All Chapters of In Wounded Rhymes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

•"Where are your parents from?"Théo smiled at the older woman awaiting his answer. He sat opposite her while Anastasia sat next to him, quietly swirling her creamy pasta. The head of the family, Ana's father, sat at the end of the table and seemed more focused on his daughter at the moment."My mother is Canadian, my father Parisian. They're both living in France," Théo replied."And you have siblings as well?" Alissa Valtieri took a sip of her water and maintained a modest smile. Her questions for the past ten minutes had been focused on his background more than anything else.Hugo Valtieri, on the other hand, was busy trying to coax some straight answers out of his daughter. Apparently, Anastasia didn't make a habit of updating her parents about her itinerary for the past few weeks

• "What'd he say?"  "About what?" Tomek didn't bother to glance at her and kept his gaze focused on his phone screen. 

16 days left• Folic acid.Vitamin D.Iron supplement.Proper diet, rest, and enough sleep daily.Less stress.Well, the first three, she already got them covered. Easy. Just pop a pill every day, and done. No hiccups.The last two...not so much.  Her appetite had been sporadic, sometimes nonexistent, while avoiding stress and getting more than six hours of sleep every day had been a bit challenging.Especially since the band was already  running behind schedule on some tasks and professional commitments they had scheduled for this season.It didn't help that Kyle, the band's main guitarist and her  co-songwriter, was still in the hospital, not even halfway through his full recovery.If she could just undo the past few

• Lyons Stadium, Paris •  Veronica looked up from her phone after she read another text message from their manager. They had to check on the guys now.Veronica pocketed her phone as her eyes squinted at the glare of the late-afternoon sun. She grabbed her sunglasses that hung from the collar of her plain shirt, which she matched with a pair of dark jeans after she breezed through the last interview. An hour later, she left the hotel with the band's tour manager and drove to the concert's venue.She was stuck at the hotel all day. She needed to get a whiff of the familiar Paris air and the nice sights. The guys, to the contrary, had left her and their manager back at the hotel this morning to head on to the venue and get on with the prepping. Veronica kept up her slack gait in the direction of the wide-spanning platform.The stage was currently being tacked together by a flock of men dressed in je

× chapter dedicated to: @Snowmonn  :) Check out her book: Lucifer's Angel ×13 days left • Rome, Italy •"How's Star?""Same old. Just feeling more trapped here." Théo checked the time on his phone. Wherever Gillaume was, it must be a little before midnight. "They want to put her in rehab. Soon," he informed."But does she want that?""Course not.""When? Both on the same page?""Mostly Mommy. Dad's out of town again." Théo sighed to himself as he sat by the tub. The shower was running again, just to make sure the noise would muffle his voice.Anastasia was already asleep in bed but she would wake up in the middle of the night sometimes with cold sweats, tremors and a little vomiting. Withdrawal symptoms, if he guessed it right. It was bothersome sometimes bu