All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: It's Him LizzieFor a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining him.Reese stood at the doorway like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere and shattered whatever fragile sense of control I thought I had over the situation. The soft light from the nursery lamp cast shadows across his face, leaving his expression half-lit and difficult to read, but there was no mistaking the alertness in his eyes. That alone told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t groggy. He wasn’t disoriented. He was awake in the way people were when something had already pulled them out of sleep and into awareness long before they stepped into a room.My mind raced, scrambling to piece together the timeline. He had been asleep when I left. I was sure of it. So when had that changed? How long had he been awake? And worse—how long had he been standing there?Almost as if the question had formed too loudly in my head, Reese stepped fully into the nursery, lif

Chapter 53: It's About Hudson Roman They didn’t say a word, and in that silence, I found the answer I had already been dreading. It settled over the room like a verdict that had been reached long before I ever opened my mouth to argue against it. Reese didn’t need to nod, Lizzie didn’t need to agree out loud; the quiet between them was enough, because it carried certainty, and certainty was always more dangerous than hesitation. It meant they had already convinced themselves. It meant that whatever came next had been decided before I was even given the illusion of having a say.River would never say no to something like this. That was the part none of them seemed willing to acknowledge out loud, as though avoiding the truth made it less damning. She had spent most of her life trapped, sheltered to the point of suffocation, her world reduced to corridors, guards, and carefully monitored interactions that stripped her of any real understanding of how people worked beyond the narrow

Chapter 55: Crazy Over You Reese “So…” I began, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone, easing into it rather than confronting it head-on. “I believe I heard something quite interesting earlier.”She groaned immediately, dragging a hand down her face. “Ugh. Fuck my life.”I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, the tension from earlier loosening just slightly at her reaction. “I think I heard a certain someone crying and professing her love for me,” I continued, deliberately exaggerating, watching the way her expression shifted with every word. “If I remember correctly, there was something about not being able to live without me. Soulmates. Tragic declarations. Very dramatic.”“That’s not true!” she shot back, her eyes widening as she pointed an accusing finger at me. “I never said that. You’re lying.”“Am I?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Because I distinctly recall you begging Roman to talk to me about your… overwhelming feelings.”“I did not.”“I think I heard

Chapter 57: Not A Word Reese I trailed lower, kisses turning hotter, wetter, until I reached the swell of her breasts. I paused there, looking up at her through my lashes. Her chest was rising and falling fast now, nipples visibly throbbing against the damp fabric where my mouth had already been. Her cheeks were a deep, rosy red. Her lips were parted, swollen and red from where she’d been biting them. Behind her glasses, her eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust. Lizzie looked like she was one breath away from combusting. And I was the one holding the match. I dragged my tongue across the peak of one breast, right over the cotton. The sharp inhale she gave me was pure music. I closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking gently at first through the thin barrier, letting the fabric grow wet and clingy. My other hand found her left breast, kneading, thumb flicking over the neglected peak in rhythm with my mouth. “Fuck…” The word trembled out of her, nothing like the shar

Chapter 59: A Terrible Cook Lizzie You know that moment when you’re floating in the warm, hazy afterglow of something perfect—heart still racing, body still buzzing, every nerve singing because you just gave someone everything and it felt right? Yeah. That exact second. And then, BOOM. Life hits you with a freight train. Or in this case, Reese. That freight train was Reese’s marriage proposal. A full-on, no-warning, ring-less but somehow still devastating blow straight to the chest. I was still on my knees in the middle of the room, naked, skin sticky with his cum drying on my breasts and chin, mouth still tasting like him, when the words left his lips. Let's get married. I never saw it coming. Not in a million years. Not even in the wildest, most reckless corners of my imagination. Dating him? God, yes. I’d let myself picture that. A lot. In the last week especially—lazy mornings in bed, the way he’d look at me like I was the only thing worth seeing. I’d even daydreamed abou