Four Faced Liar Nyc の小説・ストーリー

I could tell he was trying everyday, he could tell when I was feeling off and he tried to distract me and it worked, sometimes. "What's wrong?" Fours voice interrupted my train of thought as he now stood in front of me, his hot breath bouncing of my face as I leaned against the machine, I was conformable but wanted things to remain slow. I mean, its hard when for months I was convinced Four was a serial killer that kidnapped me and his end goal was to torture and kill me.

he sarcastically murmured. "Maybe you want me to remind you where all these troubles started? Okay, fine! To tell you, you bought me with your money four years ago, for fvcking one-month sex slave agreement. What did you do? You made me pregnant. Did I say you are responsible? No, 'isn't it? I obeyed your command to give birth to her. Cut! Now, a long time ago, four years ago, then you will appear in front of me and you want me to take care of the child because you have a business trip? Now, you think Ten to a Hundred times, who among us has more mistakes?" "You're playing safe here, huh?"

] [And since we're already broken up, you have no right to even say something like you're disappointed in me. I sent the message, then tapped open my contact and blocked the number. The screen went dark and I went back to scrubbing the sheets. The next morning, my phone woke me up by vibrating more than a dozen times. Still half asleep, I opened it and found a long string of messages from my roommates, with a link at the top. The headline read: [Shocking news! The truth about Central University's wealthy heiress and her maid! Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor?]

“Lia Moretti. Cousin from Castellammare, here for a fresh start.” The legend was meticulous. Born Lia Moretti, raised in Sicily until age twelve, then moved to Newark. A minor record for aggravated assault, a charge conveniently lost in the system. She spoke the language, knew the customs, and bore a passing, useful resemblance to a low-level Moretti associate’s real cousin, who was currently enjoying an all-expenses-paid “vacation” in Fiji courtesy of the FBI. It was a good legend. It had to be.

Liam looked at Carol with a smirk, before he looked at the chief and confirmed what the chief was saying, “Actually, the chief is right, I'm a Danvers, I don't just work for them.” Carol didn't believe him however. She glanced at him disdainfully, and she couldn't believe he was so shameless to even lie and pretend to be a Danvers. Guess he was desperate to get out of this situation that he was even willing to lie to do so. Turning towards the police officers, she lectured them, “What are you doing standing there, get him back in the cell.”

The city feels different at night. Quieter. Sharper. Like the skyline itself is holding its breath. Adrian’s car moves through the streets of Manhattan with controlled speed, the engine low and steady beneath us. Marcus sits in the passenger seat scrolling through construction permits on his phone while I stare out the window. Pier 47 is getting closer. And with every block we pass, the weight in my chest grows heavier. Because somewhere beneath the Hudson River—my past is waiting. Marcus finally breaks the silence. “Okay. I have good news and bad news.”

ELENA “Are you kidding me?” The words scraped out of my throat, barely more than a whisper. Paul’s face told me everything before he even spoke. No flicker of humour, no mercy. He just shook his head, solemn and heavy, and held his phone out to me. My fingers felt stiff as I took it. The headline on the screen blurred for a second before it sharpened in my vision: “Fire breaks out at Westgate Street, No. 8482, New York.”

They both stare at me and seem to be waiting for what I say, “I lie to you guys, I don't have my business, I'm living a messy life here in New York, I lied” They look into each other eyes and said, “We know,” “What?”

His reflection glimmered in the gilded mirror — the strong jaw, the controlled stance but he had never felt smaller. “It started years ago. A stupid mistake. I was driving too fast coming back from a party, careless, reckless… and I was pulled over. The officer wanted to book me for speeding. I panicked.” His lips twisted bitterly. “So I told him my girlfriend was in labor. I thought it would buy me an easy pass. But instead… the officer decided to escort me.” Lady Bianca’s brows arched, incredulous. “Escort?”