Big Little Lies By Liane Moriarty Novels & Stories

I made sure to stay visible in her circle, hoping to make myself familiar. Scarlett, flattered, began borrowing from Lily even more, posting even more pictures of her supposed luxurious lifestyle. Finally, when Scarlett asked to borrow Lily's Hermes bag, Lily grew fed up. "Scarlett, you've been asking to borrow my clothes and bags every few days. Do you have that many dates to go on?" Scarlett was caught off guard. She stood awkwardly by the wardrobe, rolling her eyes as soon as Lily's back was turned. I messaged Catherine: [Alright, it's time to act.]

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Vine hissed, but we all heard it. I set my utensils down and looked at her directly. “I was doing laundry, and yeah, I stayed a little longer than expected. But nothing happened. He left right after.” Thank God they didn’t know about the other stuff that happened. It looked like they bought my story, and no one pushed for more details. I focused on my food and ate quickly, keeping my head low. The last thing I wanted was to be the main character in someone else’s lunch break drama.

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Cameron yelled from the side, “Daddy, why is she using our money?” The three of them condemned me righteously, and I let out a mocking laugh. ‘Yeah... a bag.’ All they knew was that 60 thousand dollars could buy a handbag. What they didn’t know was that 60 thousand dollars... was also the money that could save my life. Joanna walked over with a smile, intentionally fanning the flames. “Oh come on, don’t be so harsh. Laura is an orphan, she never had a mother to teach her manners. Picking up some bad habits is totally normal.”

Hers, Liam’s, and the one growing within her. Her hand instinctively drifts to the gentle swell of her abdomen, a soft, protective gesture. Beneath the thin fabric of her dress, she feels the subtle flutter, a butterfly’s wing brushing against her inner world. A small, secret smile touches her lips. “It’s going to be good, my little darling,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, a promise breathed into the quiet apartment. “A new beginning. Just us. Away from all of this.” Away from the shadows, the hushed conversations, the constant, gnawing fear that had become a permanent resident in her heart ever since Liam confessed his ties to the Ash mafia. He had promised her, countless times, th

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

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.”

Her bruises had faded, but the ache inside,emotional and confusing,lingered. Liam walked in, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. He offered her one without a word, then sat beside her, his gaze sweeping the skyline. "Thanks," she whispered, taking the cup. They sipped in silence. “Do you ever wonder,” she said quietly, “if everything around you is a lie?” Liam tensed slightly. “Sometimes.” Her eyes turned to him, searching. “That’s how I feel now. Like I don’t know who to trust. My father… you…”

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith