His Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

"We need to have a talk." The color drained from Matteo's face. Marco tried to make a move and was immediately slammed to the ground by two of our men. "Vincent, what is this?" Matteo tried to act calm. "You have no right to barge into my—" "No right?" Don Genovese walked right up to him. "Your recruiters lied to her. Promised a miracle cure for her cancer. Instead, you pumped her full of poison and let her die screaming." He raised his cane and pointed it at Matteo's chest.

And I've proven, once again, that I'm not that person. I never have been. I probably never will be. I unlock the door and step back into the hallway, back into the wedding, back into the lie. And I smile. Because that's what I do. That's all I know how to do. Smile and pretend. Pretend and smile. Until I can't tell the difference anymore. Just like Sofia. We're perfect for each other, really. Two people living lies. Two people too afraid to choose what they really want.

On our wedding day, Dante Moretti gave me one rule: spend five million dollars a year. Every last cent. I had already spent too many years being poor for him. We had lived in a basement we couldn’t afford to heat. I had worked three jobs just to buy him a suit that didn’t come from a thrift store. When he reclaimed his family’s empire and became the most feared don in New York, he wanted to give me everything. Then his childhood friend came home. Vivienne Russo called herself a marriage counselor. She gave our marriage a score of zero. “There’s no equality here. You can’t buy a healthy relationship.” Dante canceled my black card, our honeymoon, and even the private prenatal care he had arran

Cole Sullivan's intermittent amnesia has lasted for three years. Every so often, he'll forget me and fall hopelessly in love with my younger sister, Roselle White. The night before our wedding, he loses his memory again. I sit right beside his hospital bed, yet his eyes pass over me as if I weren't there and land once again on Roselle. Mom and Dad have long since gotten used to smoothing things over. "Rach, you know about Cole's condition. Don't take it personally." I make an excuse to leave. Halfway down the hall, I realize I've forgotten my phone. I've just reached the door when I hear my family laughing and talking inside the room. "So, Cole, how do you plan to tell Rachel about your

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

I needed to give her the perfect answer to this question. I had to tell her something that wasn’t so over the top, something that would help sell our ruse, something that was quite close to the truth, because hey… I’d heard that the best lies did have shards of the truth hidden in them after all, and so clearing my throat nervously, I let a small smile grace my face, “Honestly speaking, Ma’am… even I can’t say for sure, because Adonis is hands down the most infuriating man I’ve ever met, but for as long as I’ve known him, it’s his warm heart that had always drawn me to him. He’s just so selfless invested in his worker’s lives that he had always held my highest admiration. I guess when it com

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

I stared at him to see what lies he could concoct. "It was so long ago. I can't remember clearly," he said, looking down at the ground in an attempt to avoid my question. "I remember she first made fun of me for being ugly, so I got angry and wanted to teach her a lesson. Everyone makes mistakes when they're young. All men are the same!" "I don't think you're telling me the truth." I caught him in a lie. Men never look at women in the eye when they lie. "You better tell the truth," said Daley as he took the blood-stained scalpel and gently slashed the younger Karr across the chest. He let out a cry of pain at once.

I’ve got to play the part of the repentant, wronged businessman, down on his luck and hungry for justice. Jeremy keeps playing dumb. Typical. He's got everything in his name, but he won't admit to jack. He's a pathological liar — the kind of who'd tell you the sky is red and sell you a pair of tinted sunglasses to prove it. I've got my eyes wide open, and I can see right through his crap. My finger jabs at the papers. “This is all a pack of lies… These papers are about as legit as a three-dollar bill. So, come on, talk — how did you pull off the heist of the century and get all my assets in your name?”