Innocent Lies Full Episode Novels & Stories

Frankie says and takes up his position behind Vinnie. I take the pliers out of the toolbox and turn to Vinnie. “I bet you’ve pulled a few fingernails in your time, am I right?” I ask and turn to the dull wiseguy. The penny drops, and his fear is now palpable. Excellent. “I din’t kill them kids!” he screeches. I don’t believe him. The truth is written all over his face. “I just need a confession from you,” I say, using my best, devil may care attorney voice.

Charlotte watched the biggest liar of her life as the man again smiled shaking his head like everything they said was a big joke for him, he was having a full fun. "I understand they are going through some tough time, I will try to help him as he was my father's friend, but apart from that I can only say," He looked straight in the camera with a small smile which looked so innocent yet the light tilt of one side extra only hit Charlotte as she knew how evil this man was and he did everything knowingly. "We shouldn't trust people blindly." He mumbled before finally leaving the place, Shawn was the one to take his place and gave the reporters the remaining answers.

“Tristan, you know what I’m talking about. How could you get married to her when you know what she did to your nephew?” “She told me everything, and I knew she was innocent.” “What makes you think she’s innocent?” Marissa asked him angrily when she heard what he said. “Sis, have you forgotten what I studied? I can detect when a person is lying and when the person is telling the truth, and I know you are aware of what the truth is.” “What are you trying to say?” Marissa asked me angrily. “I’m trying to say between both of us, you know what the truth is, but you don’t just want to tell it out.” My heart was beating fast as the conversation was getting to the level I had been waiting for it to

Orson screamed in pain, but still refused to change his story. "We really are your parents! We already gave you the inheritance! Why would we still want to kill you?" "It was honestly just a joke to help you relax!" I let out a cold scoff and turned the voltage up higher. "Fine. You don't have to talk. I already know the truth, anyway." All that was missing now was proof. Their bedroom definitely held clues. I grabbed a decorative piece off the table and knocked all three of them unconscious. Then I headed out, planning to search their room.

“Babe, I am not getting the point you are trying to make. All I did was create a lie to get rid of her.” “This lie is too huge to ignore.” I could sense a deadly smile in his words, and my breath almost ceased as he placed his head against mine and hooked my neck with his arm. “I know that Sarah is innocent. Since she came back, I have been watching her. I can one hundred percent say that there is no way she ran over a man on that lonely road and buried him. I know she never left home that evening.” “You must be mistaken,” I replied, my confidence struggling to stay firm.

The words sent a shiver down my spine—half warning, half promise. “I did something stupid,” I said, trying to redirect. He tilted his head, smirk deepening, eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve never done anything stupid before.” I pulled away then, pacing the small living room to put space between us. The words spilled out before I could stop them. “I lied. Framed an innocent man. The real culprit—the director—he’s hurting kids. Trafficking them. Elders protecting him. And now I’m trying to fix it, but I can’t get proof without risking everything.”

I stared harder at the paused frame. This was all too convenient not to see. A mother trying to break off a deal and the dealer trying to protect her cause at all costs. “You okay?” Phil’s voice shook me out of my thoughts. No. Not even close. Because suddenly the woman I was once in love with was now unraveling piece by piece right in front of me, yet I still didn’t know how deep the lies went. “This could prove my innocence at the station!” The idea escaped from my lips the minute it entered.

The day Lily Bianchi returned from abroad, the Don Dario Moretti threw a street race in her honor. She was the woman he valued most. He ordered me to race, even though my old injuries hadn't healed. The wound on my arm tore open, and I lost control of the steering wheel. The car slammed head-on into a boulder. Pain ripped through me. When Dario drove past, he instinctively slowed down for a moment. Lily, riding shotgun, immediately rested a hand on Dario's shoulder. "Dario, why on earth did Lucia crash into the mountainside? Is it because you let me ride with you? She got jealous and hurt herself just to get your attention." Dario scoffed. "Nobody help her. She'll live. "Anyone who takes her

“I miss you, my princess. When are you visiting us? ” Sahara hesitated. The lump in her throat made it hard to speak. “I…maybe tomorrow,” she finally said. “Oh! That’s wonderful! We’ll be waiting for you! ” Hearing the excitement in her mother’s voice made something inside her ache. She closed her eyes briefly. Why did lying feel so heavy? “Okay, Mom…I’ll hang up now,” she said softly. “Take care, princess.” Then the call ended. And silence returned. But Sahara stayed standing there for a moment, phone still in her hand, heart heavier than before.

“Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he could keep living after all that, what excuse did I have to give up?” She shifted slightly in her wheelchair and nodded toward the empty space beside her. “Want to sit for a minute?” So, I sat down. Sunlight streamed through the window and warmed the blanket that draped across her knees. “What about you?” she asked. “What happened?” I sat there in silence for a long time. It was long enough that she probably thought I was not going to answer. “I was lied to for five years,” I said. “I lost my career, my relationship, and my family. My dad died because of me.”