Inked In Lies Novels & Stories

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

] Pearl had finally released her edited footage. In the video, she was the pitiful and self-sacrificing mute delivery worker. I, on the other hand, appeared as the unrelenting, cruel victim of a minor collision. Her modest clothing and tearful expressions contrasted sharply with my weary, irritable face. I had just returned from accompanying a patient at the hospital, and though no visible injuries showed on me, I radiated hostility. The clip of me replayed endlessly, capturing only that single frame. The venomous voiceover continued to lash out:

My eyes were filled with disappointment as I spoke, “Connor, how long do you plan on lying to me? You know exactly the level of June’s painting skills. You just didn’t want to believe that the person you fell for was a thief. If you really feel sorry for me, then stop bothering me.” I didn’t want to argue anymore, so I turned and left. Behind me, he kept calling my name, desperately apologizing, but I never stopped. The next day, June publicly posted ninety-nine love letters Connor had written to her when they were teenagers. Along with them, she confessed her feelings to him online. “After everything, you’re still the one.” The entire internet celebrated, congratulating them on finally gett

[This idiot Melissa still isn't rushing to save the finance director—she's actually believing Andy's lies! [If anything happens to the finance director, McKinnon Group is truly beyond saving!] [Such a good man, and he still ended up being killed by Andy!] [Melissa is unbelievably foolish—of all people, she chooses to trust Andy!] Instinctively, I turned my head and met Chelsea's hate-filled gaze. A cold laugh echoed in my heart as I spoke first, "Chelsea, you look so distracted. Something on your mind?" She stiffened, then quickly coughed to cover her panic.

“Don’t let him win. He’ll kill us anyway.” His gaze makes contact with mine- wild, desperate, full of pain. A bruise on his lip, a bruise sprouting over his jaw, and yet now I see the man who kissed me in the dark and said I should never go over to the dark alone. But now we don’t know, and I must be the light. That way at least Emily will live, I think. He shakes his head violently. “No—Carina, please. Don’t.” I keep quiet. My fingers are holding the flash drive Leo has created, the one that I slipped under my sleeve. It is my actual weapon, my bet, and my lie.

“Do you think lies can ever be fixed? Every smile you gave me, every ‘I love you,’ it was a mask. And I swallowed it all, thinking it was real. But it wasn’t.” He lowered his gaze, unable to meet mine. “I… I made mistakes. I didn’t know how to tell you the truth. I wanted to protect you.” “Protect me?” I shook my head, my hands clenching into fists. “You think lying protects me? No. You tore me apart from the inside. You made me question everything—my judgment, my heart, my worth. And for what?” A memory flashed across my mind: the nights he promised he was somewhere else, the phone that buzzed in the middle of the night, the stories that didn’t add up. All lies. Every single one.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

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No more lies, no more Ken, no more pretending I was okay. Then my phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up like a cruel joke. I glanced over, and there it was—*Ken*. His name flashing, mocking me. My heart twisted, a fresh wave of rage burning through the sadness. More tears spilled, blurring the room. “You,” I whispered, my voice shaking, barely audible. “You’re the cause of all this, Ken.” My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. He lied about Tasha, about his other wife, about everything. He left me in the dark, made me the fool, the pathetic wife who thought she could hold it together. And now he had the nerve to call? Where was he when I called him first?

“That’s how you see it, Ana, there is more to you, getting married to the don of this mafia, you’ll have to understand that you’re not initiated into the fold yet, when you are, we’ll let you know all you’ll need to know, you’ll have to be patient and stick around the premises so you’ll not risk being kidnapped again, please…” She replied harshly and walked out on me. I wasn’t myself at all. I held my shirt and turned to the mirror beside me. I couldn’t Imagine the wrinkles on my forehead. I felt so tense and insecure. ‘Secrets, deep secrets…’ I muttered.