Devious Lies Book Novels & Stories

It was all just part of an act. I was nothing more than a pawn in this elaborate game. Rachel had discovered Colin's affairs a long time ago. Even before that, he'd been embezzling money from the company to spend on mistresses. Rachel had put up with it. But then, Colin went a step further. He even hired a voodoo master to put a curse on Rachel, hoping she would die sooner so he could inherit the family fortune. That was the last straw for Rachel.

“Lorenzo DeVane. He was my partner once. Man who got everything ruined. The man who made everything ruined. I blink. The name is all nonsense with me--but the fear in the voice of Dante tells it all. He sits down in the chair and speaks in a low voice. “Years ago, I trusted him. We built an empire together. But he set me up in fraud, and got all the money and absconded. I believed that he disappeared permanently--then again to-night. I take a shaky step closer. “You think he’s behind Vanessa?” I do not suppose, Dante says rudely. “I know.” A silence prevails between us for a moment. Heavy. It purrs with sorrow and anger and something more-- something primitive and unsatisfied.

Warning: This book contains sensitive content and is is rated +18, everything in this book is strictly a work of fiction and is not related to any real life event or persons. Chapter 1 Nazy My hand trembled in fear, tears rolled down my eyes, as my brain try to process the doctors words, “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” The doctor's words resounded and echoed in my head,

“We—we didn’t take her—” Aleo’s voice was like steel. “Don’t lie to me!” The guy didn’t answer. Cal stepped in, snatched the man’s gun, and pressed it against his chest. “You better talk before I lose my patience.” “I swear! They took her in another car!” he stammered. “Headed east, toward the forest road!” Cal’s eyes flicked to me. “Fuck!” “Wait,” I walked closer to the man, he couldn't meet my eye. Why the hell was everyone so bad at lying? “He's lying.”

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

There was no way I was swallowing that humiliation. The investigator worked fast. Within a few days, I had Derek’s entire background in my hands. It turned out that after breaking up with my wife back then, that man quickly married another woman and even had a kid with her. He had built his own perfect life, while I was the cuckolded idiot, working like a mule for him, and still childless on top of everything.

“I suppose I was conjured, then. Born out of shadows and silk. Isn’t that more fun than the truth?” The rival smirked. “Perhaps. Unless the truth is more dangerous.” Her smile didn’t falter. She leaned closer, voice low enough to make him strain to hear. “Dangerous truths are still truths. And lies?” She tapped her crimson lips with one finger, the gesture dripping seduction. “Lies are beautiful.” The table rippled with nervous laughter. The rival leaned back, satisfied enough, though his eyes lingered too long. But Dante didn’t laugh. He hadn’t spoken once, hadn’t intervened. He only watched her, silent, his gaze locked on her mouth as if he could strip the lie clean off with his eyes alone

She was smiling beside her father, dressed in an elegant silver gown, completely unaware that one day the same picture would be used to paint her as a criminal. The news anchor spoke with practiced confidence. “Authorities have confirmed that billionaire heiress Elena Devereaux is wanted for questioning after confidential financial records were allegedly stolen from Devereaux Holdings. Police believe she may have fled the city…” Damien muted the television. The room fell silent once more. “They’re lying.” Elena’s voice cracked. “I’ve never even entered the finance department.” “I know.” She looked at him. “Then why would anyone believe this?” “Because your father understands something most p

' I retorted. My mind is flipping the pages of the thoughts in my mind, while I stand to pick up the book. Opening it, I read through the first page again to see how the devil plans. 'Damn! So hideous.' I qualify her with that word, because that is who she is. She is not a person that should be trusted at all. Nothing she does would be surprising to me if she didn't pretend to have changed. Her pretense indeed caught me by surprise, but I just had to deal with it. After knowing she conspire my lady's kidnap, she even go as far as lying heavily to free herself.

"When we were dating, I got suspicious. The way he looked at you. The way he was always around. So I hired someone to look into his past. There's no evidence he's ever been in a relationship with a man. No ex-boyfriends, so I confronted him about it once, right after we got engaged. He told me to stay out of it. Said it wasn't my business." "Why are you telling me this now?" "Because he's a liar, Eve. Just like me. He's been lying to you for years, pretending to be your safe friend while wanting something completely different. If you can forgive him for that, why can't you forgive me?" I stood up and walked to the edge of the terrace. The sea crashed against the rocks below. My heart was pou