All Chapters of A GAME OF LIES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night air was cool, the city lights flickering across the windshield as Montez steered his car toward home to pick her up for their dinner date. His mind was restless but bright with anticipation. Tonight was the night. Tonight, he would give Amira the ring. The thought of her wide-eyed shock, her laughter, maybe even her tears, was the only thing keeping his chest from exploding with nerves. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He ignored it at first, assuming it was Enzo checking in, but the vibration came again. And again. A string of messages lit up the screen, each one marked by the same unknown number. Frowning, Montez grabbed the phone at the next red light and tapped open the first file. His pulse slowed. Then it stopped. A photograph filled the screen. Amira. Her hair was a wild halo against white sheets, her lips swollen with kisses. Beside her was Nathan, his smi

Amira stared at the words until they blurred, her fingers trembling so violently the file nearly slipped from her grasp. Four weeks pregnant. The air thickened in her lungs. She pressed her palm to her stomach, the sterile room suddenly closing in on her. Tears welled, spilling freely as reality slammed into her chest. “The child…” her voice cracked, barely above a whisper, “it’s his. Montez’s.” The nurse shifted awkwardly, clearly not knowing what to say. Amira’s eyes filled with wild determination. “He has to know. He deserves to know. Whatever’s happened between us, whatever hate he carries… he’s still the father.” She pushed the blankets aside and swung her legs off the bed. The nurse tried to stop her. “Miss Santis, please, you need rest. You fainted earlier and—” “No,” Amira interrupted, her voice breaking but firm. “

The storm began quietly. First, a trickle of whispers, then an avalanche of headlines that crashed down across every screen and every paper. By the time Amira saw it, her stomach had already turned to ice.BLACKWOOD LOVE AFFAIR: A CONTRACTUAL LIE?INSIDE SOURCES CLAIM RELATIONSHIP BUILT ON BUSINESS AGREEMENT.BOARD TO DEMAND ANSWERS FROM CEO VITALIO AND INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST AMIRA SANTIS. Her hand trembled as she scrolled, reading line after line of damning detail. They had the contract. Every clause, every signature, laid out for the world to dissect. Someone had leaked it. She didn’t need to ask who. Nathan’s shadow lingered in every sharp edge of the betrayal and now the board summoned her presence. Amira pressed her hand to her abdomen, steadying herself. The baby. She couldn’t let this break her, not now. The next day, she walked into the Vitalio headquarter

Amira hadn’t disappeared into her small apartment to lick her wounds. At least, not entirely. She had chosen silence for the cameras and the world, but inside those walls she worked, her mind sharp, and her instincts firing again. She might have been dragged through disgrace in the boardroom, but her training as a journalist wasn’t dead. If Nathan and Alessandro thought she would fold and vanish, they were wrong. Her first step was reaching out to the only colleague she still trusted, someone who had always valued truth over convenience. Late one evening, she sat in a café tucked into a quiet street, the glow of the streetlamps casting long shadows across the pavement. She looked up as the door opened and a woman in a navy trench coat stepped inside. “Elena,” Amira greeted softly, standing to hug her. Elena pulled back with a worried look. “You shouldn’t have asked me

The chaos of the gala bled into the night air. Guests stumbled out in clusters, their voices pitched in alarm as rumors twisted with every breath. Camera flashes flickered like lightning, reporters kept screaming out questions, while security scrambled to contain the uproar inside. Yet outside, in the shadows beyond the grand marble steps, a darker story unfolded. Amira had slipped away, desperate for a moment of air. The crowd, the lights, and the confrontation were already weighing on her. She pulled her coat tighter against the cold night and hurried down the steps, her heels clicking sharply. Her mission here was done so she had no reason to stay or even— That was when a hand snatched her arm, yanking her out of her path and thoughts. She gasped in fright. “Going somewhere, Amira?” Nathan’s voice was a hiss in her ear. She jerked, eyes wide. “Let m