Big Little Lies Novel Summary Novels & Stories

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

“He? He? Ronan Vexley? You’re on a first-name basis with the billionaire at the center of a trafficking investigation? Calla, start from the beginning. Right now.” And so, in halting, painful sentences, I did. Not everything—not the poison, not the tunnel, not the dead man’s switch. But I told her about the job. About Ronan. About Elira and Dominic. About the shadows of his family’s past touching my own. About the danger, the protection, the… feelings. When I finished, there was a long silence on the other end. “Holy shit,” Jade finally breathed. “You’re living in a thriller novel.”

Dylan asked. "What" Lucas frowns. "Yeah" Jack nods. "OK that's enough. Guys Me and Liz are not dating and neither are Jonah and Riles" Zach announced. "What" They all say together except the 4 of us who are guilty. "Yeah. I lied. I lied to all of you. I mean you guys have girlfriends and then comes me. The single one, I didn't wanna be the 4th wheel so I told Liiza to be my fake girlfriend but then she lied about Riles also having a boyfriend which is why we called Jonah to help us. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lied" He sighs.

She'd dated Frank for four years back in New York during college and didn't know anything about his past either. And that worked out well... Bastard hadn't thought twice about cheating on her... multiple times. "There's not much to tell." Sicily pushed at Kari's wallet. "I'm buying this." "I swear he's a fucking mafia boss." Lisa moved past them and stopped in front of the cashier before glancing back at Sicily. "He is, isn't he? Just tell me. He's so dark and sexy. Surely he's pulled out a gun and popped someone in the head for fucking with his family or something like that."

Lies, Betrayal. And nothing.

Just keep your eyes and ears open and see if you can find anything else while you still have the chance. “All right,” Jill promised. "By the way - I already know I'll definitely get some work done tomorrow, so I've got at least a week to look around here." "Now that's good news," Walt laughed, "I see it, you're going to be the new supermodel." After they said goodbye, Jill settled back on the pillows and tried to gather her thoughts. Mick assaulted very young girls, Harriet slept with Mick even though he was married, and Ewan dealt drugs. She wondered what other abysses might be opening up here, and couldn't help but wonder if Craig might have some dark secret that no one knew.

"You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives rotting in jail. Wanna bet?" "No, please! Mrs. Booth, just hear me out!" She didn't seem as furious as I'd expected, and that gave me a bit of hope. I jumped at the chance. "Look, I'll give it all back—the money, the apartment—everything!" "Do you think I want money? You think I'm broke?" "Then… what do y

Outside, a car went by, the sound was flat and ordinary and made a small, obscene contrast to the knot of their morning. They began, clumsy and slow, to reconstruct the night in more than fragments. Names were dropped again—Lady Bianca, lawyers, favors bought in dark corners. Ares made calls with hands that shook. Julian muttered about alibis and calendars. Chloe kept rubbing at her temples, trying to smooth out the memory until it thinned. None of them said the obvious next step aloud: that the truth would have to be louder than the laughter, that apologies couldn’t replace the missing small bodies, or that consequences would not respect the fragile truce of a drunken night.

“Because that's kind of a hard story to believe.” I laughed, this time because I was nervous. “Yes. Why would I lie to you guys?” I continued lying. This was how people sank further and further into lies. For a moment, I imagined the worst. What if I push myself in too deep? What if it became harder to climb out of the lie and I just kept on going and going with it until I couldn't get up again? What if I found myself forgiving Alex all because I couldn't face the world as the cheated-on fiancee?

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.