All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter 221: Moving Too Fast Reese She was alive.All these years, Dahlia had been alive.The sentence did not fit in my head. It kept sliding off the facts I had learned to live with. “What did you do?” My voice came out raw. “How do you take a woman who never belonged to you and hide her for more than a decade? How do you let your own brothers mourn a grave that was never full?”Ryan did not look ashamed. He pointed at the chair across from him as if this were still a conversation that could be managed with decorum.“Sit down—”“Do not tell me to sit down, Ryan.” The volume jumped before I could stop it. “We buried her. Roman buried her. I stood there and I—” The rest tangled. “And the two of you have been laughing. Playing the rest of us for fools.”“Keep your voice down.” His eyes flicked to the door. “Let me explain.”“Explain what? How you pulled it off? Where she is? I want to look her in the face and know if every conversation we ever had was a performance. If I was just con

Chapter 223: You’re DeadReese ~~~*This chapter is dedicated to Chanel and Puja Singh* I love you and I appreciate you! ~~~The laughter left me before I meant to let it go. I was on my feet immediately. “Reginald is afraid of ghosts.” I shook my head at the absurdity of it. “What is he, three? Does he check under the bed before he sleeps, or does Hudson do that for him?”Ryan only watched me calmly. The sling on his arm did not make him smaller or weaker. He still looked like a fox. If anything, the restraint of it made him look more calculated and dangerous, like a man who had already decided how much of himself he was willing to spend on this conversation and how much he was saving.That bastard clearly had a lot more he wasn’t saying. Not was ready to say. “Are you done?”The laughter died in my throat. “You’re serious.”“There are a great many things that can kill a man who thinks he is untouchable, Reese.” Ryan’s voice stayed low, almost gentle. “His sins sit at the top of

Chapter 225: Clear The Ruin Reese~~~This chapter is dedicated to Kathy M and CeeCee Crawford. Thank you for sweetening my days with your words.~~~Ask Lizzie.Well, fuck. That’s tough. I don’t exactly know how to work around that. Considering my wife and I just had a fight and still have a pending conversation. I walked in already knowing I had come for the wrong reason.Ask Lizzie. Charlotte’s whisper was still in my ear, and the practical part of me wanted the photograph and what she knew. The rest of me knew I had no right to walk into this room and start with a question. Not after what I had said to her. Not with the threat still sitting between us like something that had not been picked up off the floor. The curtains were half drawn. Daylight still lived in the room, but she was in bed anyway, comforter pulled to her chin. Something in my chest pulled tight.I hoped she had not been crying because of me. I had been angry. Angry that she wanted to erase the baby. Angry tha

Chapter 227: Twenty-four Hours Roman Sav was kicking her feet against the side of the bed, restless in the way she got when her mind had already outrun the room.“Do you think they’ve resolved it?” She glanced at the door, then back at me. “Why am I so nervous? I keep thinking they’re fighting again. I don’t want them to fight. They’re so cute together.” I looked up from the screen I had not actually been reading. “I don’t think so.” I wanted to believe the conversation I had with Lizzie had held. The bargain. The small door I had left open so she would not feel cornered. “I think they’re going to be all right. Don’t stress yourself, my love. Not in this condition.”She nodded, though her feet kept moving. “I’m more excited about the baby than they are. Is that strange? I’ve already started thinking about names. Just in case.”I smiled. “Ours, or theirs?” I asked. “You can’t name another person’s child without their permission, my love. That’s gotta be a crime.” I joked. “Theirs.

Chapter 229: He Scares Me RiverEveryone looked happy. At least from the outside.Alex was on the floor with Andrea, cross-legged and unguarded, which was rare enough that I kept looking at him to make sure I was not inventing it. Earlier he had gathered the few soft strands of her hair into two ridiculous pigtails. Even a guard by the far window had laughed. Andrea had not cared that she was the joke. She kept reaching up to pat the little knots, delighted with herself, and now they were playing some ruined version of peekaboo that consisted mostly of Alex hiding behind his own hands and Andrea screaming with joy every time he reappeared.He looked carefree. He was not. None of us were, not really. Father had pushed Alex into medicine and then refused to let him practice, because a Blackwood son in a hospital was, in his words, a waste of a role that had already been assigned. Alex’s life had been measured out before he finished school. So had mine.Ramsey sat with Miles against