Family Of Liars Novels & Stories

I explained, Carl is her boyfriend or at this point a plaything to her because she had her hands wrapped around better guys and he was only a means to satisfy her. Nodding his head, he turned his gaze back to me. “We are having a family reunion today.” “What?” My eyes widened, all I wanted was to rest throughout the day, dreaming of the hands that dug into me yesterday and now I'll be forced to attend a family gathering that was filled with people who secretly hated each other and were in constant competition. “My nephew has come back to the country, it's nice if I introduce you to him.” Frank explained. Sighing, I nodded my head, agreeing to go.

Told me from birth, that I would be the next ‘Romancer’: the man who handles the whores, grooms the girls, and keeps the elite clients satisfied. At twenty-five, I’ve already secured over thirty high-end women for our top clients, and the list keeps growing. I’m fucking great at my job. And I love it. We are The Familia. One of the most ruthless crime families in the U.S. and Italy, bound by blood and legacy. We rule through loyalty and fear. We pride ourselves on tradition. But the truth? We’re still just spoiled brats doing what Mommy and Daddy tell us to. They say tradition keeps our culture alive. The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.

He fumbled for an answer, scrambling to cover his mistake. "I... I don't remember. Maybe I overheard it years ago? I think I asked Dad, and he made something up. Who knows?" Pathetic. His lie was flimsy. His delivery clumsy. And suddenly, it hit me — Jack was a terrible liar. He always had been. The real problem? I'd never bothered to question him before. I'd been too blinded by love. Too desperate to be his mother. Jack shoved the report back into my hands, a little too fast, clearly desperate to shift gears. "Mom, listen. You're making a scene. This isn't the time or place for this."

“Yeah, right. I'm your son, and you know how a Lee fight for something they want. You know that, and you should know by now that I will never take my word back. No matter what you f-cking do, there's no way for me to go back to your family.” His family's faces showed even more anger and hatred. Jacob hold my hand and intertwined our fingers. I looked at him, nervous. Is he really doing this? Can he really turn his back on his family? Just… because of me? I know they're heartless and arrogant, but choosing me over his family is just not worth it. “Grandpa, mom, dad…” Theo stole our attention after he spoke. He heaved a sigh and slowly went beside Jacob, who glared at him. “What are you doing,

Zeller submitted copies of the consent form on which Koah had forged my signature, as well as evidence showing that he had used falsified personal information to complete the procedures. On the witness stand, Wanda cried pitifully, describing how she had been abandoned by her ex-husband, how she had been driven into a corner, and how Koah had helped her purely out of sympathy and lingering affection. She claimed she had no idea the money was from Xena’s premarital assets. However, when Mr. Zeller asked her whether she knew that Mr. Koah had a lawful spouse and a son, and even asked her whether she knew that such a large sum of money could severely affect his family’s normal life, she stammer

Elena's POV: Adriana was arrested and imprisoned, but Mom and Dad had no time to grieve, much less save her. The shocking news of "Wealthy Heiress Kills Sister" shot straight to the top of entertainment headlines. When the Reed family saw the scars covering the corpse on the news and heard my name in the broadcast, they instantly realized the Lane family had played them. This time, they showed no mercy and bankrupted the Lane family overnight. Debt collectors and reporters blocked the entrance to their house so tightly that not a fly could get out. My elderly parents hid inside their home, too afraid to venture out.

My hands trembled as I gripped my phone. I couldn't believe what I was seeing on the screen. This was a livestreaming platform for pranks, with a majority of viewers coming from wealthy families or elite backgrounds. My parents told me they got divorced, left me to my own devices, but raised my younger twin brother, Archer Sullivan, rich. It turned out everything was just a game, a six-year-long livestreamed spectacle, made purely for the entertainment of others.

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

he asked, his tone suddenly more curious than angry. Earlier this morning, I’d asked Mr. Fred how he knew Chris, but he dodged the question until my mum appeared. “What’s going on?” she asked, cutting in. “It’s nothing—” “Nothing?” I flared. Mr. Fred was lying, and we both knew it. He forced a smile. “Ariana and I were just having a little chat about your birthday outing. She said she can’t wait for us to spend it together as a family.” “Really?” my mum asked, her tone more rhetorical than curious.

Yusuf asked his son, smartly. "Don't answer my question with another question." Liam snapped, "You know how much I hate it when people do that. So don't." "Alright." Yusuf breathed out, defeatedly, "I will say this one last time and will not say it again. Ever. Everything that I did. Bad or good. Forgivable or unforgivable. I did it for the sake of our family." "There is no fucking family, father!" Liam growled, "You backstabbed your best friend, stole his wife, lied to your children-"