บททั้งหมดของ From Lies To Love: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter Thirty TwoLily’s POVSimeon had always been a powerful man. He was someone who could walk into a room and make people bow without saying a word. He carried an aura of authority, dominance, and sheer presence. But now… now he looked different.There was something unnerving about seeing him this way, trapped in silence, lost in his thoughts, his usually sharp eyes dulled with something near doubt. His empire was falling, and he was utterly incapable of doing anything to stop this. No amount of threats, power, or influence could fix this overnight.And I hated seeing him this way.I sat opposite him in this dimly lit office, looking at him running his hand through his hair, the muscles of his jaw clenched. His telephone had been bleeding for an hour, buzzing and ringing with no end, every call a little worse than the one before: partner after partner, investor after investor, people bailing.Simeon's P.A., Amelia, stood off to the side, clutching a tablet and looking strained. S

Chapter Thirty Four : The Costly Preposition Lily's POVI sat across from Simeon's personal assistant, my hands gripping the edges of the chair. Everything that had taken place pressed down hard upon me, and I felt out of breath. Once rejected, thrown out as if I meant nothing, I knew I couldn't stop now. I had to just keep trying.Lily," the P.A. sighed, rubbing her temples as she stared at me. "I know you mean well, but this… this isn't going to work."I shook my head obstinately. "I just can't sit back and watch everything fall apart. Simeon has done so much for everyone. He doesn't deserve this."I know," she said, leaning forward. "But these men aren't the kind of people you can beg for mercy. They're powerful, cold businessmen. Their loyalty lies wherever the money is. And right now, Vivian has given them more than enough reason to cut ties with Simeon."I swallowed hard. "So, what? We just give up?"She let her breath out in a slow hiss. "I'm saying you should be careful. You

Chapter Thirty-Six:The Hidden LieLily’s PovI stood in front of my closet, and though a hundred thoughts swam through my head, none really seemed to matter, considering the blank stare that I gave the rows of clothes right in front of me. The silent dresses, skirts, and blouses hung quiet witnesses to my decision, the soft fabric almost ridiculing me, reminding me of a life which I was to turn my back on. My fingers moved across the soft, blue material of a dress, but the reflection staring back at me was that of a stranger in the mirror.Who was I anymore? Was I the girl who once had hope, dreams, and love inside her heart, or had she simply become just another person now-a woman who would do whatever it took to protect the man she loved?Sighing, I turned away from the mirror, adjusting the dress to make at least a modicum of confidence in my appearance. My heart was racing in my chest, and a cold knot of unease twisted my stomach. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't ready. Stil

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Love She Can't AcceptLily's POVI sat on my bed, staring into the mirror as I gazed back at me. My hair was a slight mess from the shower I took, but no amount of hot water could take off the stench of last night. My skin still had the feel of his touch; it was as if I could feel it clung to my skin like an unerasable stain.Mr. Carter.I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath hitching sharply. I had done what had to be done. For Simeon. For the man that I loved.But at what cost?It twisted and coiled inside me like a snake, tighter with every second that reeled by. I didn't know how to face him, how to look into his eyes and pretend as if nothing had happened. What if he could tell? What if he knew already?The sudden knock at the door made me freeze.I felt my heart stop for one moment, then hammer wildly within my chest. I curled my fingers into the sheets as I sat there unmoving, hoping—praying—whoever it was would just leave.Another knock.Then his voice."Lily

Chapter Forty: Drag Him to His KneesNelson's POVDimly lit, the shadows were long across the room as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the men in front of me. Smoke and whiskey thickly laced the air, overlaid by something far more dangerous-anticipation. My boys, my most loyal and ruthless men, watched and waited for my command.I swirled the whiskey in my glass, setting it down with a deliberate clink against the wood."It's time," I said, my voice slicing through the silence like a blade. "I have been watching him for too long and That ends tonight."A slow, wicked grin stretched across Marco's face as he cracked his knuckles. "What's the plan, boss?"I leaned forward, my fingers steepled together. "We're gonna hit his mansion hard. I want every one of his men dead or so badly broken they won't be able to stand. Wound them. Make 'em bleed. Let 'em know what crossing me looks like.My vision dimmed further. "But Simeon? He is mine. I want him dragged here, on his knees, in front