L Lawliet Novels & Stories

And beneath it, I wrote three words: Find the truth. I spent the next year in libraries and courtrooms.I read everything. Criminal codes. Detective novels. Forensic science. Old news clippings. I started attending open hearings downtown — mostly petty theft and drug cases. But sometimes… sometimes I saw something useful.And then one day, I saw him. Raffaele Moretti.

"We represent Swiss Healthcare Group." Lily's smile dropped. "Who are you? This is a private event! Security!" The lawyer didn't flinch. He held up a document. "This is a court summons. You're being sued for stealing the intellectual property of Ms. Emma Ellington. See you in court."

Liam’s calm and meticulous presentation had stripped away his aura of invincibility. “Do you understand?” Liam continued, each word deliberate, methodical, and relentless. “The moment you attempt to undermine anyone in this room again, the law will act. We have documented every step of your sabotage. Every forged document, every false claim, every whisper of deceit. There will be no haven, Darren. Not for your empire, not for your influence, not for your schemes.”

"Your love comes with a price. When you don't get what you want, you regret your efforts. Admit it. You only love yourself. You're here only because you can't have kids or find anyone better." I turned away, calling the police. He collapsed to the ground, covering his face and sobbing uncontrollably. I reported the situation in detail, including the app's illegal tracking, and submitted evidence. The police arrived and hauled him away. As they dragged him into the elevator, he looked back. "If I hadn't done that, would you have stayed?" I didn't answer. The elevator doors closed, and I entered my apartment. There were no "what-ifs" in life. Love or not. Time would tell.

“And you believed that?” “Of course not,” the lawyer replied quickly. “But the claim has already reached the police report. Mr. Hardison’s assistant said they’re investigating the source.” Lily turned her gaze to the half-finished bracelet on the table, her fingers brushing lightly over the delicate wires. “I see.” Her voice was calm, too calm. “So they’re saying I wanted to ruin him now?” “Miss Collins, I’ll handle it legally,” her lawyer assured her. “But… I thought you should know before the media does.”

"He’s right, Hartley. You go to the police with that video, and Lila might get a lecture from the school board, but you? You get a prison cell. And given your 'distinguished' reputation, I don't think you'd last ten minutes in general pop. Lila’s head popped out from behind my shoulder, her eyes wide and suddenly sparking with that unpredictable fire. "Wait, so you’re telling me he’s basically a high-tech peeping tom? That’s so much creepier than being a regular villain. It’s like... pathetic-villain territory.

“I want to inform you that I have been threatened and blackmailed by the gentleman here present, Luciano Delclaux.” Luciano’s hysterical laughter rang out above his words, while Tanner observed the surprise once again spreading across the faces of the Board members. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, he leaned toward his assistant and looked her in the eyes. “Are you ready, Johari?” —he whispered. “Of course, sir…” —She offered a shy smile—. “Of course, Andrew.”

For a moment the room seemed to shrink, the air turning thick as heat surged up the back of my neck. Penelope Valentine. That evil bitch. Of course. Of course it had to be her. A hot flash of rage burst through me so suddenly it felt almost physical. My hands curled into fists as the sound of my own heartbeat roared in my ears. “You’re hiring her as your lawyer?” I asked, my voice dangerously tight. “After everything?” Lauren sighed dramatically, clearly assuming my reaction was based on the same gossip everyone else had seen online. Yeah, the one I had a hand in.

I moved closer, pushing through a few people until I could see what everyone was staring at. My heart stopped. There, pinned right in the center of the board, were several printed posters. My mother’s picture was on them—a photo of her smiling from one of the events attended with Daniel. Big, ugly red letters were written across it: “GOLD DIGGER” “MARRIED FOR MONEY” “NEW WITCH IN THE MANSION” And at the bottom of every single poster… was Seth’s signature. That sharp, distinctive ‘S’ with the little curve at the end. The same signature I had seen on the contract. The same one only he drew like that.

Younger people and older people are gathered in front because they tend to forget what is the game all about. "Ladies and Gentlemen and all in between! welcome to the new Date a Liar game were two opposite sex are partnered to one another and of course play the game!" Only the children clapped their hands when this old lady dressed in a very bright yellow cloth appeared holding a very loud microphone. She has a bright smile but I know deep withinthat she's being happy because she and her comrades will soon watch the murder of multiple people who failed to stand their ground. "You might be wondering young boy what really is the game called Date a Liar?" she said with his annoying high pitched