บททั้งหมดของ From Lies To Loyalty : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Chapter 131: Shut Up Lizzie The silence in the car on the way back from the hospital was deafening. Reese hadn’t said a single word since we left the private elevator. Not when the driver opened the door for us in the underground parking, and not during the entire ride up to our penthouse. His hand had held mine the whole time, but it felt distant—mechanical, like he was holding on out of habit rather than desire. The warmth that usually radiated from him was gone, replaced by a cold tension that made my skin prickle.My initial worry had curdled into something sharper. Annoyance. Frustration. A slow-burning fear that whatever Nathan White had said in that hallway had cracked something between us.The moment the front door of our penthouse clicked shut behind us, I decided I had endured enough.I kicked off my shoes by the entrance, the soft thud echoing in the open space. “Are you still not going to tell me what happened with Nathan White?” I asked, my voice cutting through the q

Chapter 133: This Wasn't Passion Lizzie I don’t know how long we stayed like that—tangled on the bedroom floor, bodies pressed together as if the world outside our penthouse might shatter us apart at any second. Reese clung to me, his arms were wrapped round my waist, his face buried in the curve of my neck and chest, warm breath fanning across my skin with every shaky exhale. I held him just as fiercely, one hand cradling the back of his head, fingers threading through his silky hair, the other stroking slow circles along his bare back. I kissed his temple, his forehead, the line of his jaw—anywhere I could reach—trying to pour every ounce of love and reassurance into him.Now I understood why he had been so tense and quiet on the ride home. The weight he carried wasn’t just anger or exhaustion—it was terror. Terror for me. For us. A part of me felt sick with guilt for pushing him so hard earlier. I had provoked him, needled him, refused to let him process in silence until he s

Chapter 135: Things Escalated Lizzie I can’t remember crying this much in my entire life. Not even when I discovered my parents had planned to sell me off to Kenneth like livestock. That betrayal had cut deep, but this—this shattered something inside me I didn’t know could break.Reese had passed out in my arms, his body suddenly dead weight, blood from his back soaking into my dress. Panic had seized me so completely that for several terrifying seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I had managed to crawl out from beneath him, limbs shaking, and scramble for his phone on the edge of the bed. My first instinct was to call Roman. I was terrified. Reese was bleeding. Unconscious. And it was all because of me.But just as my thumb hovered over Roman’s contact, I froze. Reese’s earlier words echoed in my head—he didn’t want to drag Roman into this, not when his brother was finally enjoying peace with Savannah and their growing family. Roman was hours away anyway. What if something went wrong i

Chapter 137: A Depraved Individual Reese A few days had passed, and the pain in my back had not vanished, but it had dulled to a manageable burn. At least I could sit up and walk around now without feeling like my skin was being ripped apart. Every movement still pulled at the stitches and bandages, a sharp reminder of what I had asked Lizzie to do—what I had forced her to become in that moment of self-loathing.I was surprised when she told me Ben had been the one to treat my wounds. At the same time, I was pissed. Ben was a good friend, but he was also annoyingly perceptive. The kind of doctor who didn’t just fix bodies—he dug into the “why” behind the injuries.Just like now.He sat on the edge of our bed, carefully changing the dressings on my back while I sat shirtless, facing away from him. His movements were professional, but I caught the occasional sideways glance he threw toward the doorway. Lizzie had been in and out of the room, picking up study materials for her clas

Chapter 139: It's Nasty, BabyLizzieReese had to be kidding. He couldn’t be serious. This had to be some sort of secret plan to outsmart these dirty Whites. But Nathan was dumb and overjoyed, already waving Quentin over with a glint in his eyes. “Give her a pen, Quentin. Let her sign and the divorce will be settled!” he called out happily.I glanced at Reese. He just pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one right there in the hospital room, and started smoking like this wasn’t a sterile medical environment and he hadn’t just served me divorce papers.“Reese!” I stomped my foot, screeching. “Say something!”He puffed out a cloud of smoke, not even sparing me a glance. “Just sign, Elizabeth. Don’t make a fuss over everything.”The full name felt like a slap. I marched straight up to him and delivered one—my palm cracking hard across his cheek. The sound echoed in the room. “Are you serious right now? You’re picking her over me? Have you forgotten everything you said? That you loved m