Istriku Liar Mga Nobela at Kwento

*LIAM* I just came here to pass away time.I could still remember everything that happened today vividly in my bedroom when I caught my personal Stripper in bed with another man not just an ordinary man but a man who was supposed to be my friend.one of the things I hated was sharing my property.

Sure, Isla hasn't done anything significant yet but having her in the same space with my husband alone is a big enough crime. “I have no reason to lie to you, Liana. That girl is an absolute menace. She has done nothing but made my life miserable. She has even gone as far as seducing my husband in my presence, just to prove that she owns him. Trust me, that girl isn't half as innocent as she looks, it's just a mask to deceive everyone,” I told her and she gasped, eyes wide with shock. “Such audacity!” Liana blurted, apalled. “I just wanted to make sure she is really a hoe wrecker.”

Me: do you even realize that yoli is young she's Yoli: I had my reasons mom your friend was acting strange so I had to install cameras in her room to look at the things she's doing . Me: yolinkosi where did I go wrong with you. Yoli: im sorry mom but your friend is the one that started all this she sold my laptop mom my clothes I had to do this. My phone beeps I took it out it's Liam he's asking if I'm free for video call I reply yes and left these two there I can't believe my friend using dildos to satisfy herself worse by imagining Liam , he called and I picked it up angsa'blushi sayna! Ukthanda amadoda rhaa.

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

"I didn't have to go inside to know what was happening. You hid her well—except you forgot one thing. Air circulates." Marc lowered his head for a long moment. Then suddenly he laughed. "Vera, you really went all out to destroy me." He snapped his head up and glared at me. "Photoshopped footage. Hired actors. Fabricated evidence… You're impressive." I froze. "Oh, I get it now. You've been wanting a divorce for a long time, haven't you? So your little pretty boy outside can finally replace me? That's why you used this disgusting stunt to smear me?"

I'm tired AS: You've done well today, Olivia Livia: Thank you, Mob Boss Ash Livia: I'll text you if anything happens AS: You do that Livia: Goodnight <3 AS: Good night <3 * * * * * * * * * * As: Let's fight Livia: I was thinking the same that's why I said that Livia: No only do I looks stupid for not being able to keep up with my lies, but I also break our no lies promise AS: You're feeding it again

She scoffs out a small laugh, averting her gaze to rest on me, “you must think I am stupid, Pedro.” “No. Not stupid, just stubborn.” I say instead and she rolls her eyes, throwing herself up from the bed. “I want to be your Luna when I am sure you have found your supposed mate and have had her killed.” A rumbling boisterous laughter emits around us and it took me a second to realize that the sound actually came out from me. I was laughing hard at her request. Who won’t? It sounded so ridiculously outrageous. Except that Lia didn’t think so because she kept staring patiently at me with a disinterested look on her countenance.

Though it sounded funny that a bitch like Laura was the one telling me my personality. "2. She likes to brag about cooking though she can't cook well" Gosh! That's a lie! Everybody knows I'm a good cook" I screamed inwardly "Wait, she can not cook well? That sounds like envy! Kiara hasn't cooked for her before!" Liam protested "It's okay. I understand the reason behind her action" I faked a smile though I was burning inside. "3. She was known to be hardworking" It's not like she is wrong about that

"She's a pretty, empty doll my father made me marry. A political move to strengthen our position. Now, I'm finally free." Ice flooded my veins. Through the crack in the door, I saw him—my husband, "dead" for three months. He was caressing a blonde's face, his eyes full of a love he never showed me. Bianca Rosso. Daughter of our main rivals. "Honey, are you sure no one will find out?" Bianca was sitting on his lap, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. The iris flower. He told me it was a symbol of our eternal love. A fucking lie.

Bastard! Was he trying to get us caught? “Women you say? Have you gotten a girlfriend?” Frank said he took another bite of his food when I had barely touched mine, thanks to this idiot. “Not at all but I could say a fuck mate.” He arched his head to the side, pawing me a knowing smile. “Oh don’t say that!” Julie said while laughing. “I’m sure you’re going to break a lot of hearts.” “I think it’s the other way round.” He sighed, pulling his hand away with a small frown on his lips. “I’m unlucky when it comes to finding love.”