Todos os capítulos de From Lies To Love: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

:Chapter Ten: The Realization of No EscapeLily's POVI was fuming as Vivian's words hit me."Go to the kitchen and prepare me a meal, you are here to work and I always want to see you do something” she ordered, her voice cold, as if I were no better than an employee-no, not even that. I fisted my hands, battling the scream that wanted to tear from my mouth. Everything in me wanted to stand up to her, to tell her she had no right to order me around. But I couldn't. Not here, not in this world I barely understood.I didn't utter a word. I did a swift turn on my heels to take a walk to the kitchen while my mind replayed everything that had just happened.How could Simeon do this to me? Lie to my face when everything was supposedly okay, when I was just some pawn in his twisted game? And that woman-Vivian? The way she looked at him, touched him, and kissed him just turned my stomach. He had a girlfriend, was living two lives-one as a CEO and one as a mafia lord. And I was supposed to be

Chapter 13Simeon's POVThe door slammed behind me.Lily froze.She stood in the dimly lit room, her back stiff, her breathing unsteady. The way she hugged herself, the way her body stiffened-it told me she already knew why I was here.I took a slow step forward, watching the way her shoulders tensed. She was always like this. Resisting. Even when she had no way out, she still fought.I enjoyed that about her.She turned to me, her face pale, but her eyes were sharp, burning with unspoken rage."What do you want?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.I exhaled, dragging my gaze down her trembling form. "You."Her breath caught.I stepped closer, closing the distance, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at me. "You should have read the contract carefully, Lily," I murmured, my voice low. "You belong to me now."Her lips trembled. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I—I'm just a maid."I laughed. "That's what I told Vivian. Not what's in our contract."She took a step ba

Chapter Fifteen : Shattered DignityLily's POVThe air inside Vivian's house was choking. The walls, though done in elegant shades of white and gold, felt like a cage—beautiful but beyond my escape. The moment I stepped inside, I knew my life here would be a living hell.“Since you're here, you'll be useful," Vivian said, curling her red lips into a smirk. She was lounging lazily across the velvet couch, one manicured hand leaning on her chin as she surveyed me like some kind of chattel.I stood stiffly, my hands clenched at my sides in fists. I said nothing. What was there to say?"Clean the floors," she ordered, nodding toward the expensive marble beneath her feet. "And do it right—I want to see my reflection when you're done."I hesitated a fraction of a second. A mistake."Did you not hear me?" Her voice whipped. "Or do you think you're still Simeon's wife? Do you think I am not aware about the contract? Do you think Simeon or you could hide anything from me? The passer is still i

Chapter Seventeen: The Ultimate BetrayalSimeon's POVI clamped my teeth down as I glared at Vivian, my patience now precariously thin.Lily stood behind me, her hands clutching the edges of her tattered dress, her body quivering from exhaustion. Her once defiant eyes were now hollow, her spirit drained from the torment Vivian had put her through.And yet, Vivian smirked.Like she had already won.I'd expected her resistance—knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, at least where Lily was concerned—but there was something in her gaze now, something calculating. Dangerous."You think you can just take her away?" Vivian chuckled, folding her arms across her chest. "Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into, Simeon?I said nothing. I merely turned to Lily, reaching for her wrist, ready to drag her the hell out of here.But Vivian's voice sliced through the tension like a blade."If you take her, you will regret it."I froze.Her tone was too casual, too confident. The way

Chapter Nineteen: A Deal Vivian's P.O.V.I stood at the entrance of my mansion, arms crossed, eyes locked to the sleek black car pulling up to my driveway. The tires screeched slightly against the pavement as it came to a halt, heavy silence of the night stretching between us like invisible tension.Then the door opened.Nelson stepped out, his tall frame bathed in the dim glow of the porch lights. He adjusted the cuffs of his expensive suit and then looked around sharply before his eyes finally came to rest on me. His face was expressionless—cold, calculating.Just like always.He didn't run toward me, didn't ask any superfluous questions. He merely took his time up the stone steps, his polished shoes clicking against the surface. And when he finally reached me, he stopped just inches away, his presence suffocating."This better be worth my time," he muttered, his deep voice laced with skepticism.I smirked. "I wouldn't have called if it wasn't.Nelson arched a brow but stepped insi