All Chapters of LIES BEFORE VOWS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The reception hall glittered like a dream. Golden chandeliers spilled light across the polished marble floor, and music flowed like silk from the live band tucked into the corner. Guests laughed, champagne glasses clinked, and the air carried a sense of love so strong it was almost tangible.But for Damon and Sienna, the world had shrunk to the center of the dance floor.“Dance with me,” Damon whispered, his voice low enough for only her to hear.Sienna hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the crowd. “Damon, everyone is watching“Let them,” he said, catching her hand before she could retreat. “For once, let them see you the way I do.”The moment his arm encircled her waist, the noise of the ballroom faded. The pressure of his hand against the small of her back, the firm yet tender way he led her into the sway of the music, it all made her forget the weight of the world outside.They moved slowly, almost dreamlike, their steps in rhythm, their gazes locked. It was a silent conv

The following morning, the office felt like an icebox.Sienna stepped through the glass doors with her usual soft “good morning,” but the words fell into silence. No one answered. No one even looked up. Desks were suddenly too busy, screens suddenly too captivating. People avoided her gaze as though she carried a sickness they didn’t want to catch.The sting of isolation was sharp, but she forced herself to keep her chin high. She had survived worse than silent stares. Yet still, the knot in her stomach tightened with every step.The only eyes that acknowledged her belonged to Damon. He was already in his office, standing by the window, hands shoved into his pockets. Their eyes met briefly, and though he gave her the faintest nod of reassurance, Sienna could see the storm brewing in him.Somewhere else, Elise sat with a smirk tugging at her lips. Her fingers tapped impatiently against her phone as she replayed the damning clip: Damon’s furious voice threatening Sienna, ordering her to

The office lights had dimmed as the evening dragged on, but Sienna’s world was already darker than any night sky. The words from the email burned into her eyes even after she had dropped her phone onto the desk. Terminated. Blacklisted. Untouchable. Damon’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, his chest steady against her shaking frame. For thirty minutes, she cried without restraint, the kind of sobs that left her gasping for air, her tears soaking into his shirt. He didn’t move. He didn’t tell her to stop. He just held her, his own eyes misting as he listened to the sound of her heart breaking. Finally, when her sobs softened into tremors, Sienna pulled back. Her cheeks were wet, her makeup smeared, her eyes swollen. She avoided his gaze, ashamed of how fragile she felt. “Damon…” her voice cracked. “Please… just take me home.” He hesitated, wanting to argue, wanting to hold her longer, but the plea in her voice cut deeper than any protest he could make. He nodded silently. Th

Damon woke up with a start, his chest heavy as if a stone was pressing down on him. For a moment, he didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. The empty whiskey bottle on the nightstand and the crumpled suit he had passed out in told the story of another night spent drowning in misery. He dragged himself out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom. The man who stared back at him in the mirror was unrecognizable his hair a tangled mess, his eyes bloodshot and ringed with dark circles, his face gaunt and unshaven. He ran cold water over his face, hoping it would wash away the ache clawing at his chest, but nothing worked. Still, he dressed himself. The white shirt he pulled on was wrinkled, the tie hanging loose around his neck. He didn’t bother with perfection; he just needed to move, to do something. By the time he checked his phone, the world had already exploded. “Fake Romance Exposed – Caldwell Heir’s Relationship a Scheme for Inheritance.” Every news site, every blog, every

The first light of dawn spilled into Damon’s room, bathing everything in a soft golden glow. He opened his eyes slowly, the silence of the penthouse strangely loud around him. For the first time in years, he didn’t have a meeting scheduled, no assistant buzzing his phone with reminders, no documents stacked on his desk waiting to be signed before breakfast. The resignation still felt unreal.For a long moment, Damon lay still, staring at the ceiling. He thought of his mother’s voice over the phone the night before, trembling as she begged him to reconsider. He thought of his father, Vincent, whose words cut sharp and cold: “Leaving the company means leaving everything behind.” But Damon had already left everything behind the sleepless nights, the corporate suffocation, the endless hunger for power that was never his to begin with. What mattered now wasn’t Caldwell Holdings. It was her.Dragging himself out of bed, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains wide. The city looked d