Alessandra Torre Black Lies Novels & Stories

he whispered darkly, “how many nights did you lie in bed thinking about the man you hated fucking you senseless?” “Never,” I lied breathlessly. He laughed softly and curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made me gasp. “Liar.” Alessandro withdrew his fingers and pushed me onto the bed on my back. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a powerful, scarred torso that spoke of violence and strength. His pants followed, and my eyes widened at the sight of his cock — long, thick, and brutally hard.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled. I was ready to see the gaps. I was ready to see the blank spaces where Isabella had erased her past. But there were no gaps. The first page was a biography. Alessia Moretti. Born in Naples. Orphaned at ten. Raised in the foster system. A genius coder. Recruited by Inferno Tech five years ago. "Lies." I scoffed loudly. "It's a cover. Dante built it for her." I scrolled faster. And then I stopped in the photo section.

Alessia’s POV The marble floors echoed beneath her heels as Alessia stormed down the corridor, her pulse hammering louder than the click of her stilettos. Behind her, the heavy doors slammed shut, cutting off Dante’s voice calling her name. She couldn’t breathe in that room anymore. Not after what he had said. Not after what Catalina had revealed. The truth was bleeding from every corner of the empire — and she stood at the center of it, drowning in lies disguised as protection.

And Richard Black doesn't ignore an ambition or an alliance especially when it serves him too. I took my leave, but before I reached the doors, his phone rang in his pocket. He answered it , his voice low. I pause out of curiosity. He was silent at first, but then, “repeat that,” he says into the phone. Another pause. “Elora,” he calls me, "It seems our conversation just became more interesting.” I turn back slowly, my heart racing. “Oh?” He slips the phone back into his pocket and smiles. “My spy just confirmed, Alessia is planning to make a comeback."

I noticed the hitch in her breath, the soft gasp that escaped her parted lips. “You want me to touch you, take you, claim you as my own?” I continued, climbing onto the bed and leaning my weight above her, “ruin your sweet little body until you can't take it anymore?” “Never,” she whispered, with her pupils dilated and her breathing erratic. I smirked. “But that's a lie, printsessa. You're flushed. You're breathing hard. You want this just as much as I do.” “I'd rather die than want you.”

Her entire life—her training, her suffering, her nightmares—had been built around a lie of protection. A lie her parents built. A lie Vittorio enforced. She staggered back a step. Vittorio reached out, but she slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” He lowered his arm. “Alessa… Gloria and I may be monsters, but we never wanted you dead. Everything we did—everything we forced you through—was to keep you alive long enough to rise above all of us.” Alessa shook her head. “Don’t you dare paint this as love.”

she mused, grinning. "Oh, sir, this is your chance to confess your feelings!" she added playfully. "My boss is in love for the first time!" "Shut up!" he snapped. She straightened up, smirking. "Why don’t you just get back to work and focus on your reports?" Althea zipped her lips but couldn’t hide her amused smile. "Miss Gererra, I am not in love!" he yelled defensively. She just nodded knowingly before he decided to stand up and leave.

The tequila burned, but not as much as the heat in Alessio's gaze. "Ooh, Rhaena too?" Lisa said, thankfully still oblivious to the loaded moment happening right in front of her. "Who was it? Tell us the story!" I tore my eyes away from Alessio with effort. "Just... someone from work," I lied. "A while ago. It didn't matter because nothing ever happened." "That's the worst," Lisa sympathized. "When you want someone you can't have. It's torture." "Yeah," I said softly, risking one more glance at Alessio. "It really is."

“It’s not right, what you did. Tessa could’ve been exiled. Worse. She still might be.” “She didn’t get punished, did she?” Tori snapped. “Lucian barely looked twice at her. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” “It’s not fine. You made me part of this. You lied to me. And if I don’t say something, that makes me just as bad.” Tori laughed. A very humorless sound. “So this is your big moment, is it? A little redemption arc? You think anyone’s going to care what you have to say? Poor Summer, the sweet little servant who finally found her spine”?

I tell him everything except Harlow’s pathetic treatment—occasionally touching and screaming at me without consent. Alessandro holds me close. Only the wet fabric separates us. Alessandro asks, “I’ll ask you again, this time specifically, tell me, what did Harlow do to you?” His voice was low and demanding. I gulp knowing that Alessandro wouldn’t hesitate to finish Harlow off if I tell him about Harlow’s ways. “Nothing, Alessandro, it was just his guards who interacted with me,” I lie through my teeth. Alessandro lets out a short sigh and plays with my now wet hair. “I don’t believe you, Tesoro, who’re you trying to protect?” He questions.