A Match Made In Lies Novels & Stories

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

Amira and Nathan again, entangled in a bed that wasn’t theirs, half-naked and smiling as if they belonged together. He scrolled, refusing to believe what he was seeing. Until emails popped up, screenshots of exchanges between her account and Nathan’s. Nathan: ‘We’ll get him where it hurts.’ Amira: ‘He’ll never see it coming.’ Nathan: ‘Just keep stringing him along, and soon DE VITALIO INDUSTRIES is ours.’ And then the one that broke him: Amira: ‘Tonight, I’ll tell him how much I love him and want us to be together forever but the arrogant fool will never know it’s a lie.’

It said Brady Stevenson—my name. Tracy giggled. "This doll is me, Honey. You pierced my heart with your love! You have to love me forever, okay? And if you ever betray me, I'll... I'll kill you!" she joked, playfully punching my chest with her tiny fists. In that moment, it didn't feel like some fake marriage deal. It actually felt like we were really in love. I blinked, disoriented for a second. "Alright, let's go back to bed," she said, pulling me by the hand and leading me back into my room.

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I hadn't managed to convince him to believe in my lie the way I had with everyone else. I stared back at him, wide eyed. Tears began gathering due to the dryness of my eyes. I really did need to change my contacts soon. Despite the pain of keeping my eyes open, I just couldn't tear them away from his captivating eyes. I couldn't recall ever being this close to him before. Then again, if we were, that would probably have caused a scandal, now or back then.

By dawn, his legs were so numb he had to crawl and stumble for half an hour just to stand. He whispered a final, broken apology to the photo and began his descent. He didn't go back to our house. Instead, he visited the dilapidated apartment we shared as young adults—a place where we huddled together on a single bed for warmth, sharing a cheap tin of meat and feeling like we owned the world. He visited the corner cafe where I used to read by the window, and he climbed the ten thousand steps to Lover’s Leap, where he found our faded prayer ribbon: Julian and Elara, Mates Forever. He untied it with trembling hands and tucked it against his heart. It took over a month of burning through every c

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."

"If they're fake, then how do you explain the DNA test? And the billion-dollar inheritance they gave you? Unless…" In that instant, we all thought of the same possibility. "The inheritance transfer agreement is fake!" Laurel even grabbed Vita by the arm. "Anybody can get plastic surgery!" Since Vita actually knew about cosmetic work, she immediately reached out and examined Gillian's face. Sure enough, her face had been altered. But only Gillian's face. Orson and Keith both looked natural. Rebecca frowned. "Could it be that Mr. Cox really is your father, and only that woman is fake?"

“Where exactly do you suggest we find a mate before midnight?” He smiles oddly. “What if we pretend to accept each other as mates and attend the gala? Then we’ll have a chance to go to the Island of Luck, just like everyone else.” I blink, stunned. “You want us to lie? To fake something so serious as that? That would be totally wrong in the goddess eyes. You know a matebond will develop between us, right?” He shrugs like it is the most obvious solution. “We can reject each other after we come back from the island of luck.”

They seemed to be specifically drawn to her breasts where there was absolutely no doubt he could see the outline of her nipples through the flimsy fabric of the damp t-shirt. "Hey, is your wolf awake?" he suddenly asked, snapping himself out of his lustful gaze. She hadn't actually paid it much mind. She figured she would have to lie about it anyway, even when her wolf was awake, seeing as he wouldn't actually experience any 'mate bond' pull because they weren't truly mates—unless he managed to lie to himself and convince himself otherwise. "No," Camden said dejectedly as she pulled the warm jacket on. She took another sip of coffee and then asked the burning question, pretending to be shy a