FAZER LOGINChapter 89: Dangerous Delusion LizzieThe words echoed off the walls like an alarm. Multiple heavy footsteps approached rapidly. A tall, distinguished man in an expensive tailored suit stormed around the corner, flanked by two younger men who looked like bodyguards, a woman who appeared to be an assistant, clutching a tablet and two other men whose faces I recognized instantly. Quentin and Tatum. “Where is my Lauren?!” The man's voice thundered yet again. His face was flushed with rage, silver hair perfectly styled despite the late hour.I guess that's him. Senator White.Even without the introduction, his presence commanded attention. The air in the corridor seemed to thicken. Nurses and staff froze mid-step, exchanging nervous glances.Senator White’s eyes scanned the area until they landed on us. Recognition flashed across his face when he saw Reese, quickly followed by cold fury.“You,” he snarled, pointing directly at my husband. “What the hell did you do to my daughter this
Chapter 88: Bad PressLizzieExhaustion had no distinct smell. At least not officially proven. But I could have sworn the hospital corridor smelled of bleach and exhaustion. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow over everything. I sat beside Reese on the uncomfortable plastic chairs, my hand resting lightly on his thigh. The tension radiating from his body was palpable—he was rigid, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.Mr. Thomas, the hotel’s head of security and guest relations, stood in front of us looking every bit as drained as we felt. His suit was rumpled, and he kept his eyes trained on the floor as if it might swallow him whole.“She never stopped coming,” he explained quietly, voice heavy with regret. “For two full weeks, Miss White came by almost every single day. She would sit right outside your door with that blade in her hand, waiting. Sometimes she’d cry and scream. Sometimes she’d just stare at the door like she could will it open. We d
Chapter 87: Gaslight Me Reese (Trigger Warning: Self-harm. Mentions of Self-harm. Depictions of self-harm.) Lauren White. Was I surprised to find her waiting outside our door? No. Did I expect her to actually listen to the stern warning I gave her the last time? Also no.Some people were like weeds—ugly, persistent, and impossible to kill no matter how many times you ripped them out. Lauren had always been that kind of weed. She stood there like she owned the entire floor, hair disheveled, designer clothes wrinkled and stained, eyes wild with the kind of unhinged obsession that made my skin crawl. The moment the elevator doors opened and she saw us, her gaze locked onto me with pure, burning longing. She didn’t even glance at Lizzie at first.“Reese,” she breathed, the single word dripping with desperation.I already knew what was coming. Call it experience or sheer smug predictability, but I could have mouthed the next line before she even moved.“I missed you.” She took a sh
Chapter 86: Almost Home, Darling Reese The Next Day The morning air at the private airfield carried a crisp finality that settled heavy in my chest. The jet gleamed under the early sun, engines already humming softly like a beast ready to carry us back to reality. I stood on the tarmac with Lizzie’s hand tucked firmly in mine, her fingers warm despite the cool breeze. She looked radiant in a simple playsuit, the new wedding band on her finger catching the light every time she moved. My wife. The word still sent a quiet thrill through me, even as dread gnawed at the edges of this perfect bubble we had built.Roman held Andrea close to his chest, the baby just observing everything closely, while Savannah balanced Miles on her hip. The twins had become a constant presence in our lives these past weeks—tiny reminders of family, chaos, and everything worth fighting for. Lizzie was already leaning down, making silly faces at Miles, who giggled and reached for her hair.“This doesn’t f
Chapter 85: It Was Perfect Lizzie I blushed hard, heat flooding my cheeks as we turned to face the priest.The ceremony felt both timeless and deeply personal. The priest spoke of love, commitment, and the sacred bond of marriage, but I barely heard the traditional words. My attention was fixed on Reese—on the way his hands held mine steadily, on the way his eyes never left my face.When it was time for the vows, Reese went first.He cleared his throat, his voice steady but thick with emotion.“Lizzie… from the moment you crashed into my life, you turned everything upside down in the best possible way that only you can. You challenge me. You make me laugh. You make me want to be a better man every single day. I promise to protect you, to cherish you, to stand beside you through every storm and every sunny day. I promise to love and worship you fiercely, without reservation, for the rest of my life. You are my home. My future. My everything. Today, I give you all of me—my heart, my l
Chapter 84: My Wedding Day Lizzie Today was my wedding day.Strangely, I felt calm. No racing heart, no trembling hands, no overwhelming jitters that brides always talked about. Instead, a quiet, bubbling excitement hummed beneath my skin. I felt free. I felt ready. Most of all, I couldn’t wait to see Reese’s face when he finally saw me walking toward him.Savannah stood behind me in our bedroom which we had turned into a makeshift bridal suite, gently lowering the delicate white lace veil over my head. It wasn’t extravagant—just soft, immaculate lace that framed my face beautifully. She adjusted it with careful fingers, then stepped back to take me in.Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes already glistening. “You look so beautiful, Lizzie,” she whispered, voice cracking at the end.I laughed even though my throat felt tight. “If you cry, I’m going to cry too, and then my makeup will be ruined. Please, Sav. Hold it together.”She laughed through the tears and pulled me into a gentle si
Chapter 19: Prison Orange LizzieI hadn’t seen Reese again. Not after what had happened between us earlier.The thought kept circling my mind like an annoying fly that refused to die, buzzing somewhere just behind my ribs, impossible to swat away. I didn’t know if he was still in the house or if h
Chapter 17: Was I? Reese “Elizabeth accepted the invite. She’s coming to the party.” Lauren delivered the news with a bright, almost triumphant smile that immediately set my nerves on edge. I froze mid-button, fingers stilled on the third fastening of my charcoal shirt. The fabric suddenly fe
Chapter 15: Just Like That Reese I could barely believe this was happening.Less than twenty-four hours after seeing Elizabeth again—after months of convincing myself that whatever had happened between us was buried somewhere deep in the past—we were standing in my kitchen with her hand inside my
Chapter 8: Focus, Reese Reese By the time we pulled into the underground parking garage of our high-rise apartment building, the tension in the car had thickened to an almost unbearable density. I'd reached my absolute limit—and rightfully so. Not the usual kind of irritation I was used to deal







