All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 161: One More Secret Reese “That’s what I was talking about,” Alex said, his voice low as we all stared up at the grand staircase. “And this is exactly why I said it’s best if you find out for yourself.”The longer I stared at Lauren’s smiling face and enthusiastic waving, the more I regretted not pushing that knife into her chest and emptying the rest of that poison into her veins back at the hospital. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about Lizzie being in even more danger than I’d already anticipated. Why the hell was she here? Reginald had made his disdain for her and her entire “incestuous clan” crystal clear. So why invite the snake into the garden?“Reese!” Lauren called out again, waving even more frantically from her wheelchair at the top of the stairs. “I’ve been waiting for you!”I balled my hands into fists, nails digging into my palms. What the fuck had I been thinking when I spared her life? I’d assumed she’d hate me after I killed her father and nearly

Chapter 163: Do You Mind? Lizzie I ended up taking a full shower instead of just changing out of the ruined dress. The sticky soda had soaked through the fabric and left my skin feeling gross and uncomfortable. I needed to wash the entire day off me—especially after that unsettling encounter with Randall and Bella.Alex had initially offered to wait outside the bedroom door while I changed, but when I told him I was going to shower instead, he nodded understandingly. “I’ll come back later. Take your time.”That worked perfectly for me. I liked Alex’s company—he was cool and straightforward—but right now, I needed a moment alone to process the heavy, oppressive energy of this manor. It felt like the walls were watching me. Something was watching me. Even as I stripped and removed the fake belly. Or… maybe I was just paranoid. The bathroom attached to our assigned suite was luxurious in that cold, intimidating way everything here seemed to be. Marble floors, a massive clawfoot t

Chapter 165: Just A Baby Reese Getting my wife pregnant would be the easiest, most pleasurable work of my life. I’d worship every inch of her while doing it. Don’t worry, Lizzie. You’ll love carrying my child. You’ll glow. You’ll be insatiable. Trust me.I turned to her, still smiling. “This is my brother, Ramsey.” “Half-brother,” Ramsey corrected politely, flashing that wide, guileless grin. “Same father. Different mothers.” I hated that he felt the need to say it. The words had been drilled into him since birth—know your place, know the hierarchy. But to me, he was simply my brother. Blood. Family. End of story. Lizzie glanced at me, confusion flickering behind her glasses. She didn’t know Ramsey’s overly honest nature yet. Didn’t know how different he was from the rest of us. “Hi, Ramsey.” She offered a warm smile and extended her hand. “I’m Elizabeth. But you can call me Lizzie. Everyone does.” Shit. Wrong move. Not yet. Ramsey took an instinctive step back, starin

Chapter 167: An Upper Hand Lizzie“What are you thinking?” I asked, my voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled over our room like a thick fog. I hated when Reese got this quiet. That sharp mind of his was a weapon—brilliant, relentless, and sometimes terrifying in how deeply it cut through layers of deception. I could practically hear the gears turning, schemes forming, risks being calculated. But I didn’t want to be kept on the sidelines anymore. I wanted in. All the way in. No more solo stuff, no more protecting me by shutting me out. We were partners in this nightmare now. Husband and wife. Ride-or-die. He stood by the window, staring out at the manicured grounds that hid so many sins. The light cast long shadows across his broad shoulders, making him look every bit the dangerous man he was. My man. “We have an upper hand, Lizzie,” he finally said, turning to face me. His eyes locked onto mine. I nodded, staying quiet, giving him the space to unravel hi

Chapter 169: You're Paranoid Reese “Oh shit… Sorry, Reese. My bad.” Randall rubbed his forehead, flashing what he probably thought was a disarming smile. “Rosie, the wine was actually for Reese, not for his wife.” He turned to me with a nod. “Congrats on your wedding, bro.” Rosalie shot him a sharp frown, her perfectly arched brows knitting together. “Was it? That’s not what you said earlier—” “Slip of the tongue, sis,” Randall replied calmly, smooth as oil. “Happens to the best of us.” I glanced back at Lizzie. Her expression mirrored exactly what I felt—eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. She sensed the wrongness in the air too. This wasn’t a casual drop-in. This was calculated. I wasn’t buying his little act for a second. Randall couldn’t fool me. He’d probably heard something. The question was, how long had they been lurking outside that door? And how the hell had they caught words spoken so quietly? The manor had ears, sure, but this felt too precise. Too t