บททั้งหมดของ From Lies To Loyalty : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chapter 121: Maximum Comfort Lizzie I ended up rescheduling my shopping trip to the next day. I spent the day with Reese, just cuddled up together, watching movies. It was… perfect. The morning sun had barely crested the skyline when Reese rolled over in bed, his arm draping possessively across my waist. His voice was still husky with sleep as he murmured against my shoulder, “I’ll come with you to the mall today. Help you pick out something fitting for the occasion.”I smiled into my pillow, warmth blooming in my chest despite the dark purpose behind the shopping trip. A black dress for Penelope’s funeral. The thought should have horrified me, but after everything she had done it felt fitting. “No,” I replied softly, turning to face him. I traced a finger along his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. “I’d rather try them on and give you a private show when I get home. You can be the judge then. In our bedroom. With no distractions.”His eyes darkened with interest, a slow gri

Chapter 123: Gifted Hands Lizzie I paced in front of the massive screen where some football match played on mute, my arms wrapped tightly around my middle. The shopping bags from earlier still sat untouched by the door, black tissue paper peeking out like secrets. My blood was still boiling from the mall.“That bitch had the actual nerve to challenge me in public,” I hissed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “God, I hate the way she speaks about you. Like you’re still her property. Like she owns some piece of you that I’ll never touch. I just want to tear her apart, Reese. Limb by limb.”Reese lounged on the sofa, one leg crossed casually over the other, looking unfairly relaxed in nothing but black lounge pants and a fitted gray T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. His hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, and the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement as he watched me. The game flickered across his face in blues and greens, but his eyes

Chapter 125: Divorce Me Lizzie Reese’s hot, wet mouth descended immediately. His tongue lapped at the melting sweetness, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth with slow, hungry pulls. The contrast—freezing cold followed by scorching heat—ripped a shuddering moan from my throat. He increased the tempo of the toys with the remote, the vibrations intensifying as he switched to my other breast, licking every drop with deliberate care.“Fuck… Reese…” I whimpered, fighting desperately not to cry out louder. “Sorry, sir.” He spoke against my skin, voice husky. “I’ll wait ten years for this, my darling. Ten years to see these perfect breasts grow heavy with milk for our child. To watch your belly swell round and beautiful with life I put inside you. To feel that deep, primal pride knowing I’m the one who did that— that you chose me to fill you, to breed you when you’re ready.”His filthy, loving words sank into my soul like warm honey, twisting the pleasure into something almost spiritua

Chapter 127: An Actress Reese I sat on the edge of the bed, phone on speaker, while Lizzie paced slowly beside me. Her red lingerie from earlier had been replaced by one of my oversized shirts, the hem brushing her thighs. Even now, with the weight of recent events pressing down, she looked breathtaking.“No. That wasn’t me,” Roman’s voice came through the speaker, calm as always. “We had barely finalized the details. Someone else clearly wanted her gone. Penelope made plenty of enemies over the years. She was a real piece of shit.”“Lauren,” Lizzie said immediately, stopping mid-pace. Her voice was sharp with conviction. “I’m certain it was her.”I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temple. “How can you be so sure? They seemed like the perfect pair—two women who genuinely enjoyed making everyone else’s lives miserable together.”Lizzie crossed her arms, eyes flashing. “Because I’m a woman, Reese. And I’m telling you, this has Lauren’s handwriting all over it. She was playing the long game.

Chapter 129: Make Your Choice Reese The longer I stood in that oversized hospital suite, the hotter the rage burned in my veins. The air felt suffocating under the cloying scent of too many expensive flower arrangements sent by the sycophants who had no idea what kind of monster lay in that bed. Lauren’s “recovery room” looked more like a presidential suite than a medical ward. But none of it masked the rot at the center of it all.I watched Lauren from across the room, her one visible eye fixed on me with that unsettling mix of adoration and fragility. She reached out again with her good hand, as if expecting me to cross the distance and take it. The audacity made my jaw clench so hard it ached. Did they truly see me as some rare, expensive doll to be claimed? A prize to be acquired simply because Lauren had decided it?The thought turned my stomach. She had stalked me from the moment she saw me buying pregnancy tests for Savannah. One glance in a convenience store, and she had