Alessandra Torre Black Lies Novels & Stories

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

Grayson immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me behind him, his gaze sharp as it locked onto Ethan. "Ethan, let go." "Let go?" Ethan let out a mocking laugh. "Grayson, Lisa is my fiancée. What right do you have to tell me to let go?" I stepped out from behind Grayson, my voice calm. "From this moment on, we have nothing to do with each other. No—actually, it ended the moment I got into that accident trying to save you, while you were kissing Sarah." Ethan's face turned deathly pale. He tried to appeal to our past.

Then she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, "Famous race car driver Spencer Jordan suffered a leg injury after falling off a cliff. Despite the hospital's best efforts, they were unable to save the leg. Understood?" Stunned, I stared at her in disbelief. "Th-that's not exactly legal..." Dr. Reed hesitated at first. However, after Naomi raised her offer to $3 million and applied both threats and temptation, he finally agreed. One look at the two of them was enough to tell me they weren't joking. Cold sweat broke out across my back. I immediately reached for the phone on the bedside table, intending to call the police. Unfortunately, Naomi snatched it away before I could touch it.

Alessia gasps at my conclusion. “No!” She says in horror. “One of the Terezo fans ran her over with the truck,” John replies. He squeezes his eyes shut, then soldiers on. “Before she attacked me, she confessed that she is the one controlling the section of Encore magazine that has been trolling Ms Hart. She also admitted to blackmailing her ob-gyn to replace some of her vitamins with ones that could put her at risk of preeclampsia. Luckily, Ms Hart isn’t faithful with them.”

Alessandro concluded. The pistol quivered in my hand. His words painted sacrifice, restraint, and obsession. Part of me wanted—God help me—to believe him. “Now who’s playing me?” My breath shook as I lowered the barrel a fraction. My eyes flicked between them, two predators circling the same prey. “Which of you is lying? Which of you is telling me the truth?” I was close to breaking down. But something told me one of them was lying. Dino stepped close, his shadow swallowing me whole. His voice grated like gravel under steel. “He knew, Sera. Back on campus, he knew I wanted you. Ain’t that right, Torricelli?”

"You didn't get that for me. You got it for the girl who died in the 'first' life. Didn't you?" The silence that followed was deafening. I didn't need to see his face to know I’d hit the mark. Lorenzo’s hand trembles as he touches the tattoo—he realizes she’s starting to see the cracks in reality. Author’s Note: The tension is rising! Lorenzo is desperate to win her back, but Alessia is starting to realize her "love" might have been the biggest lie of all. Do you think Lorenzo is a victim of the system too, or is he the one holding the remote? Let me know in the comments!

That night, as Alessia lay in Luca's arms, her body finally surrendering to sleep, the replica box rested on the nightstand. Its edges glowed faintly under the moonlight, a shimmer invisible to the ordinary eye. The box trembled. Slowly, without touch, the lid creaked open. Inside, where nothing should have been… lay a single torn page of the Black Book. Its ink pulsed like living blood. And in a voice only Alessia could hear, even in her dreams, it whispered: "The wrong box was always the right one"......

Alessia was silent for a moment, Velove's gaze as well as Keira's explanation really intimidated her. Made him restless on the spot. Ugh, oh... Alessia where to start? It took a few seconds before Alessia answered. "First, I rented a room. Second, yes, I was alone. Third, I asked Merry to buy me some new clothes. My dress was stained with beer last night." The lie. Silence fell between them as the three pairs of eyes there narrowed their eyes, looked at him suspiciously. "Ale...." called Velove. "I'm serious. Look, there's nothing different about me, right?"

“I know why you did it, but I still feel hurt that you didn't trust me enough to talk about it. I thought we were going to be honest with each other, but you decided to keep secrets from me, and you started seeing Bianca again. Do you realize how that made me feel? I love you, Alessandro; I do, but I need time to think about everything. You have hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me. You were and still are my first love. Can I ask you something?” “Yes, anything.” “Did you... you know... sleep with Bianca?” Lisa regrets the question. “I... I didn't sleep with her; I promise. I did kiss her to make it look real.” Alessandro replies, ashamed now that he says it out loud. Lisa looks at Aless

My chest tightens up, making it hard for me to breathe. Then my legs give out, and everything goes black. ********************************************************* Alec I put the load into the back of my car. Then Lidia ran up behind me, holding my phone. "You left this." She has a bright smile on her face. Surprising. I take my phone from her, and she runs off. I take a good look at my phone, making sure she didn't do anything to it. But everything seems fine. "Hey, where you going?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. Arella.