Alessandra Torre Black Lies Novels & Stories

I smiled to comfort her, "It's all in the past. Don't blame yourselves. Besides, Marcus treated me decently over the years." "Decently? What nonsense! Look at this!" She angrily handed me her phone to show me the content. It was photos of me with them at the filming location yesterday. The headline read: [Gold Digger's Hypocritical Mask Torn Off by Legitimate Wife, Fans Heartbroken Over Actress Lucia Sandwood’s Ordeal] Throughout the article, I was portrayed as a vicious mistress who deceived Marcus while fantasizing about taking Lucia's place. I couldn't even finish reading the whole thing because it painted me in such a horrible light.

“That’s what she does.” “Answer me, Dante.” My silence is her answer. Carina’s breath catches. She withdraws, shaking her head. “You… you knew.” I did not know till it was too late, I say. “Alina tricked us both.” Vanessa claps slowly. “You see, my love? He lies so beautifully.” The rage in me breaks loose. I shoot at a glass closest to me--glass smashes, and the pieces fall. You can no longer cloak yourself with ghosts, Vanessa!

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

There’s no hint of emotion in my voice. I don’t want there to be. Not with her. “That story has been killed,” Ruby answers. “Although, I thought the title Black Ties and White Lies was pretty fucking epic for the name.” I grunt. I wouldn’t hate the title if the article on the center of the website tomorrow wasn’t originally planned to out everything that’s transpired between Margo and me. All the lies included. I’d be fine with the world knowing the lies I’d told to get her, but I don’t want Margo’s name anywhere near it. Especially with how big tonight is for her. I don’t want anything clouding it tomorrow.

she shouts, pulling her friend away from the ruin. "I can't face him, he lied, he was the same person all the time and he lied to me!" she mutters, struggling against her friend. "What are you going to do with your friend?" Efhesto asked. "Kill her, you'll ruin the plan, Alessa has to get into the house so I can seal it until the curse kills her." she says coldly as they argue "I'm going back to town and I'm going to tell you where you are, pregnant! I'll never let you..." Dora was a few meters away from Alessa and felt a thread run through her chest, spit a large black stain on the ground and turned to Alessa.

"I've come to reveal a dark secret, one that could destroy everything Darien holds,” Aysel began to speak, her voice trembled as she stood before Jeri and Freya's family, her eyes brimming with tears. “ My mother, she's…she's forcing me to deceive him, to manipulate him into signing a paper that will provide her with access to his assets." Immediately Freya heard that, her eyes narrowed, her grip on the armrest tightening, desperate to get more explanation of what Aysel was talking about. "What kind of paper?" Jeri, untouched by what Aysel said, inquired.

He turned visibly pale, and cold sweat rolled down his temple. "You… You're Don Rossi Antonio of Sicily. That… That's not possible!" Blake shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and despair. "Helena is just a nobody. How could she be your daughter?" My father ignored him and turned to me, his tone gentle. "Principessa, how do you wish to deal with them?" I walked toward Victoria, slowly but surely. The pain made each step heavy, but the rage inside me kept me moving. I grabbed her carefully styled hair and forced her to lift her head.

Lillian's POV One thing about lies and relationship was that once you let them mix... That's the end. You'd keep lying. "Do you think he bought that lie?" My eyes were glued to the road, while I spoke with Fedora on the phone. She was my only friend anyway. "He knows I'm wild and nasty. So yeah, he'd believe I put the hickey on you while you were sleeping, to annoy you. Smooth lie." She praised my lying skill. "I just feel so terrible. He's coming back today and I'm so out of it." I admitted, matching brake at the grocery shop.

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?

Kissing. Text underneath, cruel and sharp: “Still think she’s innocent?” Isabel stared, stunned. Her heart cracked open and spilled all over the floor. “How… where did you get that?” Her voice shook. Alessandro’s gaze pierced her. “Don’t play dumb. You’re involved in this, aren’t you? The blackmail, the leaks.” Her breath caught. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Stop lying.” His voice grew louder, shaking the walls with its intensity.