A Match Made In Lies Novels & Stories

"You are lying," I said, but doubt was already creeping in. Because why would he lie about something so easily disproven? "Mate marks do not just appear after years of knowing someone. They appear when wolves first recognize each other. If Leina and I were true mates, the mark would have shown up when we were children."

"What the fuck is going on?" Tiana took a deep breath, her knuckles white against the grey pillow. "So... it started at lunch. Me and Mari were at Fandangos, looking at my Lovebomb matches and checking out that new 'Bomb Site' feature. You know, the map thing that shows potential matches nearby." "Right. And?" I prompted, my curiosity peaking. "I was scrolling through the local dots when a very familiar face popped up on the screen." "Who?"

He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling. From the corner of the room, Mr Gorge smirked. He had been eavesdropping the entire time. Greed flickered in his eyes.. Lucas had intended for Vincent to marry that girl, but Gorge saw an opportunity.. He would twist the truth. He would make sure Vincent believed the promise was meant for his daughter. And so the lie began....

"Lily—" "Don't Lily me!" I spun on him, my chest heaving. "You have lied to me from the very beginning. You said I was your fiancée, said we are building something. What? It is all one big game, isn't it? I was pacing now, unable to stop. Every word felt like it was burning me from the inside. "You've been playing me all along, haven't you? Making me think I meant something to you, making me think I was something more than just… a tool. And now? Now I'm nothing but a maid? You're not fooling me, Simeon. I see it now."

Better than nothing at all. New York City’s biggest match-maker, Lilith Mendez, was spotted getting away from Moretti-Russo summer house that is currently hosting the grandest engagement party of the year. Where the business world is set to keep their eyes peeled an exciting spike in the Mechatronix stocks, we have our very own interesting development in the world of love and money.

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

Naomi dismissed Brielle, her voice thick with reluctance to let Chase go. All I felt was broken. Seven years of marriage, and this was what it had all amounted to. The salvation I once believed I'd found had been nothing more than another scheme. "Spencer? You're awake? When did you wake up? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" After Brielle left, Naomi pushed open the door and walked in, feigning concern. She reached out to touch my forehead, but I pushed her hand away. My voice was cold. "Funny how every time I compete against Chase, something always seems to go wrong."

"Caden Ashford." "And she was yours." "Was. Yes." I looked at my coffee. "Eight months. That's how long she's been sleeping with my fiance behind my back. We've been together three years. I was supposed to marry him tomorrow." I laughed. It came out wrong, too sharp, not funny at all. "I picked out the duvet they were on. I want you to know that. I spent twenty minutes reading reviews for that specific duvet." "That's the worst part," he said.

“Get out of my head!” But his voice filled my skull like an echo. “I am your mate.” My heart skipped. The word stung. It echoed inside me where Liam’s bond should have . No. No, it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. He wasn't my mate. It was Liam. It would always be Liam. “You’re lying,” I managed to choke out, though my voice trembled. “Am I?” His eyes sparked red again, and his hand brushed my cheek the way a lover would caress. “Don’t you feel it? The pull? The fire in your blood when I’m near? Liam is nothing compared to me. I am your true match.”

Might as well get this over with. I flopped down on the far end of the couch, Sasha's eyes wide with expectation. "Well?" "Well, what?" "Come on. Spill." I shrugged. "I met someone after my match at the club. We went out to lunch." As I started I found that I could not lie about Iryna's gender. Omit maybe, but saying I'd been with a man felt like a betrayal. "Uh-huh. A thirty-hour lunch? That's a hell of a meal"