All Chapters of The Orchestrated Lie: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Shania’s POVI didn’t expect to feel so... unsettled after everything. But here I was, sitting on the edge of Stefan’s bed, trying to collect my thoughts, yet failing miserably.It wasn’t the silence that unsettled me—it was the weight of what had happened. The way Stefan’s touch lingered on my skin, the way his words echoed in my mind. Let me in. Let me show you. They haunted me, tangled with my fear, and I couldn’t escape the pull they had on me.I wanted to deny it. To push him away, to assert my independence as I always had. But the truth was, I had never been good at staying away from temptation. And right now, Stefan was nothing less than the most dangerous temptation I had ever encountered.I exhaled slowly, my hands trembling just slightly as I looked at my phone. There was a message from my sister, Stephanie. The usual one. A short text, the same one she always sent when she felt guilty for everything that had happened. Guilt, or maybe it was pity—there was no telling with he

Chapter 91Shania’s POVThe next few days passed in a blur. Stefan’s words lingered in my mind, repeating over and over like a mantra that refused to leave me. “You don’t have to carry this all alone. Not anymore.” He had said them with such certainty, such conviction, that it almost felt like I had no choice but to believe him. But my doubts still clung to me, relentless and suffocating.Every time I tried to get close to him, every time I let my guard down, I felt the weight of my own fears dragging me back, making it hard to take that final step toward him. I wanted to trust him. God, I wanted to. But how could I? How could I trust someone when my own heart had been so thoroughly torn apart before?It was late in the evening when Stefan and I found ourselves alone again, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. I had spent the day in a haze, my mind racing, trying to focus on anything other than the ever-growing

Chapter 93Shania's POVI woke up with a start, heart pounding, as the soft light of dawn crept through the window. I wasn’t sure if I’d actually slept or if I had just drifted in and out of a restless haze, my mind too tangled to allow for real rest. The bed beside me was empty, and for a moment, I felt the familiar pang of panic, the fear that I had somehow been abandoned.But then I remembered. I remembered Stefan’s words from the night before, the way his arms had held me, the promise he made that he wouldn’t leave.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and took a deep breath. I couldn’t keep letting my insecurities control me. I couldn’t keep pushing him away because I was scared of getting hurt. Stefan wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t like Adrian or anyone else from my past. I had to remind myself of that.I glanced over at the clock—it was still early, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I slid out of bed and padded quietly across the room to the bathroom. After spl

Chapter 95Shania's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without the gnawing anxiety in my chest, without the suffocating weight of fear pressing down on me. Stefan’s words from the night before lingered in my mind—gentle, patient, and full of understanding. I had let myself open up, let myself trust him in a way I hadn’t trusted anyone in years. It wasn’t easy, but it felt right. And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to believe that maybe I deserved happiness. Maybe I could let love in.I turned over in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, and found Stefan still asleep beside me. His features were relaxed, his breathing even, and for a moment, I just watched him. There was something so peaceful about the way he slept, as if he carried no burdens, no ghosts, no shadows of the past. It was easy to forget how much he had done to make me feel safe, to make me feel

Chapter 97I sat in the corner of the room, trying to block out the noise around me. The steady hum of conversations, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter felt distant. Everything seemed to fade away, leaving me alone in a sea of thoughts I couldn't swim through. The only thing I could focus on was the growing life inside me, the child I hadn’t planned for, but who I couldn’t deny.The sensation of my stomach tightening, the subtle reminders of the life inside, was almost surreal. How did I end up here? How did my life take such an unexpected turn? I hadn't asked for any of this, and yet here I was, living a reality far different from the one I had envisioned for myself.I glanced over at Stefan, standing near the bar, his back slightly turned. He was talking to someone, but his attention seemed to flicker in my direction every few seconds. It was as if he couldn't quite stay away. The pull between us was undeniable, even if I hated to admit it. The attraction, t