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Chapter 5: The woman of the Hour
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The Lie that Binds Chapter 87: Bleed
The interrogation began slow and clinical, a rhythm designed to grind a person down, and when Calista refused to tell him anything Peckham’s calm shifted into something colder. The kind of patience that does not intend mercy.They strapped her hands to the chair and the metal bit into her palms. The lights were white and too bright, the room smelling faintly of disinfectant and stale air conditioning, and Peckham stood over her with a remote in his hand as if he held a lighter instead of a switch. “Speak,” he said once, crisp as a command, “or this ends faster.”She stared back at him and said nothing. Refusal was a weapon she still carried. He did not smile. He flicked the switch.The first jolt knocked the breath from her and the chair bucked beneath her. Pain arced through her body like a hot brand, but she managed to bite the scream down until it was a sound that left her throat raw. She tasted metal. Her knees shook. The light buzzed.“Talk,” Peckham said again, softer this time,
The Lie that Binds Chapter 86: The Broken Truths
Serena found her way. She returned to Washington on October 16th, a Tuesday, where all the staff and bosses at the CIA headquarters were too engrossed with their work to expect her return.With her heart carrying the bruises of Stefano’s dungeon, Marco’s shadow still lingering at her back, and a fetus to worsen the situation, she believed that if she could at least confront her superiors, then maybe she could demand answers and take back some measure of control over a life that had spiraled into betrayal and confusion.As soon as she stepped through the highly advanced security glass doors that scanned her identity, it didn’t take long before all eyes fell on her. This was a familiar feeling, being stared at while walking down the aisle, but this time the eyes held no admiration. They looked at her with suspicion, with disbelief, with the kind of expression that said, you shouldn’t be here. Or worse—you shouldn’t be alive.Ignoring them, she marched forward. She needed to see the Chie
The Lie that Binds Chapter 85: The Rescue That Binds
Alone, still bound and in despair, Serena remained in the dim-lit dungeon. The iron chains rattled softly, their metallic clangs echoing against the damp stone walls, and for a moment Serena thought she had been lost entirely to Stefano’s wrath.Her body wore thin from the cruelty of his punishments. Her spirit cracked beneath the weight of betrayal and the endless nights of torment that blurred one into the other, until the darkness itself became her only companionBut suddenly and without warning, the door creaked open and a figure emerged. Before her droopy eyes adjusted, she was dragged into the hallway, pulled along corridors she barely remembered, the voice whispering harshly for her to stay quiet as though salvation could only come from silence.When the torches flickered against the familiar curve of Marco’s face, Serena’s heart twisted with confusion. Because it wasn't Stefano’s eyes filled with fire and vengeance that was looking down on her, rather it was Marco’s eyes gleam
The Lie that Binds Chapter 84: Pawn of a Twisted Game
The dungeon was silent except for the sound of Stefano’s breathing. Heavy. Rough. Like a man dragging air through a throat filled with stones. His eyes, sharp with fury, had grown tired of Serena’s trembling pleas, but something gnawed at him still. She had broken, she had spoken, and she had confessed that her people had left her to rot in the shadows of his prison. Yet her words about the tracker had stirred a sliver of curiosity in him, and Stefano De Ricco was not a man who ignored curiosity when it pulled at him like a thread unraveling a greater truth.He held the bloody small device in his hand, its metallic surface cold, unassuming, nothing more than a foreign intrusion beneath her skin. He had cut it out with his own knife, his hand steady while Serena screamed and begged him to stop. He had not wavered, not once. His wrath demanded proof, and now proof sat in his palm like a silent answer.Stefano turned it over, studying its shape, its wires, its compact body. “So this is
The Lie that Binds Chapter 83: The Wrath of a Lover
The walls of the dungeon were cold and damp. The air itself seemed to cling to the skin like a heavy veil of misery and despair. And in that place of shadows where silence felt like the language of death itself, Stefano had kept her, bound and trembling, her wrists chafed raw against the iron restraints that anchored her to the chair that had long ceased to be just a chair but an altar upon which his wrath was worshipped. Every flicker of the torchlight revealed the broken edges of a man who had once loved her with a hunger that burned brighter than fire. But now that same hunger had twisted into something darker, something that clawed at him from within until all he could think of was retribution for the lie that had ruined him.Serena’s voice cracked when she tried to speak, a hoarse whisper that sounded more like a plea for salvation than a defense of her innocence, “Stefano, please, I never wanted to betray you, they forced me, they twisted my life before you ever touched it, I w
The Lie that Binds Chapter 82: Heartbreak Party
The room reeked of scotch and sweat, the air heavy and suffocating as though it carried the grief of a man who had once been untouchable, but now lay fractured in the ruins of his own self.Stefano De Ricco, who had rebuilt his father's empire on iron, blood, and control, was slumped in a velvet chair that had lost all the elegance of its design under the weight of his despair. With his shirt undone and sticking to his chest, his hair damp and unruly, his hands trembled faintly. They cradled a half-empty glass that caught the dim light of the chandelier above and refracted it like broken shards of hope. His jaw was tight yet it quivered. His eyes, once sharp and merciless, were bloodshot pools clouded by alcohol and betrayal. His breath was uneven, each inhale dragging in the thick scent of liquor, and each exhale sounding like the groan of a man whose insides had been torn apart, and though the silence pressed around him, his mind screamed with memories, with images of Serena’s smil
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