Novel & Cerita Deception 100

He looked at her for any indications of deception but found none, and he knew that she wasn’t drunk, which left him with no other options. “Why now?” He asked. “Don’t be silly. I’m allowed to change my mind, aren’t I?” She could, but he was still sceptical of her sudden change in attitude. He was waiting for her to start laughing and asking if he actually fell for it, but neither came. He was convinced that she had finally gone insane. “Stop overthinking and just accept it.” Before he got a chance to say anything, she was already on him, and all rationality left his body.

The muscle in his jaw twitched. "I know you'd come here one day looking for answers," the man continued. "It's your birthday today." A smile eased out of his lips. "I came to wish you this morning, but you were sleeping peacefully. As much as my heart is at ease, it also holds the fear that someday the hardships awaiting you will wipe off that peace." Aluxious's face was an impassive mask as he stared at his father's memory. "Your path is filled with deception and greed. The people here would do anything to be in your position. Their greed for power outweighs their morale."

He sighed and said helplessly, “I didn’t admit it. It was your misunderstanding. Initially, I thought my dad had told you something, but now I realize... it was entirely your own misunderstanding. You are so gullible.” Dexie stopped crying for a moment. She raised her head and looked at Luke in disbelief. Then she swallowed and asked, puzzled, “What do you mean by that?” Luke shook his head and, with a forced smile, said helplessly, “I mean you were deceived.” “Luke, you’re the one deceiving me.” Dexie pulled away the hand that was wiping her tears. Her voice choked up and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t seem intimidated at all as she looked at him.

He opened the folder again and looked at the images, not with disgust this time, but with the precise, calculating gaze of someone studying an opponent's hand. "Someone spent considerable resources building this problem for me. Which means a denial, however well-executed, is a temporary solution. They will simply build another problem. Another story. Another set of images." He closed the folder again. "What I need is a counter-narrative. A construct that makes anything they fabricate next look like desperation." Nora and Ethan exchanged a glance "What kind of counter-narrative?" Ethan asked the question lingering on both’s minds. Declan leaned back in his chair. His fingers, which had been t

"Since you've come over and since you've already said everything this way, then let me tell you something! When I applied for a job at your company back then, I indeed had faked my diploma. However, I've long admitted it to you! I have also paid a severe price for my fake diploma! I had worked at your company for three years back then. Putting aside the matter of my fake diploma and just focusing on the work aspect, shouldn't you be clearer than anyone else whether I am capable at work or not? You're a businessman. You're also an incredibly smart businessman. May I know how could such a smart businessman like yourself let a liar who was not capable at work at all, would only hold the company

She didn't offer condolences; she offered a masterclass in calculated deception. "This is the darkest day of my life," Sophia began, tears welling up in her eyes, expertly playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken wife. "I have just learned the horrifying truth: my husband, Sebastian, has been secretly engaging in these terrible financial practices for years, completely unbeknownst to me." She lied with flawless conviction, claiming she was the victim of Sebastian’s manipulation. She painted herself as the unsuspecting business partner, heartbroken by her husband’s monstrous deception.

I felt like I needed it right now. Finally, my nerves calmed to normal. I offered him a nervous smile, and he responded with a flirty eyebrow raise. “Misunderstandings, um, Alpha, they are at the very base of all deception. No deceiver can be queen,” Elder Sybil added in a measured tone, setting her palms flat on the table. “The red wolf…” Elder Victor raised, shifting in his chair. “She is th…” Connery cut in adamantly, rising from his chair. “I am,” I stopped Connery, glaring at him. I lifted my chin a fraction, and then I swayed my gaze at Victor and corrected, “I was.”

"If I do this, if I fake my death—I cannot contact anyone. Albert. Antonio. Grace. They will think I am really gone." "They will grieve. That grief will be authentic. X-One and X-Two will detect authentic grief and accept your death as real. Fake grief gets noticed. Real grief sells the deception." X-Three grabbed my flickering hand. "You want to protect them? Make them believe you are dead. It is the only way." "How do I know you are not just X-One wearing a conscience as camouflage? How do I know this is not another layer of manipulation?"