Lahat ng Kabanata ng A GAME OF LIES: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Be my woman.” He lifted her chin, pinning his burning gaze on her. “What?!” Her eyes flickered in shock. “Four months. Keep quiet, play the damn role, and in return, I fix your reputation and pay you off for your services.” This was the offer that Italy’s most ruthless billionaire bachelor, Montez De Vitalio, made to Amira Santis after she had exposed his crimes to the world and sued him to court. She thought she would finally get justice for her brother’s murder, but oh how wrong she had been. A man as powerful as Montez De Vitalio would always have his way. Two months ago was when the whole scandal started. “You are fired!” The words had echoed in her head like a volcano. It hadn’t been raining that evening when she left the lawyer’s office, but by the time she got out of the taxi, the sky had cracked open just like her career a few hours ago—merciless and without warning. Her heels slipped, almo

“Those fucking bastards!” Montez De Vitalio spat through gritted teeth, slamming the door behind him with a force that echoed like a slap. Enzo Ricci, his PA and long-time friend, hastened his steps to keep up with him. Montez’s jaw flexed, hand curling into fists. The sharp click of his custom Italian shoes reverberated across the marble floor as he sprinted toward the valet. Fury rolled off his shoulders in waves. Three deals rejected! In the space of one goddamn week and all because of her. Every investor he spoke with had opted out of their business dealings, citing his recent involvement in court with that pesky little journalist. It was infuriating. Outside, his bodyguard held the door to the backseat open, and Montez slid into the black Lamborghini Aventador, the leather interior welcoming him like a lover who demanded no explanations. Enzo joined him a moment later, clicking his seatbelt ever cautiously, as alw

“Miss Santis! Miss Santis! Just a statement please!” The sound of Amira’s name being screamed nonstop from her front porch had become a sick alarm clock. “What the hell is going on?” she muttered under her breath. She took out her phone, scrolling through the media for any latest information. Her stomach twisted as a picture of them surfaced. His hand grasped onto her hair as his lips crushed hungrily against hers in that dimly lit VIP suite at the hotel. That damned night. She had been doing her rounds as usual. Changing the suites’ linens. She had no idea the occupant of the VIP suite had returned but it was already too late. The bathroom door came open and there he was. The one man she hated to death. Montez De Vitalio. Half-naked, dripping, and barefooted. Along with that goddamned arrogance that still clung to him like an expensive cologne even though he was drunk. She could still r

Amira couldn’t tell for how long she had been unconscious, but the next time her eyelids flew open, she realized, much to her surprise, that instead of waking up in a cold, dark, stinking cell where most kidnappers kept their victims, she was lying back in the soft leather seat of an… airplane? As she tried to grasp her head around the situation, the door opened and in walked the devilish tycoon holding a bottle of water. He had his black sleeves rolled to his elbows, giving a good glance of his tattoos inked into both arms and all the way up his neck. Her eyes narrowed in rage. She should have known it was him. Montez De Vitalio. All six foot seven of him. Only he would pull such a stunt as this. “What’s the heck is going on?” she growled, pushing the soft mattress away from her. An action she instantly regretted. That fabric was pretty comfortable. “Why have you kidnapped me?” “Kidnap you? Now, don’t be delusional.” A

Amira had been peeping by the door and he had noticed all these while. The sneaky little pest. Montez smirked. Did she really think he wouldn’t catch her spying? How adorable that she thought she could get away with it. A laughable attempt. Cute, but pathetic. Slowly, he watched her rise to her feet. Her entire frame trembled as she looked around the torture cellar. “Wh-what the hell is this?” she demanded, looking up at him, clenching her sweaty fists just to maintain composure. It was obvious how freaked out she was. “Take him out,” Montez said to Enzo, along with two of his bodyguards standing beside him. “I’ll deal with him later.” Enzo followed the hefty guards who dragged the bleeding man, crying and already pissing his pants, out of the room like he was garbage. Which, to Montez, was exactly what he was. The door shut behind the men. Amira tried to make a run for it, but Montez grabbed her arm, p