All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 191: Is This Real? River My heart was beating so fast I had to clutch my chest just to make sure it hadn’t burst clean out of my ribs. Hudson hadn’t said a word yet. Not even one.He stood there in the middle of my bedroom, perfectly still, those cold eyes studying me like I was a problem that needed solving. Calculating. Analyzing. Turning what should have been a simple request into something that felt dangerous under his scrutiny.Would he agree? Would he turn me down flat? Had he already figured out that this was more than just a sprained ankle—that I was trying, however clumsily, to seduce him? It was possible. Hudson was terrifyingly smart and alert. Nothing ever seemed to slip past him.He pulled out his phone, typed something short, then slipped it back into his pocket. For some unexplainable reason, I wanted that phone in my hands. I wanted to know who he’d texted and what he’d said. Whether he’d reported to my father that his godson was now being asked to carry h

Chapter 193: A Lot Of Work Reese “God, I hate cemeteries.”Alex had said it at least a hundred times since we arrived, and each repetition scraped further against my nerves. I nearly turned and punched him in the throat. “Good grief. Shut it already,” I hissed under my breath. “You’re the one who insisted on coming along. You were supposed to stay behind and look after Lizzie.”He laughed. “She doesn’t need protecting. She’s very capable of handling herself. If anything, the others in that house are the ones who need protection from her.”I couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped. He wasn’t wrong. Lizzie had a spine of steel and a tongue sharper than most knives in the manor. Still, capability didn’t erase the presence of vipers like Randall and Rosalie. I would always make certain she was safe—whether she needed me to or not.Charlotte and Ramsey would keep an eye on her in our absence. At least, I believed they would. Speaking of Ramsey… I hadn’t seen him at breakfast, nor

Chapter 195: A Good Asset Lizzie I practically spent the entire day in River’s bedroom.Reese had left for the cemetery with Alex hours earlier, and I had zero interest in wandering the manor halls only to bump into Lauren or, worse, end up cornered by Randall. So I stayed put. Camped out on the edge of River’s bed like a temporary guardian, watching her try—and fail—to pretend the rejection from Hudson hadn’t gutted her.She was quiet. Quieter than usual. The kind of silence that meant her mind was still looping through every second of that bathroom conversation, dissecting his cold answers and the way he’d walked out without looking back. I didn’t push. Sometimes the only useful thing you could do was sit there and not leave. Thankfully, Charlotte arrived toward evening and immediately lightened the atmosphere in the most Charlotte way possible. Huge black sunglasses still perched on her face indoors, a raging hangover, and a splitting headache that made her look like a vampir

Chapter 197: Hiding In Plain Sight Reese“A doll. A freaking life-sized doll was buried in Penelope’s coffin.”I paced the dark stretch of cemetery grass while the diggers continued working on the second grave, phone pressed hard against my ear. The night air was thick with the smell of turned earth. My boots sank slightly into the soft ground with every step.Roman’s voice came through the phone, already on edge. “What do you mean a doll was buried?”“It’s a fucking doll, Roman!” I snapped, louder than I intended.Silence stretched on the other end of the line for several long seconds. When Roman finally spoke again, his tone had dropped into something dangerous. “Those bastards assured me she was dead. How the hell is a doll in that coffin?”“Jesus Christ.” Alex groaned beside me, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead like he was checking for a fever. “Can you both stop yelling for one second?” I shot him a look and tightened my grip on the phone. “That bitch has bee

Chapter 199: The Crash Reese I saw her before she saw me. Lizzie was standing at the bedroom window when Alex and I returned. From the gravel path below, her silhouette was framed by the glow of the lamps inside, hair moving a little in the night air, face tilted toward the dark grounds like she had been waiting there for a while. She was beautiful in a way that caught me off guard sometimes. Then she spotted me, and the smile that spread across her face was soft and a little shy. She lifted one hand and waved. My heart did that stupid, uneven thing it always did around her. Even after everything. Even with mud on my boots.Despite the worry that she was leaning too close to the open window, I felt my body vibrate with excitement at the sight of her. How was she actually real? Alex hadn’t said much on the ride back. The second we reached the manor, he had sprinted inside like something was chasing him. In reality it was just the smear of dirt on his shirt from helping me move