All Chapters of A GAME OF LIES: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The glass doors slammed shut behind Amira as she stormed down the hall, her heels striking the polished floor like gunfire. Her chest burned with every breath, her mind replaying the damning images Rhea had shown her until they bled into one unbearable truth. By the time she reached Montez’s private office, her vision blurred with rage and heartbreak. She shoved the door open without knocking, fury leading the way. Montez was seated behind his desk, papers spread across the polished surface, the faint glow of his computer casting shadows across his sharp features. He looked up at her entrance, brows furrowing at her disheveled state, the storm in her eyes. “Amira,” he began slowly. “What—” “Don’t you dare,” she snapped, her voice raw. “Don’t you dare say my name like you don’t know exactly what you’ve done.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about

The mansion was quiet that night, unnervingly quiet. The guards stood stiffly by the hallways, their presence a constant reminder that Amira’s freedom had been stripped away. Montez walked in from the cold night air, his coat hanging off his shoulders, his steps heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came not from work, but from rage barely caged. He strode toward the guarded room, where two of his men stood. At the sight of him, they straightened immediately, heads bowed. “She’s inside, sir,” one of them murmured. Montez said nothing. He pressed his thumb to the biometric lock. The green light flickered, and the heavy door clicked open. Inside, Amira stood near the window, her face pale in the moonlight, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The moment she saw him, her eyes narrowed with fire. “So the king finally visits his prisoner,” she spat.

The night smelled of smoke and gunpowder when the last shots died away. Montez stood tall beside the bullet-riddled car, chest rising and falling slowly as the echoes of gunfire faded into silence. His men, bruised and bleeding, stood tall near him, checking ammunition, as they gathered the bodies of the fallen. A guard approached with something in hand, his voice steady though his fingers shook. “Boss, they left this behind.” Montez snatched the black envelope. The wax seal cracked with a sharp sound as he tore it open. His eyes scanned the words once, twice, and then his lips curved into something between a snarl and a laugh. “Step down or bleed until nothing remains. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!” Signed .A. He folded the letter with deliberate calm and slid it into his jacket. The men around him shifted uneasily

Amira had only gone down to the office to grab a stack of files when she noticed them. In the far corner, tucked away from the main flow of people, Rhea leaned in close to Nathan. Her posture was graceful, as though she was speaking of nothing more than casual gossip, but her words cut through the distance. “The balcony collapse was too far,” Rhea whispered, her tone sharp even in hushed breaths. “We need Montez alive. Broken, ruined, but alive. Do you understand me?” Nathan scoffed, tilting his head back with a mocking smirk. “You should tell that to Alessandro. He’s the one pulling the strings now. If he wants Montez in pieces, then Montez will be in pieces.” Amira’s breath caught in her throat. Wasn’t Nathan fired? He snuck in just to see Rhea?!! She froze, pressing her back against the wall, her heart pounding violently. The balcony collapse. Her mind reeled, replaying

Morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. Montez stirred, his body aching from the bruises and cuts that painted his skin. His chest felt heavy, his arm stiff beneath the layers of gauze. For a moment, his instinct was to sit up and reclaim control of his surroundings, but a gentler sound caught his ear. He opened his eyes and saw her. Amira sat at the edge of the bed, her brows furrowed in concentration as she carefully unwrapped the old bandage from his arm. Her touch was deliberate, as well as cautious, as though she feared hurting him. Fresh rolls of gauze and antiseptic waited on the nightstand beside her. Montez studied her silently, the corners of his mouth twitching. He had faced death the night before, blood on his hands and rage in his chest, yet now, the sight of her tending to him once again nearly unmade him.