First Lie Wins Book Review Novels & Stories

Wade's bike rolled up behind Silas's truck, engine cutting out fast, and he was off it and crossing the street before the kickstand had even fully caught. "Officer over there says the fire stayed contained to the one storage unit," Wade said, low enough that only the three of them could hear him. "No other units touched. Whoever did this knew exactly which door to hit." "Which means they knew which one was hers." Silas's jaw tightened, and beneath his hands he felt Reagan flinch, slightly, at the certainty in his voice. "This isn't Grant working alone anymore. This is somebody giving very specific instructions to somebody else, and Grant's never been sharp enough to plan something this preci

I knew every second I delayed was another moment of my life wasted on him. Before I boarded, Brian stopped by one last time. When he learned of my departure, he simply sighed and wished me happiness and peace in the future. I thanked him but felt a pang of sadness. Even Brian, an outsider, appreciated my years of sacrifice, while Reynold, who benefited most directly, was the first to betray me. Just before I boarded my flight, Reynold texted me. Reynold: "Honey, I made your favorite baked salmon today." Reynold: "I'll be there soon. Wait for me."

Or maybe he was just choosing to believe everything she was saying because he had the upper hand against him. "Well, I thought that if I could manage to blackmail you, then you would come to me, but you were so in love with Evangelien that it broke my heart, and since I wanted to keep my pride, I acted as if I had evidence," she expounded her lie. She could not believe how good she was at doing things like this. "So cute," he murmured. She almost let out a sigh of relief that she had been able to deceive him so quickly, and he did not pick up on it. Maybe he was just choosing to believe her, so he did not miss out on anything.

My index finger rubbed the outline of my lower lips as I watched the picture like it was a movie. Dark brown hair brushed upwards with two fallen strands across his eyes. He looked like he'd come out of a book. A fantasy book. But that only fueled my passion more. Because this kind of man hardly belonged to one woman and I can't risk him breaking their hearts, they would never ever recover. I was doing honorable charity for the hearts of soft women no matter how I looked at it. A glint crossed my eyes in excitement. "You must die, The Viper."

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone. Inside were pages of her,her pain, her joy, their memories. A legacy. A goodbye. A start. As she walked away, the wind picked up again. And somewhere, in the silence between her footsteps, she swore she heard him say her name. Soft. Warm. Home. End of chapter 10 End of when love lies.

"It's okay, munchkin. Your new mom will love you soon. I'll never send you back." A crushing pressure kept building in my chest until I could barely breathe. Then, the gentle ping of a message snapped me back. [There's nothing wrong with her husband. He treated her well and took on all the house chores himself. Cassie didn't even need to work and spent her days having fun. He was the one in charge of raising the kid. If I were to point out a flaw, it's only that he isn't as rich or as promising as Harvey.] I was terrified that my prejudice might push the little girl back to a dangerous father, so I had someone look into it. Turns out, that man was a good father and nothing like Harvey claime

"I-I asked around." That was a lame lie. He was a nobody now, and no one would tell him anything. That one glance sparked a realization. My phone didn't have many apps, so the couple's app that he had developed stood out. I had forgotten about it in the chaos. "I built this app for us," he'd boasted. "We'll log everything we do for each other. It'll be a treasure when we're old." I'd used it diligently, recording every moment, until he stopped logging in. I never suspected anything, but his behavior now screamed guilt.

“I heard Faye and Connor grew up together. Even if they weren’t lovers, they were family. This is so toxic.” “I used to really like June. I didn’t expect her not only to steal someone’s eyes but also to plagiarize their work. Never judge a book by its cover.” “No wonder June’s paintings felt so different. Her intentions were never genuine.” None of this would have ever been public if Connor hadn’t wanted to apologize to me. He thought exposing the truth would ease my heart, but he was wrong. No matter what he did, I would never forgive him.

And since Iris had already shoved her face right in front of me, why would I pass up the chance to slap back? I had my brother arrange for Felix to be sent abroad, then I gathered all the materials I needed and prepared to go to war with those shameless traitors. Coincidentally, the private investigator I'd hired to look into Silas and Iris returned that same night, fully briefed on every detail of their relationship. I stayed up all night organizing the evidence, sorting it into several sections, and handed them off to a few tabloid accounts my brother had lined up. I instructed them to release the full truth—piece by piece.