Novel & Cerita Ending Of Your Lie In April

He excused himself and approached me. “It’s time to leave, April.” He said and my face fell. It was too early to leave. "There's something more important," He said calmly but I felt cold as I touched my arm silently and nodded at him. Lily and her mate approached us. "You guys are leaving so soon?" Lily asked. "Liam has some work back at the pack," I lied hesitantly. Lily faced Liam. "April looks so pale. I know she doesn't take care of herself. You should take care of her," Lily said to him and his jaw twitched slightly.

“Go away!” “Open the door!” “No!” “You know I won’t leave till you open the door, Maeve. You have to come out anyway, so just open it.” “Ughhh!” Maeve threw the covers off her body and climbed out of the bed, stomping towards the door. She turned the key in the lock and pulled it open, revealing her best friend, Imogen, standing by the door in a silk gown and fur coat. “Why the hell are you disturbing my sleep?”

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It was for me—my choice, my selfish decision—and he got caught in the crossfire of my mistakes. I never meant to lie. Yet I did. And that alone is enough for him to despise me. Enough reason for him to turn his back and walk away. I lay on the cold floor, shattered—not just by his words, but by the brutal truth they carried. This is the end. Our end. For so long, I dreamed of forever with him. But forever, it seems, was always meant to be brief. I stood before the towering Company building, my heart pounding in dread. I knew how furious Justin would be to see me, but no force on earth could stop my trembling hands from pushing through those doors.

"Aaron darling, don't believe her!" Jess pleaded. "Frame you?" I gave a cold laugh. "Do you really think you're worth framing? When the Conrad family investigates something, there has never been a case we couldn't uncover." Aaron lifted his head and stared at Jess. "You… you actually lied to me! You've been lying to me all along!" "I didn't! I didn't lie to you!" Jess continued to argue. "I love you! Those things are all misunderstandings. Selene did this on purpose to drive a wedge between us! You have to believe me!"

She almost had an heart attack when she saw Iver came out of her room, her mind immediately started running, trying to process the best believable excuse to give. "April? Where did you go? Just came to check on you," Iver said. "Oh! I was.....thirsty," April lied. Iver folded his arms against his chest and watched her for a few seconds in silence, April's heart thumped in her chest. "Are you-" he paused, furrowed his eyebrows, "never mind," he ended up saying. He turned around and went into his room, slamming the door behind him. April knew he knew something and that something has irked him and right now, he definitely doesn't want to talk about it. She only prayed that, that something has n

“You didn’t lie, not really. You just... left some things out.” April huffed. “That’s the same thing.” Tally smirked. “Then let’s call it selective honesty.” April rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “They’re going to be pissed.” Tally shrugged. “Probably.” April groaned, leaning her hip against the counter. “Great. Thanks for the reassurance.”

Justin said. "I didn't. I was intoxicated." April replied. "Well, the way your nails dogged into my back didn't show you didn't enjoy it." "Stop it," April warned. "I already told you how I felt about you last night. Why won't you admit yours to me?" "That's because I feel nothing for you ." "You're lying." Justin accused. "Get out of my office," April said. "Apr..." Justin was cut off. "Get out of my office... Now!!!" April screamed.

He told her about the truth that was buried somewhere in his family’s history, the lie he had always sensed without being able to identify. She listened to all of it without interrupting. When he finished, she was quiet for a moment. “That’s going to take years,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “I’m in,” she said. He looked at her. Something moved in his expression — brief, controlled, but real. “I know,” he said. “I was counting on it.” They walked to her car together, and behind them the prison gates stood closed, and ahead of them the city waited, and Paul moved through the cold morning air like a man who has finally, after a very long time, found solid ground beneath his feet.