Todos os capítulos de The Lie Behind His Devotion : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Nora hadn't expected to feel anything at all until the words "Heart of the Ocean" pulled her attention straight back to the stage.Under the bright lights, a palm-sized sapphire caught fire with brilliance. The stone's natural heart-shaped silhouette had formed entirely on its own, unpolished, which was exactly why the original designer had named it what he did.The auctioneer continued. "The Heart of the Ocean was designer Desmond's final gift to his wife, given on the last day of his life. Some call it history's most enduring love letter. Desmond passed shortly after from illness and in a twist no one anticipated, his wife took her own life not long after, wearing this very stone."A tragic story, but also one that had always stirred something like envy in Nora. What does it take for a man to love his wife that completely, enough that she'd rather die than live without him?Maybe, for her, nothing else in the world felt worth staying for once he was gone. Following him must have fel

Having dated Julian for years, Nora had crossed paths with nearly his entire social circle. Out of deference to him, most of them had called her Ms. Amanda back then regardless of age, some even jokingly slipping into "sister-in-law.""Ms. Amanda" fits considerably better now than anything tying me to Julian.Her expression hardened, voice going cold. "Get out of my way."The man in the floral shirt rose to his feet, arms crossed, mouth curling into something provocative. "Ms. Amanda, until you give our boy an apology, your friend isn't going anywhere."There's no version of tonight where Bea got this drunk on her own. Somebody dosed her.And whatever Julian's angle is here, this was clearly designed to lure me in specifically.Putting the pieces together, Nora turned slowly, scanning the room until she found him surrounded by women, thoroughly enjoying himself.Catching her eye, Julian's mouth curved into a satisfied smile. "Nora. You finally noticed me. I was starting to think you'd

Nora's whole performance read as wild, unbothered abandon enough to genuinely throw Scarface off his plan.One of his men leaned in, murmuring low. "Boss, look at them, they're clearly mid-act in there. Weston's carrying a gunshot wound, no way he's got the strength for that right now. No blood smell coming from the car either, and that woman's attitude isn't fear, it's genuine annoyance. If we waste time getting tangled up with her, we lose our window on Weston entirely. Not worth it."The logic tracked. Still, Scarface wanted eyes on the man's face directly, better a hundred wasted stops than one missed target.He steeled himself and reached for the door handle.That's when a crowd of young men came pouring out of Horizon Lounge, spotting the crowbars still in his men's hands, already shouting."You three smashed our cars? Do you have a death wish?"Every car owner whose alarm had gone off came running. The clientele at a place like Horizon Lounge skewed almost entirely toward the c

Nora grabbed her arm sharply. "What's wrong with you, waving that thing around?"Seeing Nora in front of her actually calmed Bea down slightly, though her face stayed flushed with fury, neck muscles still taut. "That worthless excuse for a man used me to set you up. I am going to end him today."Bea, sharp as ever, had already pieced most of it together from the household staff mentioning Nora's late-night call for a pickup.Fury still burning, Bea genuinely looked ready to go finish the job herself."Relax," Nora said, prying the knife from her hand and passing it off to a nearby staff member. "You don't get that chance right now anyway."Bea blinked. "Meaning?"Nora settled into a chair, composed. "Julian's currently sitting in a holding cell. Unless you're planning to storm the detention center."That got Bea's attention immediately. She crossed the room and leaned in close. "Wait, seriously? Tell me everything, I need the details."Once Nora finished recounting it, Bea's jaw dropp

Walter held a press conference, reporters packed into the room, and stood center stage delivering a deep, practiced bow of apology.He took the microphone, voice heavy with sincerity. "Donating a forged painting to that auction was an oversight on my part, plain and simple. Whatever criticism comes my way, I accept it fully. A mistake is a mistake. But I want to be clear: I had no idea the piece was fake when I donated it. I acquired it believing it was authentic. I'm a victim here too, in a sense. Even so, the error is mine to own, and as a gesture of good faith, I'll be funding a new elementary school for underprivileged children in a rural district."Walter had spent years perfecting this exact persona: refined, family-oriented, the consummate gentleman success story.Paired with that practiced humility, the performance landed exactly as intended: a man who'd simply been deceived, too decent to have seen it coming. Public sympathy shifted almost instantly, and most people felt too