His Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

The room went silent, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the two of them. Alan's face grimaced, his eyes widening in disbelief. He released himself from her hand and took a step back."No no, no, this can't be happening." he muttered. Shaking his head, his voice rose."You are lying, Elena. You are trying to trap me with another man's child." Elena stood her ground, her chin raised."You know I'm telling the truth, Alan. " Alan's face twisted like a snarl as he held Elena by the neck pushing her to the wall.

He muttered rubbing his face with his hands, i could only stare and listen to him. “And then you had other men having their eyes on you while you acted like the perfect woman-” A low chuckle left his lips as he brushed his hair backwards, it was already in a mess from running his hands through it. “And we both know you’re nothing from perfect. You literally lied about everything, about the wine, about your parents, and now because of being too perfect you’re being sent on a death trip with Lucas and I.” My breathing had calmed down and another feeling course through me, anger.

Camila's pain and it hurt seeing her like that. PERFICIENT HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY. The car arrived in front of the Perficient Hotel, the biggest hotel in America, and second to none in the world. It belonged to the Lucas, and it was the venue for Asher Lucas and Avery Mason’s engagement party. “We are at the engagement party already.” Mia notified Layla, so Layla would get out of her thoughts. Layla’s heart was still broken and scattered after she met Mrs. Camila. She couldn’t get the past beliefs out of her head and fresh ones paved their way in.

My permission wasn't sincere; everything was a lie. "No, I'm sorry to tell you that you have to quit. You can't continue working since you'll be the wife of one of the most prominent businessmen in the country." What is this man talking about? He's asking me to quit, and how is he an important man? God, what a mess I've gotten myself into. It's better if he takes me away now. I'm going to die trying! No, karma is already paying me back. I haven't even started, and it's already torturing me.

It is not the happy ever after as portrayed in the movies but a facade. Love is a weapon of weakness that is only of benefit to those who seek to exploit it. “Miss Waters.” Carlos called. No response. “Miss Waters.” No response. “Miss Ivy Waters!” He called with a loud voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Ivy jerked at the sound of his voice. She didn't realize she had been so lost in her own little world. Whatever the case, she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed for it. Still, she had to play the part.

Shirley covered her face, screaming as she tried to flee, but reporters surrounded her. "Ms. Pearce, is the recording true?' Another asked, "Did you really conspire with your lover to frame your ex-husband? Where did that fifty billion dollars actually go?" The barrage of questions swallowed her like a tidal wave. Soon, the police entered again, but they were holding arrest warrants. Not for questioning, but for an actual arrest. Two officers hauled Liam to his feet. He was still struggling desperately, pointing at me and cursing. He shouted, "Marcus, you forged this evidence! You'll rot in hell!"

he suddenly sat upright and leaned forward on the high table separating us, “Why do I keep arguing with you? You live with him, so you know better. If you say there are cracks within, then there must be cracks.” I forced a smile, suddenly uncomfortable, “Well, not exactly.” “So tell me, what’s the imperfect thing in the almighty Lucien Thorne’s life?” “Nothing,” I lied, “thinking about it now, you’re right. His life is perfect.” “Really?” he sounded and looked disappointed, “or are you skeptical of telling me a family secret? I promise I’d keep it a secret too.” “That’s only if there’s a secret to share. Lucien’s life is perfect.”

Lies wrapped in the appearance of truth. Marcus entered quietly, setting down a cup of coffee that steamed in the cold air. “You won’t find her here,” Marcus said softly. “Not the way they’ve painted her. These records… they’re too clean. Too perfect. Which means they’re fake.” Damian’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam sparking in them. “Then I’ll find the cracks. Every lie leaves a shadow. And when I do, they’ll regret ever touching her name.”

Instead, I held my chin up, feeling defiant. “And I’m the emotional one?” Who is this person? I’d never say such a thing if I were truly sober. But I think I was just sober enough to keep my words steady. “What did you tell her, Adrian? That your wife didn’t want to come with you to this big event and you desperately needed a date? Did you tell Miss Perfect that I would be fine with it? Did you lie to her the way you lied to me?” Is this what we had come to?

Absolutely perfect. Everything I had done for the past ten years was leading to moments like this. Ten long years of pretending to be broken. Ten years of lying in that wheelchair, letting her bathe me, feed me, and sacrifice her youth and beauty for me. The car accident, the carefully staged injuries, the fake medical reports, the years of watching her cry at night because she felt unwanted. All of it was designed to make her trust me completely. To make her believe she was the strong, loyal wife who stood by her husband through everything. So when the hammer finally fell, it would destroy her completely. There is no sweeter revenge than watching someone who loves you realize they were neve