Faking It: Tears Of A Crime Novels & Stories

She flinched but went on with the crap she was saying. “Don't believe her lies. I said she confessed to me this morning that she actually went out to meet a guy and they had an intimate session. Amber…why are you saying something different now…? You were pleading with me earlier to forgive you for using me to cover up for your deeds….” She paused as fake tears slipped down her eyes. “And I forgave you, you promised never to do it again, so why are u doing this again…?” She asked, her tone croaky with fake tears as my eyes litted up in amusement.

“He was wrong. There's nothing here. I wouldn't risk keeping something in a place where it would be too easy for others to guess. All you will find here are my students' papers and their quiz answer sheets. There's nothing special about it." “Fuck. You've been playing with me all this time." “You are in league with criminals. I even have a recording of you telling Calvin that you would help him get out of prison by bribing several people in the police. Tsk, looks gutsy.” “What are you going to do to me? Are you angry with me because I canceled our wedding?" “You're playing with fire, Miley. And now, you're burning inside. There is no turning back. You will be destroyed.”

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen

I snort at the absurdity of my so-called choices, my sarcasm masking the dread clawing at my insides. He tilts his head, studying me for a moment before nodding. "This will be over in a few minutes. Stay calm," he advises, his voice disturbingly soothing as he sifts through his collection of knives. Psychopath. "How about we fake the injuries? Makeup bruises and cuts?" I suggest, kneeling beside him, trying to decipher his next move. He looks up, his expression deadpan. "Yeah, because the mafia is renowned for our grade A makeup artists and fake threats," he retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I roll my eyes, more out of frustration than anything else.

I realized I had forgotten to block his contact completely. A new call came in. I hesitated. Then I answered. “Sylvia.” His voice was hoarse. “Where are you? Let me come to you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about. From the moment you completed your formal registration with her at City Hall, we were done. Do not contact me again.” The line was quiet for a second. “Sylvia. Six years. You will not even let me explain?” “Explain what? Why you gave me a fake mark while you registered with her as mates? Damon, why did you think I would wait forever?”

I clenched my hands, tears welling up in my eyes. Damn! When will the tears stop? There is no end in sight. It’s as if I just want to be a robot and not feel anything. Dominic approached me and knelt in front of me, saying, “Sophia blackmailed me, believe me, and I didn’t like all of this.” I laughed as I looked up at the ceiling at his bullshit excuse.

I faked the anxiety and the happiness I told the world about. "Thank you for joining us.” I began, looking into the lens. "It has been a brutal week. But I am grateful to say that my wife and daughter are safe." I turned to Isabella. "Bella, darling. The world has been hearing terrible rumors. Lies spread by Dante Galante and his criminal syndicate. Tell them... tell them what happened." This was the moment. The pivot point. Isabella lifted her head. She looked straight into the camera. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with unshed tears. It was an Academy Award performance.

I thought this would help, but it isn't doing much for me. Ethan walks down the hall suddenly. He's dressed in sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. He looks awful. Although I'm not sure if I look any better or not. He looks down at me, and tears are running down his pale face. He looks like he has been crying for hours. This isn't just "I'm sad" tears. These tears are more...so much fucking more.

I Instinctively remembered I was a Mafia boss. A Mafia boss doesn't get flustered by a woman. That would be laughable. I maintained my strong composure and remained silent. Irene then fell into my arms and began crying. I was stunned by this but to my surprise, I wasn't moved. Women are grandmasters at faking their tears and playing the victim. I hadn't spent twenty years in marriage with my wife to notice that. It was clear to me Irene was acting. Her tears looked real but I can tell they were fake.