All Chapters of The Orchestrated Lie: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter ThirtyThe days were blurring together, and I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.Stefan's presence, always looming, became a constant in my life. And with each passing day, it seemed like I was inching closer and closer to whatever this was between us. I still didn’t fully understand it, but I could feel the pressure mounting. I had agreed to work with him for the baby’s sake, but that didn’t mean I was willing to surrender to him completely.Yet, every time I tried to hold onto my independence, he would remind me just how small my world had become.I stood at the vanity in the master bathroom, staring at my reflection. The pregnancy was starting to show, and every day it was a little harder to ignore. My stomach wasn’t large yet, but there was no denying the change. The fact that I was carrying Stefan’s child was something I couldn’t escape. It was there in every curve, every movement. And, try as I might to keep it at arm’s length, it was a constant reminder

Chapter Thirty-TwoThe following day was a haze of chaotic decisions, high-stakes conversations, and the inevitable tension that only Stefan Vance could create. The weight of the meeting yesterday had settled over me like a heavy blanket, one that I couldn’t shake off. I had gone from being the reluctant wife, trying to find any shred of control, to being something else entirely—a woman tethered to the powerful, unyielding empire that Stefan had built.I walked through the grand halls of the penthouse, my fingers grazing the smooth surfaces of the marble counters. The baby was kicking again, a reminder that despite everything, there was something real here. A piece of me that would belong to Stefan, whether I liked it or not.And yet, the knowledge of what I had to face next gnawed at me.Stefan was in his office again, that high-rise kingdom where he ruled over everything. And today, he had made it clear that I was to be involved in more than just his personal life. He had plans, and

Chapter Thirty-FourThe weight of the silence hung heavy in the air as I stared at the phone in my hand. It was early in the morning, and the city outside my window was still slowly waking up. The world outside seemed unaware of the turmoil brewing in my mind. The thoughts swirling in my head, the questions I had about my future, about Stefan, and about the life growing inside me—none of it seemed to fit together anymore. Everything felt like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces that didn’t belong.I hadn’t heard from Stefan since last night. The conversation we had left me unsettled, the way he had looked at me with such intensity, the promises that hung in the air like unspoken vows. But I had learned to trust nothing about him, nothing about his smooth words or his calculated demeanor.And yet, something in me still craved the truth. The truth about what was really happening between us.I didn’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I had stopped just being angry at him. Now,

Chapter Thirty-SixThe soft, rhythmic click of my heels echoed in the marble hallway as I walked toward the grand dining room, where Stefan was already seated at the long, polished table. The house was eerily silent except for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint music playing in the background. The sense of isolation that had been hanging in the air since I arrived still hadn't left me, but now, I was starting to feel it more intensely. Being in this mansion, under Stefan's watchful eyes, had a way of making me feel like I was losing myself. The more time passed, the more I became entangled in his world—a world I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a part of.As I entered the dining room, I noticed Stefan sitting there, his usual impenetrable expression softened by the dim lighting, the glow casting shadows across his chiseled features. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, sleeves rolled up slightly, his tie undone—looking every bit the billionaire CEO he was. A man who ruled his wo

Chapter Thirty-EightThe city outside the windows felt like a distant memory. As I stood in the sleek, sterile office that Stefan had set up for me, I felt more like a prisoner than a partner. My new workspace, just as polished and pristine as everything else in his world, was a silent reminder of the fact that I was no longer my own person. Not entirely.I stared at the polished glass desk, the cold metal edge digging into my palms as I leaned over it. My mind was racing, the clock ticking, and yet, there I was, unable to move, trapped by the weight of his expectations. There was no turning back now. The key had been handed to me, and my role in Stefan’s world had been carved out.The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I felt his presence like a storm on the horizon. Stefan. The man who had turned my life upside down. He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was an architect of destruction, and his blueprint was my life.“You’re late,” I muttere