Novel & Cerita Devious Lies Read Online

Prologue: I wanted to punish her! But that little slut moaned so sweetly from my smack that my thoughts instantly spiraled into pure depravity with me in control. She liked it, got turned on by my roughness mixed with just enough tenderness. What other little secrets are you hiding, my sensitive and responsive Adele?

They hold an intensity that can make you cower. Dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked lazily into black dress pants, sleeves casually rolled, he exudes wealth, confidence and a bit of arrogance. My eyes lock with his, his dancing with mischief. “Pervert, what are you doing here? This is the ladies’ room,” I accuse. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, voice deep and velvety. “It’s the men’s room."

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.

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily. “I’m tired Cole, I think it’s best we finish tomorrow,” I mumble. Cole frowns, before spinning around and walking out. I close the door softly behind him, and shaking my head. I attempt to go back to normal, reading my book, trying to retain the information in it. The many books he used to convince me that I still have potential to have a wolf just like others. My fingers slide down the aged papers, hoping this would distract me from my inevitable doom. I take a sharp breath. How to distract yourself from your own death?

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

"Unlike Flora. She relies purely on her own hard skills to carve out a place in the design world. How could someone like you possibly compare to her?" Hearing him say that, it suddenly struck me that the name 'Flora' sounded awfully familiar. There was an architect in our industry who had been blacklisted by multiple firms for plagiarism. If I recalled correctly, she shared that exact name. Watching the two of them act so intimately, I clenched my fists tight, my voice trembling. "So... while I was away, you’ve been cheating on me all along?" "Cheating?" Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

I didn't move. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What if he was lying? What if this was some elaborate manipulation? What if opening that folder changed nothing? Or worse... What if it changed everything? My fingers curled into fists. "You expect me to believe you?" Albert's gaze never left mine. "No." The answer surprised me. "No?" "You don't know me." His voice remained calm, steady and controlled. "I wouldn't expect blind trust." I crossed my arms. "Good." A tense silence followed.

I held the back of his head and made him stay there, sucking one tit while his hand worked the other. My free hand slid down and lifted the habit. Bare pussy right in his face. Already wet. “Look at it,” I said. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and stared. “You want to taste it?” “Yes.” he’s breath was shaky, he was clearly nervous, “Then ask nicely.” “Please… let me taste you.” “Beg better.” His voice dropped. “Please, Sister. Let me put my mouth on you. I need it.” I smiled. “On your knees, worship me.”

A low, knowing smile formed on the corner of Devien’s lips, then he whispered, “I pin bad girls down, raise their dresses, then spank their succulent asses so hard until they are red and sore.” “Succulent?” Nuella repeated. “How do you know about that?” Devien’s hand slipped into her dress, then he caressed her ass gently and said, “I know they are succulent because I have one naughty girl…” Nuella’s pussy dripped, his quiet affirmation causing her stomach to bubble. Her body melted as his huge palm caressed her hips, but before she could settle into it completely, Devien placed a kiss on the side of her ear, then pulled away completely.