The Lies: Landon Academy book 1 by Natalia Wiszniewska (cat reading book .txt) 📗

for now I will let this go. However, the conversation is not over yet, unfortunately, our father is sitting in front of me and I can fell his stern look, so I will play along.

“I know Tyler, you are forgiven, but now tell me when you and Tobi are going to join us in this amazing place?” my voice couldn’t be more sarcastic. Tyler knows me and he also knows that he is not fully forgiven. He chuckles and looks at me.

“I don’t know princess, soon, I hope, we need to close couple thing here and then we are going straight to you guys, I promise.”

“Hopefully, soon is sooner than I think. I do miss you a little, guys.” I didn’t want to say it. Why have I said it?

“Oh, look at her Tobias, she will cry! Our little princess has been away for less than a day she is already crying.” Now he has a full grin on his face. Dumbass. Tobias’s face appears on the screen with the matching shitting grin on his face.

“Hello sister, what happened you? Is this because of the change of climate or you became a baby during the night?” The both of them are now in full swing of laugh.

“When the building exploded, I thought that Tyler is inside and that he died, but now I see his dumb face and my eyes are disappointed because I would need to look at this piece of shit for the rest of my life.” My smile grows bigger and more sinister. Tyler’s face palls immediately, and Tobias couldn’t be happier.

“That was sick bro, you are a little devil, Em.” The cell phone is gustily removed from between my fingers.

“That’s enough of this circus. Tyler, we gonna call soon, Tobias please do not make more damage and princess, we are here, look out the window.” I slowly move my head to the window, and I cannot believe what I see. My jaw drops to the floor and I think that someone will need to help me to pick it up and carry it behind me to this new ‘home’. My shaky fingers move to the slim door handle, but I don’t have a strength to open them. This must be a dream.

Chapter 5

I cannot believe my eyes. Our house in London was a scrap. Ugly, smelly building with many windows and only 2 doors. This house… Oh my… this is a palace, not a house. I shake my head and blink a couple of times to make sure that this is real. I never in my life seen anything like... that. Believe me, Queen Elizabeth could be ashamed of her palace when she would see this villa. The driveway is long and rounded at the end. There is huge ‘roundabout’? – in front of stairs. Stairs… well it must be a thousand of them. It is good that I am sporty because there would not be a chance to climb them every day and still breath.

On both sides of the long driveway are planted high thuja trees, nicely rounded and also spaced apart equally. Someone has a lot of work to measure the space between them and plant them, because there is like 20 of them? The driveway itself is made of white gravel or rather decorative stones because it doesn’t look like random stones. The house is like made of glass, literally, huge windows from the bottom to the ceilings. The front doors are wooden, beautiful dark oak with gold stripes on both sides. I also see at least 3 cameras monitoring the space upfront. We moved to the front doors and father gently took my shoulder.

“Princess, this all is for you, please feel like at home because from now this is our home and we are not coming back to London.” He smiles but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He is sad. I knew it, the man I know would never change his amazing, but dangerous, life for this… posh extravagant and empty life. I need to find out why we are here and who made us to leave our home. “Your room is on the first floor, but you can explore more of the grounds now if you want.” I nod my head and pass through the front doors. My jaw drops, again. From the front, the marble floorings are welcoming me. The walls are light grey but finished with wood effects on the corners. The hall is huge, like the good size of the pool could fit in here. On my left, I see the island of the kitchen. Kitchen is big and white with black countertops. Classic, I like it. The splashbacks are simple, metro tiles with black grout between. Did someone read my mind when creating this space?

The floor is also marble, and the island has six, can you imagine, freaking six bar stools! Imagine how big it is. In front of the island is a sitting area, the big u-shape corner sofa with dark grey material. Between the corners is simple gold coffee table with candles on it. In front of the sofa is a huge corner window which is giving an amazing view at the freaking pool! I cannot believe it; we have a pool! Hell yeah, I know what I will do all day. No, not swimming because I cannot swim, yes, lame, I know but I am scared of water. What can I say, childhood trauma? I like to look at the water, it calms me. I like to feel the cold between my toes’ fingers and relax. The view at the pool is that amazing that I am holding my breath. I move to the left and notice that my father is inside the large room. It must be his office. Everything is wooden, huge shelves full of books and a huge oak desk just in the centre of the room. The back wall is actually