Todos os capítulos de The Orchestrated Lie: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter Forty-OneThe mansion loomed over me like a dark, imposing fortress as Stefan led me through the front doors. I could feel the tension in my chest tightening with every step, like I was walking into a trap I couldn’t escape from. The polished floors reflected our movements, and the large windows offered an unobstructed view of the perfectly manicured gardens outside. It all felt so... calculated. So controlled.Stefan’s grip on my back was unyielding as we walked deeper into the mansion. There was no warmth in his touch, no softness—just cold, domineering ownership. I knew better than to pull away, but it didn’t stop me from resenting every moment of it. I hated this. Hated him. But I had no choice.He led me into the spacious living room, a grand, airy space with high ceilings and sleek, modern furniture. The subtle scent of fresh lilies lingered in the air, and the soft lighting cast a serene glow over the room. It looked perfect, like something out of a dream or a magazine.

Chapter Forty-ThreeThe days since my last confrontation with Stefan had been filled with a silence that hung like a heavy fog between us. He was everywhere. Always watching, always near. The bodyguards, the constant surveillance, the lavish dinners where he’d sit across from me, his icy eyes never straying from my face—it was as if he was trying to suffocate me with his presence.But the thing was, I had gotten used to it. Too used to it. The vast mansion, the constant hum of the staff going about their duties, the feeling of being under constant observation—it had become my reality. I didn’t know how to break free from it, and with every passing day, I felt myself sinking deeper into this gilded cage Stefan had created for me.Today, however, something felt different. Stefan had been unusually quiet, his usual intensity muted as if he was contemplating something serious. He had spent most of the morning in his office, not asking for me, not demanding my presence like he usually did.

Chapter Forty-FiveThe silence in the office was almost unbearable. The door closed behind Stefan with a soft click, and I was left standing alone in the vast room, still reeling from the weight of his words. You’re mine. I could almost hear his voice in my head, a taunting echo that gnawed at the edges of my mind. I had to be strong. I had to find a way out, or at least, a way to regain control of my life. But with each passing day, it felt as though the walls around me grew higher, tighter, suffocating me until I couldn’t breathe.I stood frozen in place, my hands clenched at my sides, my thoughts a chaotic jumble. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that this man—this ruthless billionaire who held the power to break me—had just walked out of that door, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of whatever hope I had left.I had known from the start that Stefan was dangerous. That he wasn’t a man who played by the rules. But the realization that I was now

Chapter Forty-SevenThe air in Stefan's office felt thicker than usual, the tension between us like an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. I stood there, still reeling from his words, trying to steady my breath. The promise, or perhaps the threat, he'd left hanging in the air had shaken me to my core. His touch, though soft, had felt like an anchor—one that sought to pull me into his world whether I wanted to go or not.I had to escape, to clear my mind, but every time I thought about leaving, I felt like I was walking into a trap of my own making. The reality was simple: I was tangled in a web of my own fear and his manipulation. I was no longer sure who I was, who I had been before all of this. And the worst part? I didn’t know if I even wanted to fight it anymore.As Stefan turned away, his back now facing me once again, I watched him for a moment, that same cold expression settling over him as he gazed out the windows. He was a man of contradictions: ruthless yet controlli

Chapter Forty-NineThe stillness in the house that night was suffocating. After Stefan’s words had lingered in the air like a heavy mist, I retreated to my room, my thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion. I wasn’t sure whether to be furious or to give in to the strange pull I felt toward him.I couldn’t deny that he was controlling. That was undeniable. But there was a part of me—one I refused to admit—where I was beginning to doubt myself. Did I really have control over anything anymore?The baby. That one word echoed in my mind like a constant hum. It was the one thing that tied me to Stefan, the one thing that seemed to matter most to him. I had never imagined myself in this position, trapped between a man who believed he had control over my every move and the responsibility of carrying a child.I placed my hand over my stomach, a sigh escaping my lips. The baby. The only thing that was mine. Or was it? It felt as though the lines between what was mine and what Stefan contro