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He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

"Melissa, see? I told you not to accept Andy's bank card, but you wouldn't listen. Everyone in the circle is saying his money comes from illegal sources. You must have been dragged down with him." Hearing her badmouth Andy to my face again, I let out a silent scoff. In my previous life, I had been deceived into believing those so-called comments—that Andy harbored ill intentions toward me—and she had played no small part in that. Every time—no matter when—as long as Andy did something kind for me, Chelsea would twist it into something sinister. When the branch office opened, Andy introduced a major order. She insisted there must be a trap behind it, that I'd be left holding the bag.

I said with confidence. He smiled and said, “you didn’t steal the car—you stole something else,” Then, he leaned in, his breath against my skin. Hot. He whispered, “my heart,” My lips parted, but no words came out. His heart? He moved back and saw my cold, irritated expression. “That was supposed to be a joke,” he said and he faked a cough. I kept my face still, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “I didn’t know even the devil made jokes,” I said and he didn’t seem to appreciate it. Before he could respond, Alex—his bodyguard—appeared.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile and whispered, "Let's not talk about mundane matters. Tell me, Lloyd, what else are you hiding?" Lloyd's eyes widened, his composure momentarily faltering. He realised that this enchanting woman before him was not just a political consultant but a master manipulator. He hesitated momentarily, but the allure of sharing his deepest secrets with Rubi proved irresistible. "Nothing, dear," he mused, fondling her breasts. Rubi skillfully guided Lloyd, extracting his secrets with every carefully crafted question. Her voice, a delicate blend of authority and sensuality, coaxed him into divulging information that could change the course of his campaign.

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

She said as she made her way to the sit-out close by. The maidens brought out a bottle of champagne, and we both sipped our glasses. The conversation flowed easily, the memories we'd shared as lovers. Rosalia seemed carefree, but I knew better. I suspected she was hiding something. "Tell me, Massimo," she said, her eyes locked on mine, "why did you start this business? What's the appeal of flowers?" I studied her face, searching for any hidden motives. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers. "It's just a hobby," I lied, my tone smooth. Rosalia's gaze lingered on mine, and I could sense her skepticism. We both knew I wasn't telling the truth.

He asked waving a black bottle to my face, immediately I saw it, I looked beside me and saw that my bag was gone, “I know you're using this on your clients, you use this to deceive them by putting it in their drinks and when they fall asleep and wake up they would think you people had sex but in fact nothing happened, you work as a sex worker but you don't have sex with your clients, what do you think would happen when your boss hears that?” He asked with an annoying face, I growl in anger and tried to snatch it away but he didn't even move cause the craziest part is my hand can't reach it,

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

“Do you know how to lie?” Mira stared blankly at Theresa. “What?” Theresa paced slowly around her, her boots silent against the damp earth. “Today,” she said, “you learn how to lie to the world.” Mira raised a brow. “Are we sure lie is the word to use?” Theresa stopped. “Illusions are lies wrapped in belief. You don’t just trick the eye, you convince reality to bend.” Mira exhaled. “Sounds... complicated.”