Deception Point Author Novels & Stories

Of course, I felt entirely horrid about the situation, took advantage of this woman's happiness and I felt my stomach drop every time she swiped picture by picture and her smile seemed to light up even more. "I cannot tell you how happy I am right now." She stated and I saw a tear roll off her face but she wiped it away quickly. You're so damned, Becky Grey. For the entire time, I was spending with this woman I regretted it. My guilt was eating me while she was forcing me to finish my dinner. She wore her heart on her sleeve. She trusted too easily. She didn't deserve these lies I told just for my selfish reasons. Sure this was a safe place, Sinister would never think about looking for me by

She observed Pauline's protective stance, the coat accidentally dirtied by me, and the overt worry and wrath in Pauline's gaze. An outlandish yet irrefutable realization dawned on her. "Noah, you..." She looked me up and down, scouring my rumpled exterior for hints of aristocratic lineage. Suddenly, it clicked that I bore a striking resemblance to the president of the Lane Group. "Noah..." She extended a trembling finger, her voice ragged with indignation and underlying dread. "Have you been deceiving me these past two years? You're from wealth. Why the poverty act? Is it fun to play me like a fool and watch me grovel?"

"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 - "

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.

When Nancy almost failed her mission at sixteen, Colton was the one who took a lethal bullet for her. Now that Nancy thought back about it, the memories she always thought were unique to her and Evan always had Colton in the background. Nancy's grip on her phone tightened slightly, and she replied softly, "Alright." Colton was surprised as he thought it required more effort to convince Nancy. "Don't you want to know the reason?" "I'll trust you just this once, but Colton, you wouldn't want to know the consequences of betraying and lying to me," Nancy's voice sounded particularly cold.

My eyes drifted across the room. And landed on the desk. More specifically— On the manuscript. I stared at it for a long moment. The same stack of pages I had found earlier in the drawer. The autobiography was written by Katherine. Damien’s wife. Or… former wife. I still hadn’t decided which word felt right. The first chapter had already told me more about his life than he had. Arranged marriage. Unexpected love. A version of Damien that seemed… human. Which was strange, considering the man I knew spent most conversations looking like he was evaluating people for weaknesses.

So I didn’t hesitate when I answered. “Don’t worry, Lucien,” I promised softly. “If you leave, I’ll leave too.” Now I understood—it had all been a trap, a game he had carefully orchestrated to deceive me. One of his friends laughed openly. “You pretended your wolf hadn’t awakened just to trick her into transferring with you.” “She’s practically devoted to you. Aren’t you worried she might meet someone else once she’s out there?” Lucien’s reply came without hesitation, dripping with confidence.

“That becomes our problem, once you are a client an attack on you is an attack on my reputation.” “We will find them, and make an example of them so profound that no one will consider touching what’s yours for a generation.” He promised with no more emotion than a man discussing a stock acquisition. The temptation was real, to hand it all over, the fear, the uncertainty, the bloody weight of responsibility, to this calm capable man. To let his winter-sea eyes watch the shadows so I could finally sleep. I thought of Rudy, digging in the digital dark, asking for trust and time I didn’t have. I thought of Ricardo’s haunted warning about players I couldn’t see. I thought of Elder Jacobs, lying c

he sounded doubtful, and I knew I had to be confident so he would believe me. “I am!” The dark mist that hovered his eyes made me almost positive that he knew I was lying. Of course, I lied. I did saw Verity somewhere in the shelves, but I was done reading it back home. He tilted his head, giving me his full attention this time. I’m glad I grabbed sunglasses. This way, he wouldn’t be able to see through my eyes and I wouldn’t be so transparent to him. “What do you think about Verity’s letter, then? Do you think she’s telling the truth that all she had written in the novel were all lies?”