LOGINSynopsis Unknown: ( ) "I saw you at the café yesterday. You look cute with a lollipop between your lips. But you know what will look hot in your mouth? My dick" *** An array of lies. Innocent. Harmless. So what could probably go wrong? Mirabel had lived her life by one simple principle: a harmless lie never hurt anyone. Besides, when you're a runaway fugitive with a mafia target on your back, honestly is a luxury you can't afford. If a convincing lie can earn her a few extra bucks, get her out of trouble, or keep unwanted questions away, what is the harm? Untill one little lie refuses to stay harmless. It begins with a pair of piercing blue eyes. A sinister smirk. And a shadow that follows her long after the lights go out. Daemon Voss is a ruthless Mafia boss with no patience for nonsense. He knows a liar when he sees one, and in his experience, nothing good ever comes out of them. So when a strange woman suddenly claimed to be his wife to evade a pursuer, Daemon has no intention of entertaining her ridiculous lie. Except there's something about the woman that piques his interest. Perhaps, it was the audacity with which she tells her lies. Or maybe it was her shamelessness when she steals his watch while believing he's not watching. Because whatever it is, Daemon Voss had just found a new obsession: a liar and a thief. Audacious and shameless. And far too interesting to let go.
View More{Daemon}Little Liar: That watch is mine!Little Liar: Don't you dare touch it!Little Liar: You thieving bastard!Little Liar: I am going to call the fucking cops on you!My little liar was on a roll. Her messages kept popping up on my screen. The three dots appearing and disappearing only to be replaced by another one of her rants.Little Liar: I am serious. Don't you dare take that watch.I felt the corner of my lips curled as my fingers hovered over the keyboard.Me: Why? I'll keep it safe.I could practically smell my little liar nervousness through the screen. It was palpable. Evident in her messages and the way the three dots kept appearing and disappearing as if she couldn't decide whether to curse me or beg me to leave her alone.I doubt she was going to beg though. The woman I'd met last night was anything but meek. Backing down was probably the last thing she'd do.My wife.Her impulsiveness was sure to overshadow her
{Mirabel}"Don't leave me. Please,please you cannot leave me too. Don't do this to me. I love you. I love you. Please. No!"A startled scream slipped out of my mouth as I jerked awake. Frantically, my hands sought out the other side of the bed, searching for what? I didn't knowBut it was cold. Lifeless. Just like the body I'd been clutching tightly in my dream.Great. A dream.Just another piece of the past that wouldn't leave me the hell alone. They assaulted me whenever they got the chance, as if they have a personal vendetta against my peace of mind. Against the very world I'd painstakingly built for myself.As if to remind me of what I'd lost. Or how stupid I'd been.I let out an humourless huff, pressing my hand against my chest in an attempt to slow the frantic pounding beneath my ribs.Once my heartbeat settled, I forced the memory aside.Dead people belonged in the past, dark memories belonged in the darkest corner of my
{Daemon}Brazen. That's the first word that came to mind.Shameless. And audacious.It's not every day you come across someone as daring and audacious. Especially not a woman who doesn't seem to weigh more than sixty kilos.Petite. Almost delicate-looking.It wasn't her size that caught my attention. It was the confidence with which she lied that I found strangely alluring. It was as amusing as it was strange. A liar who was not nearly as convincing as she seems to think. Even worse, an exceptionally committed liar.I mean, if her client had not been thinking with his dick, he'd probably have noticed her web of lies.Sophia.The name that had rolled off her tongue as seamlessly as her other lies tonight. Probably a fake name she'd convinced herself was perfect to give to a stranger she would never meet again. Just as she'd convinced herself that she was a perfect liar. Or that she'd perfectly robbed me of my watch.A light chuckle slipp
{Mirabel}You see, life does not play a fair game because life itself has never been fair.I learned that early in my life, and I'd used it to my advantage.So, whenever someone plays nice, you don't just easily assume that they're naturally nice or don't want something in return.Of course, I don't know what this man wants in return for helping me, but whatever it is, I can't give him. Because we're not exactly playing a fair game here.With subtle awkwardness, one hand sneaked beneath the edge of my top as discreetly as I could manage, fishing out the crumpled bills one by one.I straightened them out without counting them, then shoved it inside my back pocket.I know. The polite thing to do would be to at least buy him a drink to thank him, and the sensible thing would be to just thank him and walk awayBut I am Mirabel, politeness has only gotten me so far in life. And being sensible in this situation was not going to work in my






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.