บททั้งหมดของ Loyal to Her Lies : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Well, well," he purred, stalking towards me like a predator. "Look who's been waiting for me."I swallowed hard, pulse jumping in my throat. "I wasn't- I mean, I didn't-"He cut me off with a hard kiss, hands tangling in my hair as he devoured my mouth. I moaned into it, body responding to his touch even as my mind tried to catch up.He broke away after a long moment, smirking down at me. "Liar," he said softly. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you? About me bending you over and fucking you senseless."I couldn't deny it, not with the way my pussy clenched at his words. "Y-yes," I breathed. "But we shouldn't- Nico could-""Nico's not here," he pointed out, one hand sliding under my shirt to cup my breast. "And even if he was, it wouldn't matter. You're mine now, remember?"His fingers pinched my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. I whimpered, arching into his touch.He chuckled low in his throat, liking the sound. "That's right, baby. You like that,

When I returned to the hotel, the lights in the suite were dim, but Nico was wide awake—sitting at the table with a glass of whiskey in his hand, phone face-down beside him.“Have fun?” His voice was calm. Too calm.I froze at the door. “Yeah… just walked around the city. Needed air.”He raised an eyebrow. “For four hours?”I said nothing.He stood, slow and deliberate, the chair scraping behind him. “You weren’t alone, Aisla. I had someone follow you.”My stomach dropped.“You’re slipping,” he said coldly, stepping closer. “Disappearing for hours with your bodyguard? Laughing in the streets like you’re on some kind of honeymoon?”“Nico, I—”He slammed the glass down. “Do you think I’m stupid? Or are you just tired of pretending?”I tried to keep my voice steady. “You have no right to question me. Not when Tiffany—”He scoffed. “Tiffany knows her place.”“And what’s mine?” I snapped.His jaw clenched. “With me. Where I put you. Don’t forget who made you, Aisla.”“I’m not yours to own.

Damien’s POVI watched her walk away, the way her shoulders trembled just enough to tell me she was breaking inside. That look — the one she gave me before she turned — it cut deeper than any fight or argument ever could.I wanted to reach out, to pull her back, to tell her it didn’t have to be this way. But I held myself back. She’s scared. Scared of Nico, scared of losing everything. And honestly? So was I. Because if Nico ever found out just how deep this went… no one would be safe.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration and helplessness gnawing at me. I’m supposed to protect her — not watch her slip further into a cage. But the walls are closing in fast.I leaned against the doorframe, staring at the empty hallway, and made a silent promise: I wouldn’t let Nico break her. Not without a fight.No matter what it took.I paced the small room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. Every moment she drifted away from me felt like I was losing her piece by piece. The way sh

The slam of the front door echoed through the cavernous hallway, a familiar prelude to the storm brewing within Nico. It was always the same. A failed venture, a bruised ego, and I became the lightning rod. I braced myself, already feeling the knot tighten in my stomach.The click of his heels on the marble floor grew louder, each footfall a hammer blow against the fragile peace I’d been trying to cultivate in the sun-drenched sitting room. I’d been lost in a book, a temporary escape from the gilded cage of our marriage, but now the bars were shimmering back into existence, cold and unforgiving.He stormed in, his dark eyes flashing. “Goddamn it!” he roared, throwing his briefcase onto the plush velvet sofa like it was a personal enemy. “Another deal down the drain. Millions. Gone.”I lowered my book, a weary sigh escaping my lips. “Nico, I’m sorry to hear that.” It was a rote response, hollow with repetition. I’d said it so many times after so many failures, each one cushioned by his

I was walking down the hallway to my room before Nico came back.I was surprised when the door swung open. His boots thudded unevenly on the polished floors, the reek of bourbon preceding him into the room. Nico appeared in the doorway, his Armani suit wrinkled, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the tanned chest I'd once traced with eager fingers. Now, his blue eyes were bloodshot, unfocused, but the smirk twisting his lips was all too sharp. Billionaire by day, absentee husband by night—he'd built an empire on ruthless deals, but our vows? Those were just another contract he'd ignored since the honeymoon. “Aisla”,' he drawled, voice gravelly from the liquor, stepping closer with a sway that didn't diminish his imposing frame. I stood, smoothing my satin nightgown, the thin fabric clinging to my curves in a way that suddenly felt too revealing. “You're home early. Or late. Whatever.”I kept my voice cool, but inside, resentment boiled. He didn't care about me, hadn't for years, too busy cha