Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar 소설 & 이야기

It was like the rumbling. “Why? Do you like it?” He was amused. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, deny it, deflect, play it off with a sarcastic jab, but all that came out was an awkward breath. My fingers clutched my phone tighter. “No.” I said, far too quickly, “It’s annoying.” He chuckled again, low and slow, “You’re a terrible liar, Rhea.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me, “And you’re incredibly full of yourself.”

he interrupted, “are done pretending you have any control. That’s why you’re here, screaming at me while your fans probably rewatch the video ten times.” I felt a shiver run through me…. not fear exactly, but fury. “You’re sick. And you know it.” He leaned back, lighting another cigarette. “Maybe I am. But at least I’m honest about it. Can’t say the same for Lisa. She’s a liar. She slapped me. She smiled while she hit me. And you? You’re just realizing the world isn’t as neat as your little perfect life made it.” I laughed, bitter and sharp. “Perfect life? You mean the life I built thinking I was with someone I could trust? That life? Gone. You and her made sure of that.”

The chime of a video call shattered the night's silence. I pushed myself up from the floor, my knees leaving two damp spots on the expensive Persian silk. Tears or sweat, I could no longer tell. "Vivian, you look like hell." Mia's face appeared on the screen, her expression a mix of pity and fury. "I'm fine." The lie slipped out, a habit I was never good at. "Don't lie to me, honey," Mia said, her voice softening. "But you need to see this."

Bianca let out a cold laugh, like it was the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "Still chasing him?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Give it up, Viviana. I know you're jealous that he chose me, but making up lies like this is just pathetic." "I'm not lying." I stared straight into her eyes. "The Feds, the other families... they're going to be all over his lab. You'll go down with him as an accomplice—" "Enough!" Bianca shot to her feet. "Viviana, you're a real disappointment. I thought you'd at least have the decency to accept that you lost."

The conversation drifted, voices dropping an octave as the exhaustion turned into that easy, liquid warmth that only comes at the end of a long day and the start of a good bottle. Leona leaned into the candlelight, her eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief that usually preceded a disaster. “We need to talk about the leather jacket guy,” she said, prodding my arm. “The one who asked if the villain’s habit of gaslighting everyone was… personal.” A spray of Pinot Noir nearly hit the tablecloth as I coughed. “I gave him a very professional, very firm ‘no’ with every fiber of my being.” Liza’s laugh was a sharp bark that had her sliding dangerously close to the edge of the velvet seat. “You lie

It rose from the ink like a nightmare she didn’t know she was dreaming, Liora stared at the figure, at herself, mirrored in perfect detail. Same eyes. Same jawline. Same crooked scar beneath the left cheekbone. But there was something off. The smile was too calm. The posture too graceful. This version of her wasn’t forged through fire. She was written. Refined. Curated. Too flawless to be real. And when she spoke, It was Liora’s voice. But stripped of emotion. “You fought so hard to become someone,” it said. “So I became everyone else you tried to avoid.”

"I'm not perfect. Every one has their flaws" "I don't see any in you" "I have. I have so many dark flaws that will make you hate me. And trust me, I'm not gonna tell you that" I looked at him skeptically. "Huh?" "You heard me" he said. "I did. And you don't have any flaws. You're perfect and the most perfect guy" "Trust me you won't say the same after you know it all" "I trust you but not on this. I will never ever hate you no matter what happens. Even if you are some evil guy or the villain of my story"

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonightBaby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight I'm not perfect, still he did see the worse in me and called me perfect. He likes me despite all of the consequences. He likes me because who I'm. He likes me the way I like him. He likes me so much as much I do. Everything felt surreal a