Big Little Lies Ending นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

AMELIAS POV My heart starts to race. Is he talking about me? About what happened three years ago? "Maybe the pages were torn out for a reason," I say carefully. "Maybe some things are better left forgotten." "Or maybe someone doesn't want me to remember." His eyes narrow slightly. "Maybe someone has been working very hard to keep me confused." The air between us feels charged now. I need to change the subject before he asks questions I can't answer. "This is good tea," I say stupidly.

“No way, Layla.” “Oh, come on. He’s still in love with you.” “And I’m not,” I deadpanned. "Anyways, he’s flying back to Los Angeles on Thursday." “What did you do?” “I just told him you’re still single so maybe he still had a chance.” She gives a sweet, unapologetic smile. “Why did you do that?!" I slump back into my chair. "Well, you’ve got until the day after tomorrow to figure it out,” she says, standing.

That red dot I saw outside my room. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Bile rises up my throat with such force it makes my eyes spin. This is the end. The end of me. The end of everything I worked so hard for. I don’t even realize we’re halfway home until Mom breaks the silence. “Tell me everything. No lies.” I blink, unsure where to start. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” “That’s not an answer.” I hesitate, but the truth has already poisoned the air. What difference does it make now?

“I’m on my way. Right now. Tell him I’m coming.” I hang up. I look at Elise, at the document in my hand. This is it. The end of the lies. I can give Maya the truth, and with it, a way out of the prison of doubt Clara built around her. “This is over, Elise. I’m ending this.”

The whole country roasted him online, and every dirty detail of his life spread like wildfire. Meanwhile, the internet found out that Riley had returned to the country. They tore her apart online, peeling back every scandal, every ugly truth. They revealed that Gigi had been born from an affair with a married, rich guy. That man went bankrupt and killed himself. Riley lied to Sheldon, said she "didn't believe in marriage" and had a kid through IVF. Then, when she went abroad with him, she cheated with other men behind his back. And when Sheldon lost it all, she dumped him and ran off with some foreign guy. When he got sick of her, she dragged herself back home, broke and desperate.

A home I thought I could have my happy ending, but all that vanished the moment he chose another woman over me. This was it. The end of my life as Bianca, the poor girlfriend. The Uber that I had requested had just arrived, and I had a first class flight to catch. Lucas believed the perfect lie I told him, he believed I was going on a business trip and I would be back in a few days. If only he knew, that was the last time he would ever be seeing me again. I took one last look around the penthouse, my eyes lingering on the framed photo of Lucas and me on the wall. We looked so happy. So in love. But it was all a lie. A beautiful, painful lie.