Novel & Cerita Deception 100

" Amelia's eyes widened, and she immediately clicked on the article, her mind racing to process the sudden turn of events. The article revealed that Alexander was not just the successful businessman he claimed to be— he was an undercover agent working for a top-secret government agency. She searched for confirmation and came across a video embedded in the article. With trembling hands, she pressed play, and the screen came alive with Alexander's face. He was standing in front of a crowded auditorium, delivering a passionate speech about his mission to eliminate corruption and protect innocent lives. Amelia's mind whirled with a mix of disbelief and confusion. She had been drawn into Alexande

Rina looked at Evena, she was confused, what did he mean by the 'truth'. Evelyn and Monday looked at each other. "we are saying the truth" Evena stood up and paced the room, he glanced at them. "There are obvious holes in your story. Same thing happened with Kaia's story. She is a little girl so I didn't grill her much. But you two are adults, I will get the sentries to hold you down while I force a truth serum down your throat if you don't say the truth" he threatened.

"You think you're funny, Debbie? You think it's funny to come in here and disrupt everyone's study session?" Debbie's face transformed, her mask slipping to reveal her true emotions. "The only question that interests me is the first one," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. She paused, feigning deep thought, tapping her chin. "Who do I think I am?" She let out a cruel, mocking laugh, her friends echoing her like puppets on strings. "Isn't that an interesting question, girls?"

“Within our six-month stay, the only room that is suspicious is the one where the he stays. We’ve tried our best but his room answers only to him. Hacking into the system is impossible and sneaking in is a death trap.” “Hmm. Of course, it is. So, the four of you all work for Miss Doxon?” “No madame, just the two of us.” “I really can’t wait to get through this.”

I shook my head, leaning back on my seat. “And what's wrong with that?” she asked. “What’s so wrong about my faith?” “Nothing.” I shrugged with a coy smile. “Go ahead and tell Mike how I get my money, and while you are at it, tell him I have a blank cheque if he wants it. Let’s see if your faith in the man will trample his need for my money.” “You are the only despicable person here. Not everyone in this world is like you, Ace,” she pointed a finger before walking.

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

Tucker juts his chin with a slight scrunch of his nose. “Very well, but I must warn you, my friend here is very good at detecting a lie, should he catch you in a lie he won't hesitate to cut off your air supply,” Deacon explains. Tucker’s eyes move to me, assessing me before a toothy grin spreads over his face.

Now, he was just a man in a suit too expensive for grief, staring at a city too fast to notice that he’d come undone. Each time he’d written a variation of the truth: about Alexei, about the job offer, about Moscow, about Irina’s manipulation. About how he’d seen her before they ever met. He had fallen in love before he knew he was capable of continuing the execution of his vengeance. His finger hovered above the “send” button now. It shook. But he didn’t press it. A coward’s tactic. Not yet. Because truth wasn’t enough anymore. It had to come with repentance.

I feigned exasperation. It wasn't totally the truth but it was believable. Russo’s brows furrowed in frustration. It was obvious that he was buying the story. “Then seduce him you bimbo. I know the only thing you're good for is giving a good fuck. You need to prove it to him” he snapped. I paused, trying to battle with my irritation. I didn't want to have that kind of reputation. I was more than a ‘good fuck’. I was beyond that even but Russo didn't need to know that for now. A retort wouldn't be advisable in this situation.

Cole dropped the file and tilted his head back, pushing his eyebrows up as if in awe. I was jittery within me but I tried my best to conceal it. "Great communication skills you say?" He thumbed his beard, squinting his eyes. "Yes, sir." "But you didn't show much of that when you stole my clothes and ran away from my house." He pointed out with a piercing gaze enough to break through the cupboard I hid my skeletons in. My eyes widened and I shook my head, mentally screaming. "No, I didn't steal your clothes, I-"