All Chapters of From Lies To Loyalty : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61: Whirlwind Romance Reese “I can live with that,” I whispered back, brushing my thumb over her knuckles.She shook her head, laughing under her breath, and for a second the rest of the room faded. Just her. Just us. The way it had been since that first chaotic night we’d collided again and somehow never untangled.Roman, however, was nowhere near done.“This… whirlwind romance or whatever this is,” he continued, dragging a hand through his hair as if trying to physically work through the frustration building inside him, “it’s madness. Jesus Christ, Savannah. That’s practically your sister—”“Cousin, babe—”“Cousin—”Both Savannah and Lizzie corrected him at the exact same time, their voices overlapping so perfectly that it caught me off guard, and before I could stop it, laughter broke free, unrestrained, cutting straight through the heaviness of the moment.Miles startled, then grinned up at me with his toothless smile like he was in on the joke.Roman’s glare snapped to

Chapter 63: I'm Home Lizzie I exhaled. “I didn’t grow up rich, Reese. Unlike you, I’m not used to this—all of this.” I gestured at the fortune laid out like candy. “I don’t even know how to choose. I don’t think I know what I like in jewelry. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really wear any. Never have. It wasn’t exactly a thing in my house growing up. We were lucky to live comfortably and have a little more than others out there. But that's that.” My voice softened. “I’m scared I’m going to pick wrong. Or that I’ll pick something and then hate it in six months and you’ll think I’m ungrateful or—”“Hey.” Reese reached over and caught my hand, thumb brushing my bare ring finger. His eyes held mine. “There is no wrong choice. This isn’t a test. It’s not about proving anything. It’s about what feels like you. If you want a plain band, we’ll get a plain band. If you want something that could be seen from space, we’ll get that too. I just want you to have something you love looking at eve

Chapter 65: The Fairytale Version Lizzie “Decisions change,” Savannah said lightly, though her eyes danced with knowing amusement. “He’s Roman’s brother after all.” She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice like she was sharing state secrets. “Now let me tell you this—there was a time when Roman didn’t want children. A firm, strong no. Wouldn’t even entertain the conversation.”I frowned, genuinely surprised. “What? But I thought you guys were trying—”She shook her head, waving a hand. “No, that was after. Before the twins, he didn’t want anything to do with kids. I changed his mind. Slowly. With patience, a lot of strategic planning and a whole lot of scheming.” She grinned. I laughed at how mischievous that sounded. “And I’m so certain that if it wasn’t for the fact that we agreed we wouldn’t have another one until after our wedding, I know we would have been expecting another by now. But no. I want us to have a big wedding once the twins turn one. We might even have th

Chapter 67: Risqué It Is Lizzie If choosing a wedding dress had felt overwhelming in a distant, almost abstract way, lingerie shopping was something else entirely, something far more immediate and personal, the kind of experience that forced you to confront parts of yourself you didn’t usually examine this closely.Savannah moved through the store like she owned it, pulling pieces with the confidence of someone who had done this dance before. There was no hesitation in her movements, no second-guessing, just a quiet certainty that made me acutely aware of how out of place I felt in comparison.She held up a deep maroon set—satin and sheer lace, with delicate straps and a plunging neckline that promised trouble. “This color looks good on you,” she said, shoving it gently against my chest and stepping back to appraise. “It flatters your skin tone and works perfectly with your hair. Try it. You’ll see.”I nodded, clutching the hanger like a lifeline. “Okay…” I drew the word out slowl

Chapter 69: God Complex Lizzie I wasn't planning on stopping there. I had a lot more to unload on this crazy lady who spoke about bringing an unrepentant prisoner out of jail like she deserved an applause.I couldn't hold back. Not when his voice that sounded through my mind was so vivid, so real, the weight of everything I knew about that man pressing down on me like a suffocating force.“He literally killed people,” I continued, my voice rising despite myself, each word sharper than the last. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Or do you just not care? Would you literally do anything for money and fame? Do you have no empathy for the families of the people he murdered because of his recklessness?”Silence followed.“Those families don’t get to walk free. They don’t get a second chance because some lawyer with a God complex decided to play the hero for a paycheck.”Penelope stared at me, genuinely shocked. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. Savannah threw her head b