All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 211 - Chapter 219

Chapter 211: He’s Your Brother Lizzie He looked at her. Something complicated moved through his face and then hardened again. “Really? I don’t remember making that promise.” The barrel shifted, precise. “And you don’t honestly believe I drove all this way armed just to have a conversation.” “Stop.” She pushed against his chest once. “He’s your brother. Do not shoot your own brother.” “He is not my brother.” “You’re going to do this in front of your children?” Her voice frayed at the edges. “In front of me? Do I not matter to you anymore?” “They can’t hear anything.” He touched her cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the gun, a gesture so tender it felt wrong against the rest of him. “You already know what you mean to me—” “Roman.” Reginald stepped closer, cane tapping once against stone. “I would advise you listen to Miss Hart—” The shot stole the rest of the sentence. Sav’s scream ripped out of her. “Roman—what did you do?” Randall’s roar followed immediately.

Chapter 213: Take The TestLizzie I sat stiffly in the enormous living room and tried to take up as little space as possible.Sav was beside me. The rest of the Blackwoods who still had the stomach for waiting—everyone except Reginald, Ryan, and Rosalie—were scattered across the couches and chairs like people stranded after a storm, pretending the furniture made them safe. Roman’s men were still moving through the house, opening walls and lifting frames and checking the places no one had ever wanted checked. No one could really blame the rest of the family for being paranoid. If Randall had filmed us, there was no reason to assume he had been selective.Rosalie had declined the sweep for her own rooms. *My brother would never hurt me.* The sentence still sat in the air like a very funny joke. Charlotte had tried to stay with Ryan while the family doctor looked at his shoulder. But he had snapped at her, so she had come back here instead, scotch in one hand, the other reaching ove

Chapter 215: Not A Theory LizzieHe was happy.That was the first thing I understood, and it was the thing that broke the entire room in half. The news that had hollowed me out in Sav’s bathroom had lit him from the inside. He had looked at the words on a stick and seen a future. I had looked at the same lines and seen the end of the only life I had come to love and cherish. Once he felt my reluctance, the light in him turned. Joy curdled into anger so fast I could almost hear it happen. And it was directed toward me. This conversation was going to become something else. I knew it before he opened his mouth.“I don’t understand what you mean,” I said, and fear had already taken my voice and made it small. “I don’t—”“Why do you keep doing this to me?” The words came through his teeth. “Do I look like a fool to you? Do you enjoy toying with me?”“No. That is not what I meant. I am trying to tell you how I feel—”“Fuck that.” He was on his feet. “We are having this baby, Elizabeth.

Chapter 217: I Found Letters Reese The water in the stone pool at the side of the manor was as dark as I remembered.No one came here. That was the point. It sat too close to the trees, too far from the polished paths the family preferred, a leftover piece of the grounds that had never been worth civilizing. It was the only place left that did not want anything from me. Especially my sanity.Nothing in the house was meeting in the middle. Lizzie would not keep the child for my sake. I would not stand by and watch her erase it because of a fear that belonged to people who had already failed her. Those two sentences had been circling each other for an hour and neither one had budged.I had not meant the threat the way it had come out of my mouth. I wanted her to understand I was not playing. That this was not another year she could bargain into ten. That I would not smile and call it love while she treated our child like a problem to be solved in private.That did not mean I would f

Chapter 219: Paid Actors LizzieI was still walking the argument in circles when the knock came. It was not Reese. Reese would not knock on his own door.“Who is it?” My voice came out thin. The headache behind my eyes had turned the whole afternoon into a pulse.“It’s me.” Roman.I dragged the back of my hand across my face and sat up straighter, as if posture could hide the wreckage. “Come in.”The door opened and he stepped through with Miles against his chest, the baby’s cheek squashed slightly into his shirt, headphones gone now, pacifier absent. Roman offered a half-smile that looked almost apologetic. “Hope you don’t mind. Just took him from Ramsey.”“Of course not.” I shifted over. “Sit.”He sat with a low groan and, before I could prepare myself, held his son out. “Take him for a second. My arms are done.” The child was in my lap before the protest or excuse could form.For a full second neither of us moved. Miles looked at me. I looked at him. It was a ridiculous, serious