A Match Made In Lies Novels & Stories

"Helena, your daughter died such a miserable death. "That day? Blake was with me, completely lost in it. I saw your call. "But I hung up. Then I turned off my phone. Are you angry?" The next second, her wrist tilted. Hot coffee splashed out, spilling directly over the portrait. Lily's smiling face blurred instantly. "Oh no, my hand slipped." Victoria covered her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes filled with malicious delight. The last thread of my restraint snapped. "You're just itching to die."

Then I slowed it to half speed, staring at the screen without blinking. And in that fleeting moment, I finally saw it. I finally realized what had felt wrong from the beginning. Marc had lied to me.

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

Bastard! Was he trying to get us caught? “Women you say? Have you gotten a girlfriend?” Frank said he took another bite of his food when I had barely touched mine, thanks to this idiot. “Not at all but I could say a fuck mate.” He arched his head to the side, pawing me a knowing smile. “Oh don’t say that!” Julie said while laughing. “I’m sure you’re going to break a lot of hearts.” “I think it’s the other way round.” He sighed, pulling his hand away with a small frown on his lips. “I’m unlucky when it comes to finding love.”

Sweet and sour tastes exploded on my tongue at the same time, perfectly mirroring the sensation I felt every time the image of that man crept into my mind. I swallowed the fruit with difficulty, then shook my head slowly. My gaze fell to the tips of my fingernails. "Actually... I lied to you before." "About what?" "He... really is my mate," I muttered, my voice almost a whisper carried by the wind. "But... he doesn't know my real identity. And when he finds out... he's definitely going to hate me." Radine took a long, very long breath. She turned her gaze toward the window with a sour expression, looking as if she had just swallowed a whole lemon. "Just as I thought. Your love story is too p

I was handed a document titled “Talking Points: Alexis & Brandon — The Love Story.” According to this fantasy, Brandon and I met at an event where I was working (which is technically true). I served the wrong drink and still talked back to him when he said something rude, and Brandon was struck by my attitude. Even though I was wrong, he knew I was special and worked hard to get my attention because I apparently didn't want to be another concubine or headline in a billionaire's life. Then we started talking. He pursued me because he was “fascinated by my heart,” and I eventually fell in love with his “hidden warmth.” There was a page of fake memories, a timeline, and names of places I’d neve

I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt. I immediately turned off the screen, not wanting to listen to whatever was left for them to say. The room seemed to spin, and my fingers began to tremble as I staggered back, my vision blurring from the sting of unshed tears. The words still linger in my mind. A bet? My marriage — my entire life– turns out to be just a sick game to Martin. A cruel game.

I know I’m pretty much skin and bones and, honestly, if I could get my weight up, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn exhausted all the time. “Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Because you’re his mate.” I tilt my head. “Why don’t you think Lia is his mate?” She lets out a laugh. “Oh, Mari, It’s so damn obvious that she’s a lying conniving little bitch.” “But he wants her.” I hate that I say it. That I admit it. That it’s true. “No, she’s made him think that. She’s tricking him.” “How?” I snarl. “How can she make him believe she’s his mate when we have a real mate-bond?”

“Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.” “Oh?” “He told me about a woman he once loved. Your name came up.” My breath stopped. I tried to play it off. “Lots of Josephines in the world.” He chuckled. “Yeah, but… something about the way he talks about her. Like she was the one thing that kept him alive even after he lost her. He said he dreams of her still.” That night, I didn’t sleep. I pulled out the box under my bed and reread every letter. My name in his handwriting. My picture drawn in his style. The vows we made under that oak tree.

Taking her by the hand, I walked to the throne and made her sit on the other smaller chair reserved for the Luna of the pack who didn't exist. “H-he lied to me.” “Do you mind explaining to me what exactly happened because the last time you were here you were beaming with joy saying how much he loved you and that he is your fated mate, so you lied?” I felt rage enveloping me but I tried hard to remain sane. I couldn't believe that Mandy lied to me about her mate. Of all the people who Mandy? She was the most virtuous person I knew. “H-he made me lie.”