Deception 100 Novels & Stories

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

she asked painfully. "Because I’ve learned not to trust you. My love didn’t stop you the last time. So now, I need something stronger to keep you from leaving again." "You’re unbelievable..." she said, voice trembling with unshed tears. "You loved me because you thought I was Julia. Don’t include that here. What we had was bound to end the way it did. I knew from the start you'd hate me once you found out the truth—" "Because you deceived me!" "You never let me explain!" she shouted. "You know nothing, Sake! And yet you hated me like I was the worst person alive! You judged me without even hearing me out!"

She hissed when her head hit the wall with force accidentally. “And even at that time, you were successful in deceiving me, and you did the same thing today.”, I growled at her. “Don’t you know everything is fair in love and war?”, She asked, sensually touching my lips with her thumb. “The war was called off at the moment when you gave a new life, and I won’t mind deceiving you again and again and again and again to listen to those three words from your mouth which you haven’t said to me directly, looking straight into my eyes.”, She said and licked her lips with the tips of the tongue, touching my chin which her thumb.

“I seduced you. Made sure Gavin’s assistant saw the entire scene. You know, the one where we made love in the toilet? The breast cancer charity I planned everything from showering you with gifts to taking you to my bed. I did all of those things so Gavin could see what a snake you were.” Dad was telling the truth. He didn’t tell me the entire truth, although whatever he gave me was enough for me to break things with Celine. I was feeling nothing, honestly. There wasn’t any particular emotion that I could name to express how I felt after hearing the truth after two decades. The first time was bad, bad enough for me to not expect anything from this woman. As I saw her actual face at that time,

I start to cry when asked him and I was startled when he wipe my tears and he talk. He cupped my face and said "I am not Mike" he was looking straight to my eyes and I can see that it was pure honesty "Please stop that" I said to him, removing his hands to my face. I started to doubt on what he was saying and didn't hear what he was saying after. I thought that maybe his accident was the cause of his behavior "No, stop that Mike, you must been affected by the accident" I said to him. "No, I am not lying, I am not Mike please" he start to begged at me and I'm starting to get angry again thinking that he was lying to me.

"Look at me." He does, and I see it, the fear, the guilt, the desperate hope that I'll accept his explanations and let this go. I've seen that look before, in warriors who've made mistakes they can't undo, in subordinates who've failed and hope for mercy. But this is different. This isn't failure. This is deception. "I'm going to ask you once," I say quietly. "And I want the truth. Not the convenient truth. Not the truth that protects you or Jessica or anyone else. The real truth. Do you understand?"

"Make sure every detail supports the narrative we want Harrison's people to believe." Nathan pressed a kiss to my temple, his arms tightening protectively around me. "Already memorized," he assured me. "Though I must admit, your dedication to perfectionism is remarkably attractive. Perhaps we should review the key points... thoroughly." I pushed up to meet his gaze, letting him see the dangerous calculation in my eyes. "The board will expect opposition," I said slowly. "But if we play this correctly, we can use their own skepticism to reinforce the deception. Make them think they're cleverly seeing through our surface presentation to the 'truth' beneath..."

R. I crawled at the center of my lumpy bed, hugging myself as I let out a yawn. I'm tired, hungry and I feel miserable. I closed my eyes while I let the thick silence envelop me in its cold embrace. It did nothing to calm my thoughts, but it help me ease the growing turmoil in my gut. Deceit is an intricately beautiful masterpiece, weaved from countless of lies until it becomes someone else's truth. Perhaps, the deceit Enrico weaved a long time ago had already sunk in his head, making him incapable of grounding himself into the reality of the present.

Looks can deceive those who took a look partially But not those who can see wholeheartedly You looked like an angel descend from the sea of clouds But I saw you as a demon hiding your face at the crowd. Stories can deceive those who just read it But not those who appreciate it. You easily read the passage But I got the message. A smile can deceive those who are happy But not those who are wary You put it to your face easily While I had to wear it having difficulty. Tears can deceive those who see it But not those who feel it. You saw it as tears because of happiness But I felt it as tears because of weakness. Love can deceive those players But not lovers. You called it a game

That infuriating smirk tugged at his lips. “Would you rather I call you my tax liability?” Inside, the ballroom was a vision of wealth and power. Golden chandeliers dripped light over sleek black marble floors. Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rang, but every pair of eyes in the room landed on us. Most were stunned. Some jealous. A few were full of disgust. “You played along beautifully,” he murmured, not looking at me. Of course I did. I had no choice. If that’s what it takes to clear my name—smile, charm, deceive—I’d play the part until the end.