All Chapters of The Lie that Binds: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marco and SerenaThe abandoned warehouse reeked of damp cement and old oil. It stood on the outskirts of a crumbling town, nestled between rusted shipping containers and silence.Outside, Serena appeared from behind an abandoned container, dressed like an cold, yet alluring mafia escort. Her dyed black hair was tied in a sleek ponytail. She had black lipstick on, a well applied eyeshadow and an eyeliner that stretched farther from her eyes. As she walked, she adjusted the tight black dress she wore, the slit running high up her thigh revealing just enough skin to distract any man too curious for his own good. The gown had an opening on each side of her belly, showcasing her skinny waistline. Uncomfortable with the leopard-skin-like fur coat on her shoulders, she took it off. Her upper body became instantly exposed, leaving her with the handless gown that barely covered just her chest and belly. She put the fur coat back on. Her gladiator heels clicked faintly against the concrete fl

Serena She found herself pinned to the cold marble wall, her legs spread apart as his thick rod rocked her world. But the man grinding into her wasn’t Stefano. It was Marco.The cool shower raining down on them did nothing to quench the burning heat and desire between them. Kissing intensely. Moaning desperately for release.Marco interlaced their hands, groaning so passionately into her mouth as he thrusted in deep. His lips trailed wet kisses to her ear. Their breathing synced, he whispered to her. “‘I'm yours… say it.” She gasped aloud with ecstasy, feeling his tip press against her g-spot. “Say it!” He commanded again, showing her widely spread lips no mercy with each pound.“Mhmm.” She whimpered, her senses escaping her. “Marco…I'm yours…” she gasped. “Oh…I'm yours!” Marco grunted, biting his lips, “Yes..” he declared. “MINE.” He increased his pace. The tempo fastened, thrusting into her like a beast. He let go of one hand and wrapped it around her throat. “You're mine, Sere

SerenaThe moment the door clicked shut behind her, Serena exhaled. She was finally alone. Her heels clicked against the polished marble as she walked into the lavish room Stefano had given her, a private sanctuary tucked within the maze-like corridors of his countryside estate.The gold-trimmed windows filtered in the pale orange blush of sunset, casting honeyed shadows across the soft white walls.With a playful sigh, she let herself fall backward onto the plush bed, the silk sheets cool against her skin. She bounced slightly, laughing under her breath at the childlike motion. But the laughter faded quickly, melting into silence as the weight of her thoughts returned.She stared at the ceiling, her fingers fisting the bedding beneath her, and replayed everything that had happened. Her words. Her composure. She hadn’t crumbled under the weight of violence or bloodshed, instead she’d embraced it. She faced the chaos head-on. With that, she had shown him she wasn’t afraid of his worl

Few minutes earlierMarco Meanwhile, while the lovebirds enveloped themselves with passion and love, a man lurked in the corner, burning with intense jealousy that could scorch the entire countryside, as he watched them.She was leaning into Stefano, her soft giggles like a symphony of betrayal. Her eyes sparkled with joy that should’ve belonged to him. Her body melted into the arms of the man Marco was slowly hating with a depth that bordered on divine wrath. Stefano didn’t deserve her light. The bastard didn’t even understand what he had.Marco’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles pale and stiff. He watched them from afar, hidden in the forest line, his gaze burning holes into their silhouettes. His heart beat erratically, a chaos of yearning and loathing. His desire for Serena had long since morphed into something grotesque. Beautifully inevitable.He didn’t just want her.He wanted to own her.To remake her laughter in his name. To mold her joy with his presence. He wante

SerenaSerena’s body was with Stefano, but her mind was scattered in fragments, swirling in every direction like shards from a shattered mirror.Even when he looked at her with warmth and tenderness, telling her it was time to stop talking business and focus on each other, she couldn’t. She tried. God, she tried. But her heart was pounding with dread, her mind replaying the funeral video, Melissa’s grieving face, Fiona’s haunted eyes, the little boy clutching a framed photo of Roland Forbes.She couldn’t look at Stefano without wondering what else was real and what was orchestrated. The weight of it all made her breath shallow, her chest tight. Yet, she couldn’t let him suspect anything.So when he smiled softly and bent to lift her into his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck like muscle memory. She closed her eyes and laid her head against his chest, not because she felt safe, but because she didn’t trust herself to meet his gaze. She didn’t want him to see the guilt cracking