Deception 100 Novels & Stories

Looking back now, I realized that the woman he truly wanted as his lawfully wedded wife was Yvonne Quinto. I used to think that I was the happiest woman in the world, but now, I knew that our love was filled with nothing but deceit. It was just a lie he made up to protect his beloved Yvonne. Chris caressed my belly gently as if wishing that the IVF embryo transfer was successful. "We'll give up if we fail again this time. The process has really been hard on you." He looked at me worriedly and changed the topic.

She also looked, in this specific low light with a mug of tea and her hair down, like the most real thing in the room. "Other things," I said. Same answer as before. She would know what it meant. Her shoulder was against mine. Neither of us moved away. "I used to think I was good at reading people," she said. "Four years living with someone who was lying every day and I didn't see it. Or I saw pieces of it and explained them away because the alternative was too much to hold." "That's not a failure of perception," I said. "That's what sustained deception does to a person. It uses your own trust against you."

All of them had been conspiring together to destroy everything I had while pretending to care about my wellbeing. "You're completely alone now Annie," Claire stated while smiling at the camera. "You have no family supporting you. You have an organization that's falling apart under attacks from multiple directions. You have enemies who want you dead more than they want anything else. How does it feel knowing you're going to lose everything?" The video ended leaving me staring at a black screen while my mind tried to process the depth of betrayal I had just witnessed. Claire had not just planted a bomb or manipulated me into starting a war. She had orchestrated an entire conspiracy involving o

Their enemies were always one step ahead, but now, with the ledger in the wrong hands, the danger was magnified. “We need to find them before they destroy everything,” Sienna whispered. “And we have to assume they’re watching.” ⸻ The next morning, Lena gathered the remaining team members. “We’re going to play Nexus at their own game,” she said, eyes sharp with determination. “We’ll feed false information, create decoys, make them chase shadows while we prepare the final strike.” Dominic agreed. “We can use the leak as bait. If they think they have the upper hand, they’ll expose themselves.”

That meant in two to three months, I would be a millionaire. “Are you sure you didn't make a mistake with the amount you listed here? It says you're to pay me five hundred thousand dollars every month.” The words even felt heavy in my mouth as I said them. “I had my lawyer thoroughly check the terms of the contract. I can assure you that there's no mistake.” He was pouring drinks from what looked like an expensive bottle of wine into two wine glasses as he spoke. I just had to pose as his wife, and I would be a millionaire.

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

"Then if you don't trust me at this moment, we’re both in trouble." Isabella gulped, her gaze searching Clara’s face for any signs of deceit. For the first time in many years, she noticed something in Clara's eyes that caused her to pause—an authenticity, a stark vulnerability that had previously been absent. “I don’t know,” she replied once more, the doubt still apparent in her tone. Clara inhaled deeply and moved back, her hands extended. “Alright.” I understand. But consider it, Isabella. Lucian is taking advantage of us. He has deceived us both, and he's been escaping the consequences. “We need to put an end to this.”

If it were not for their disheveled hair, flushed faces, and the faint marks on their necks, no one would have guessed that Emmett, the stoic engineer, and Calista, the refined radio announcer, had just been intimate. Emmett nodded when he saw me and stepped aside to let me pass. Calista smiled and greeted me while muttering under her breath, "Deaf woman!" I carefully maintained my usual expression, pretending not to hear anything as I quickly entered the room. The moment I stepped inside, the lingering smell of intimacy made me violently ill. I retched, my stomach contents spewing forth uncontrollably. Emmett cursed at the bad timing and asked Calista to leave while he came in to check on m

Every fear, every doubt. I couldn’t stop replaying the conversation we had. The way he was so confident in his belief that I would eventually be his. That no matter how much I resisted, no matter how much I told myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, he would have me. He said it so casually, as though it were a simple fact. And, damn him, part of me—no matter how much I hated it—almost believed him.