seen. In fact, it was so big that it didn’t even really look like a house at all—it was more like a mansion disguised as a sweet little beach house, painted in whites, blues, and creams, but also probably had at least twenty bedrooms. Liam stopped his car in front of a massive garage. It was open, so I could see the six vehicles inside of it—a Tesla, Porsche, a