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The one that drags me back to places I don’t like to remember. She always takes my things. But this? This is new. This is low, even for her. For a second, everything inside me collides. Hurt. Disbelief. Anger. Then I breathe. And I regain control. My gaze shifts to Tristian. “You are such an animal.” “I’m a man with needs, Anastasia. You keep depriving me.” “No, Tristian,” I say calmly. “You’re a wild animal who can’t control his urges. A man who would sleep with his fiancée’s sister.”

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

I lied. “I find it difficult to believe you, Tate. I had once fallen into the hands of a female manipulator and it cost me more than I bargained for. If you decide to be a male manipulator, Tate, I wouldn't hesitate to do to you exactly what I did to her,” Delvin said to me with his eyes as hard as granite. “Am, I am, am not manipulating you,” I stammered. “And you are not keeping any secret that can endanger anyone's life?” Delvin asked.

Somewhere, a wind chime whispered, delicate and distant. The peace felt like a lie. A gorgeous one. But a lie all the same. Because beneath all this beauty, war was stirring. Not the kind that drenched swords in blood. But the other kind. The insidious one. The kind that moved through whispers, unsigned contracts, poison in teacups and lies wrapped in ribbon. I sat on the edge of the velvet chaise and reached for my phone. It buzzed before I could even unlock it. Alex: Just stepped out of a meeting. What's going on? Are you okay?

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

Amira and Nathan again, entangled in a bed that wasn’t theirs, half-naked and smiling as if they belonged together. He scrolled, refusing to believe what he was seeing. Until emails popped up, screenshots of exchanges between her account and Nathan’s. Nathan: ‘We’ll get him where it hurts.’ Amira: ‘He’ll never see it coming.’ Nathan: ‘Just keep stringing him along, and soon DE VITALIO INDUSTRIES is ours.’ And then the one that broke him: Amira: ‘Tonight, I’ll tell him how much I love him and want us to be together forever but the arrogant fool will never know it’s a lie.’

It had been given to her by an unexpected witness—a former assistant who once worked for Revania. With trembling hands, Devia opened it. Inside were several photographs, a transcript of recorded conversations, and a handwritten note. “Devia, I know you’re exhausted. But you must know—Revania manipulated everything. Her pregnancy isn’t real. She paid a doctor to create false documents. I can’t stay silent while watching you break. These are some of the proofs I have.” Devia’s vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. Her voice shook as she whispered, “So… it was all a lie.”

Of course he was bound to display loyalty to the person he believed was right and there was no way he would hold that I was going to accept that as my own fate. Devin was more lovable between both of us which was a fact that could not even be argued. Yet I believe that to some extent we were in control of the narratives moving to push out. If I want everybody to think that I am a saint I know the right buttons to push. It's not really about what anybody wants. Instead it is about what makes sense.

"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