Deception Scripture の小説・ストーリー

“I never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

“And what of this vampire you were searching for?” I shrug. “In the wind. No clue where’s he’s holed up now.” Another absolutely honest admission. “The Lord disdains those who purposefully deceive, my son.” I flinch, eyes darting up to lock with his own stern, crushing stare. “It is just as detestable a sin as to lie and bear false witness.” “I…” He puts his hand to the hickey on my throat. “Did you think I would not see?” All pathetic attempts at further denial and defense knot in my throat. I still can’t bring myself to confess and go begging on his mercy though.

she cut in, “that unless someone was using dark sorcery or something equally forbidden, your father could not have been taken down by just anyone.” I swallowed. Selene’s expression barely changed. “You know your father. He was very strong and ruthless. He killed my father.” I couldn’t hide the shock written all over my face. “I’m sorry.” She waved it off casually. “Don’t be.” I was about to ask what happened, but the way she dismissed it made me pause. How could she be so indifferent about her father’s death? “You know my brother is not the type to lie about his sins,” she said. “One thing I know is that if he killed your father, he would admit it, and no one could do anything about it. Did

Something about charity and conquest bleeding into each other. But this letter? It had felt different. Sacred, in a way. Not because of what it said, but because of what it didn’t. He hadn’t written I love you that would’ve felt manipulative. He hadn’t begged, hadn’t explained away his sins. He simply told the truth. The kind that stripped the armor. And now? He waited. The most dangerous thing a man like him could do.

It came from the weight of the unspoken. From that handwritten note left on his desk: Who else accessed this file? From the strange symphony of errors that seemed in tune—but fell out of key when you truly listened. Victoria showed up in too many corners of those failures. Not signing. Not speaking. Just present. Watching. Suggestive. Serene. And that—that was the unsettling part. Because Benjamín understood strategy. He knew manipulation when he saw it. And what he was seeing wasn’t random. It was design.

" 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

As I stepped closer, the cold concrete floor beneath me felt like the only solid thing in this vortex of chaos and deception. His head tilted slightly, the slick veneer of his confidence disturbed by the unexpected turn in my words. His dark eyes narrowed, scanning my face for any hint of deceit. I could almost hear the cogs of his twisted mind grinding against each other, processing my words against the script he had written in his head. A script where I fell to my knees, pleading for Jacob's life, pledging my undying loyalty to him once more. A script ending with a bullet in Jacob's heart, a cruel punishment for my perceived betrayal. But I was not a puppet in his play.

As far as I was concerned, I wasn't worth him sacrificing his relationship for. Beside me, Mirage's laptop held another damning piece of evidence – a video of their wedding ceremony. I hesitated before pressing play, bracing myself for the emotional turmoil that awaited. The screen flickered to life, displaying the vows they exchanged, the laughter shared, and the promises made. It was a charade, a performance masking the treachery that lurked beneath the surface.

He hesitated before asking, "When did you regain your hearing?" "A long time ago," I replied simply, watching his face turn pale at my response. His hands fidgeted on the table, knocking over a glass of water that spread across the surface. After composing himself, he spoke again, "So you knew all along." I nodded, confirming his suspicion. Across the table, with the bowl of soup between us, I saw a broken man. His eyes were filled with pleading and helplessness. "There's no going back, is there?" he asked, clinging to a last thread of hope.

“I’ve made mistakes. I’ve done things I regret. But I’m not lying to you. Not about this.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to let go of the fear that had been gnawing at me, the fear that had kept me from opening up to anyone for so long. But how could I? How could I trust him when everything about our relationship had been built on deceit? “I don’t know if I can trust you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can ever trust anyone again.”