Todos os capítulos de The Lie Behind His Devotion : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Every eye in the room locked onto the unrolled scroll. A beat later, Walter, finally snapping back to attention, lunged to snatch it momentarily forgetting Nora was watching his every move.She stepped neatly into his path, feigning wide-eyed surprise. "My goodness isn't this Aldric Vane's White Birds? Look at the brushwork, the paper quality, this is clearly the genuine piece."Before arriving, Nora had already reached out to the three men whose donated pieces turned out to be forgeries, letting them know their "collector's items" were fakes and encouraging them to get independent appraisals if they doubted her.Walter was a skilled forger, no question but a real expert could still spot the difference every time.By the time they'd arrived today, all three already had their confirmation in hand.Nora had promised them she'd help recover the authentic pieces, provided they cooperated with her plan. That's exactly why they'd bolted upstairs the moment the opportunity presented itself;

The wealthy woman spoke with open contempt, raked a dismissive glance over Helen, shoved past her, and swept into the apartment like she owned it.Helen, pale and keeping her head down, asked timidly, "Are you here for Nora?"The woman crossed into the living room in her heels without sparing Helen another glance. "Call Nora out here."Before Helen could respond, Nora's voice cut through first. "Mrs. Shaw. Something you needed?"Stepping out of her bedroom, Nora found Margaret Shaw standing there, radiating exactly the same superiority she remembered from three years ago.Margaret's gaze landed on her, surprise flickering briefly before settling into contempt. "Nora. Your aunt made the trip here personally because there's something she needs from you."She pulled a prepared letter from her Verlaine bag and approached, heels clicking sharply against the floor. "This is a letter of understanding. I need your signature."Nora skimmed it briefly, already putting together exactly why Marga

Nora paused, the memory of yesterday's careless words resurfacing.She'd blurted something out in a rush while treating his wound, more worried about him misreading her intentions than anything else at the time.He actually remembered that? Word for word?Is this his ego, bruised?I didn't realize he could be this petty."Mr. Blackwood," she said. "You're hurting me."Instantly, the composed, assertive man from a moment ago released her hand like he'd been caught doing something wrong, brow furrowing with genuine remorse.His gaze dropped to the faint red mark circling her wrist, his frown deepening. "...I'm sorry."Nora studied him, something about that expression feeling completely wrong on his face.Flustered, she said, "No need to apologize, Mr. Blackwood. I should go. See you next time."Before she'd taken a single step, he repeated the question. "You still haven't answered me, Miss Amanda. If men like me aren't your type what is?"Why does this actually matter to him?She couldn

"Vivian's your precious little sister. Your family. So I deserve to die for existing?""You think I owed her something that even handing over my own corneas wasn't enough to settle the debt. In your family's eyes, I'll always be the villain, no matter what I give up."Nora's smile turned bitter, voice flat and distant. "Elliot. Do you remember when you fell through the ice at ten years old, dead of winter? I pulled you out of that lake myself and spent weeks sick in bed because of it. You promised me then you'd protect me for the rest of your life that you'd burn down anyone who ever hurt me. And then what did you actually do? Treated me like a stranger in my own home and defended Vivian at every single turn. Some brother you turned out to be."Elliot froze, the memory hitting him square in the chest.He'd been ten that year, reckless the way ten-year-olds are, dragging eight-year-old Nora out to the lake to fish. He'd slipped on the muddy bank and gone under.He couldn't swim. He'd b

Soft, carrying that particular scent that was unmistakably Weston, folding into her breath.Nora froze. Whether it was the alcohol slowing her reflexes or something else entirely, she didn't react right away.Then came the sensation she'd only ever experienced in a dream Weston, helplessly, deepening it.Nora snapped back to herself and shoved him away hard.A muffled groan escaped him, his hand flying to press against his left side on instinct.Too late, Nora remembered the injury her shove had clearly aggravated the wound.Worry flickered through her, though she said nothing about it.Weston caught his breath for a few seconds, studying her cheeks flushed a captivating pink, lips kissed red and full, more tempting than fruit freshly picked. His throat worked as he registered the faint trace of wine still lingering on her mouth, and even his usual composure seemed to momentarily fail him.The man who'd stumbled into him stammered an apology from the doorway of the men's room. "Sorry