All Chapters of The Orchestrated Lie: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The days following our conversation were a blur of quiet moments and subtle changes. I could sense that Stefan and I were entering a new chapter in our lives. It was as if we had moved past the silent wariness that had marked our earlier interactions, and instead, something softer—something real—had settled between us. It wasn’t love yet, but it was something, something I hadn’t expected to feel.The baby was growing, and so were we. I found myself looking at Stefan differently, not just as the man who had saved me from my past but as someone I could potentially build a future with. There were still doubts, of course. The past wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten, and my heart, battered by years of uncertainty and betrayal, wasn’t one to forgive quickly. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that, with every passing day, Stefan seemed to be more and more present in my life—not just physically, but emotionally, too.He was there when I needed him, no questions asked. Whether it was

Chapter 121The following days passed in a haze of uncertainty, yet there was a strange sense of calm that seemed to settle around me. Stefan’s words lingered in my mind: “Take all the time you need.” And I found myself grateful for that space, that quiet assurance that I wasn’t being rushed into something I wasn’t ready for. But while the words brought me comfort, they also planted a seed of doubt within me. How long could I keep him waiting? How long would he be willing to stay, knowing that my heart was still hesitant, still uncertain?The baby had become more active, reminding me constantly that this wasn’t just about Stefan and me anymore. There was a new life growing inside of me, a small person who was both a product of this complicated web we’d found ourselves in, and a symbol of everything that had changed. I would never have imagined, even a few months ago, that I would be carrying Stefan’s child, but here I was. And as much as I tried to keep the future at bay, there was no

Chapter 123The sun had long since set, leaving the estate bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Shania stood on the balcony adjoining their bedroom, her arms wrapped around herself as the cool evening breeze teased her hair. Below her, the sprawling gardens were quiet, the faint sound of a fountain bubbling in the distance.She should have felt entirely at ease, but an unshakable restlessness kept her rooted in place.“Couldn’t sleep?”Stefan’s voice was a low rumble behind her, sending a wave of warmth through her. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His piercing gaze softened as it met hers, and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.“I was just thinking,” she admitted, leaning into his touch as he brushed a thumb across her cheek.“Dangerous pastime,” he teased, his lips quirking into a half-smile.Shania laughed softly, the sound easing the tension that had coiled in her chest. “I know

Chapter 125Stefan paced the private study of their penthouse suite, his imposing figure silhouetted against the city lights pouring in from the massive windows. The folder now lay on the desk, its damning contents spread open like a challenge issued to him. His piercing eyes held a dangerous glint, his jaw set in grim determination.Shania sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly, though her composure was unshaken. She trusted him—trusted that there was no force on earth capable of bringing Stefan Volkov to his knees.“Whoever did this,” Stefan growled, his voice sharp enough to cut steel, “has no idea who they’re dealing with.”He turned to her, his gaze softening only slightly as it met hers. “I’ll make sure they regret ever breathing the same air as you and Liam.”Shania rose from her seat, crossing the room to stand before him. “We’ll face them together,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.He placed his hands on her shoulders, his fingers tightening ever s

Chapter 127The morning sunlight filtered through the towering windows of Stefan’s estate, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors. Shania stood by the window in the bedroom, sipping her coffee and gazing out at the sprawling grounds. The events of the previous night played on her mind, not with fear or uncertainty, but with pride in the man she loved.Stefan emerged from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, his muscular frame exuding power and control. He approached her, pressing a soft kiss to her neck as his arms encircled her waist.“You’re up early,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied, leaning into his embrace. “Too much adrenaline.”He chuckled, the sound warm and intimate. “You handled last night like a queen. Petrov won’t dare cross us again.”She turned to face him, her hands resting on his chest. “Us, Stefan. We’re a team now. I’ll always stand by your side.”His blue eyes locked onto hers, filled with an unspoken promis