All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112: Red Or Pink? Roman The suspicion that my wife was pregnant again didn’t sneak up on me. It had been building for weeks, like a storm gathering on the horizon—impossible to ignore once you felt the first shift in the air. It started that day in the nursery at dawn. I’d woken to the sound of Sav crying, soft and broken, the kind of sound that tore straight through my chest. She wasn’t in pain from the twins nursing like she'd been complaining about. No. Her milk supply had dropped sharply, leaving her breasts heavy and aching but strangely empty. Andie would latch for a few hopeful seconds, then pull away screaming. Miles did the same. Their frustration fed hers until she sat on the floor in the dim lamplight, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down her face, whispering that she was failing them.I’d pulled her into my arms that early morning, wiped her cheeks, and told her we could start weaning. Anything to stop the self-loathing in her voice. She’d nodded,

Chapter 114: Clever Girl Roman Looking back, it was almost laughable how fiercely I once swore I would never have children. I had built walls around that decision, convinced that fatherhood was a complication I didn’t need in a world already soaked in blood and betrayal. Yet here I was, completely undone by two tiny humans and the woman carrying our third. Love had rewritten every rule I once lived by. I wanted more—half a dozen, a dozen, an entire house filled with laughter, chaos and dirty diapers—if it meant sharing it with Savannah. That was why the news felt like pure sunlight breaking through storm clouds.She had gone to the hospital alone that morning despite my offer to cancel everything and go with her. “You have that meeting with Mr. Doyle,” she’d said, kissing me softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll swing by your office after.” And she did.The moment Sav stepped into my office, I knew the results had surprised her. She closed the door quietly, a soft glow on her face, the twi

Chapter 116: Someone You KnowLizzie I wondered if I’d be labeled a pessimist for even thinking it.Reese had thrown himself into a new project just one week after the charred ruins of his bar had stopped smoking. A restaurant this time—something elegant and intimate, with a late-night jazz lounge attached. I understood perfectly that that has always been his dream. He wanted to be a chef. But maybe Reginald was not a fan of the idea. He spoke about it like a man reborn, eyes bright with vision and possibility. I wanted to be happy for him. I wanted to match his energy, to dream alongside him. But every time he sketched another blueprint or took another call, a quiet dread coiled tighter in my stomach.Reginald was still out there. Still breathing. Still pulling strings.I knew Reese needed this—needed to build something beautiful from the ashes—but I feared his father would let him pour his soul into it, only to burn it all down again in the cruelest way possible. The thought kept

Chapter 118: Happiest Man Alive Reese I leaned back in the leather chair of my home office, the phone pressed to my ear, and Roman’s low, amused chuckle rolled through the speaker, far too entertained for the gravity of the situation.“So let me get this straight,” Roman said, his voice laced with dark humor. “The old tapes from years ago are magically resurfacing because Penelope can’t stop herself from sharing them like some deranged gossip columnist. She’s sent them to Lizzie and Carol, and now Lizzie is so pissed she’s actually considering putting out a hit on both Penny and Lauren?”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Yep.”A burst of genuine laughter exploded from the other end. I could practically hear the creak of Roman’s leather seat as the man shifted, clearly enjoying himself far too much.“I’m almost convinced Lizzie was my daughter in another life,” Roman added, admiration thick in his tone. “The audacity. The precision. I love it.”I nearly rolled my eyes, though a reluc

Chapter 120: Loyalty And Allegiance Lizzie The call with Roman had ended less than thirty minutes ago. The weight on my chest felt lighter. A plan was in motion. Penelope’s days were numbered, and the satisfaction of that knowledge hummed through my veins like a dark, sweet melody. I picked up another apple from the bowl, the fruit and resumed peeling it with slow strokes.Then I heard his footsteps.Reese paused in the wide arched doorway, one hand resting on the frame. His brows furrowed slightly as he took me in—still in my white linen sundress, hair twisted up loosely, knife in hand. His own hair was tousled from sleep, a dark lock falling over one eye. Even half-awake and wary, he looked devastatingly handsome. It was infuriating.“You’re in the kitchen,” he observed, voice still rough with sleep. “Peeling an apple.”I arched an eyebrow without looking up. “You’re just thirty, Reese. Don’t tell me your eyes are already failing you.”He let out a surprised laugh, the sound ric