La Tirana Quiere Vivir Honestamente Novels & Stories

’ Tanya froze, her face the very picture of betrayal. ‘No—that’s not true! I had nothing to do with this!’ she protested wildly, her usual composure crumbling. She turned to her son, desperate. ‘Cary, please, not here. This is a private matter—we can talk at home—’ ‘No.’ Cary’s voice was flat, unyielding. ‘We deal with this now. I want the truth. All of it.’ Even with her heavy makeup, Tanya’s face looked ghostly pale. For a woman obsessed with appearances, airing her family’s filth in public was her worst nightmare.

he gestured between us “…deserves honesty.” I paced once, then again. “You’re asking me to go public. Like…..public public.” “I’m asking you to stand next to me,” he said. “And tell the truth, we’ll fake the truth. We are in a contract and this is part of it, Ariana.” My laugh came out sharp. “The truth? Alex, the truth is messy.” “I know.” “The truth is I leave when things get hard.” “I know.” “The truth is I don’t do well under pressure.”

Bibi says and she was thinking about what to do, but she likes money and she wants to become a billionaire and lives a large life that her parents never lived, A few minutes later, Bibi called her, “hello Bibi” 'Tara says, “what's up?“ Bibi asked, “eeh, Bibi, what you advised me Is about manifesting, he has proposed to me, she said that she wants us to get married, she started appealing to me” 'Tara says, “what did you see to his proposal?“ 'Tara asked,

I looked at Tyler who leaned down, his lips close to my ear as he whispered ”Be honest,” I don’t have and education, I didn't have a job besides the contract I had signed with her grandson that entailed I lap dance on a stranger and steal something. Which part of the truth did he mean I should tell her? ”I don’t have one,” I said and smiled at her. ”You don't have an education?” She spat. Her face disforming into an expression of disgust, making me feel lesser than ever. Her eyes were stone cold and I fought hard not too look away.

"Is the money two little? I can add you if it's too small for you. I understand you ladies love money so much, so don't worry. That won't be a problem." Now, Tihana is completely pissed. How dare him look down on her like that!? The money involved can go a really love way for her and she will be her own boss once that money hit her account. But that doesn't mean she should sell herself and her pride out because of money. And, was he even in his right senses when he attached that making a baby?! If he wants a baby so desperately he can just go on and adopt one. Or he can get himself a real wife and not just a contracted wife!

“I know.” “But it’s a good deal,” Geneva added reluctantly. “You could live a new life. Free, rich, safe.” Aria sat at the window, the city glowing outside. “That’s not what I want.” “What do you want?” Aria’s fingers traced the rim of her teacup. “I want closure,” she said softly. “And truth. Not money. Not silence.” Geneva tilted her head. “So what now?” Aria turned, her eyes steely.

“If I stay, I’m their shield. If I leave and we go public, everyone sees the real structure. It’s a lot harder to bury the truth when everyone’s watching.” Lila heard herself ask what she’d been wanting to ask for months. “Do you want to be redeemed, Lucien? Or do you want to be free?” He met her eyes, no masks left. “I want to be honest. If that costs me everything, I’ll pay.” Something in her shifted—not forgiveness, but recognition. He was stepping off his throne to prove truth mattered more than pride. Daniel scowled. “You make this public, you start a fire under more than just Voss. You’re declaring war on everyone who’s gotten a taste.”

They were staring at the ceiling, each still wondering whether it was all real or not, despite already provided with explanations. Then, Lars thought of Tirana. He was reminded of how she was fiercely fighting and risking her life to kill a monster that could've hurt innocent people and she did it all on her own, anonymously. In a way, she did save his life too, Lars thought. Lars remembered of the look in Tirana's eyes as she fought. They were brimmed of resolve, the look of a hardened warrior willing to sacrifice her life every day despite no one even know what she did for the world. He held out his necklace and began to wonder whether he could do the same.

"How are you okay with that? How can someone just risk their life over some senseless intuition? That's so-" "What, Tino?" She asks. "That's so what? Crazy? Stupid?" "Both," he shrugs. "It's both. And I don't get it! Why would you want to do this, Livi? Isn't it better to leave well enough alone?" "I hate to break it to you, T. But well enough isn't good enough anymore," she says. "Not when it's tearing our family apart, and certainly not when it's tearing us apart! We deserve better than that - better than this. We deserve the truth!"

"You're spending to fill a hole. You're drowning in debt trying to maintain the illusion." "I said shut up!" "Money or exposure, Aria," she hissed, her voice shaking with rage. "Choose. Right now." I looked around my small, messy apartment. I looked at the controller sitting on the coffee table, the stack of books, the life I had built for myself. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't glamorous. But it was mine. And it was honest. "I choose honesty," I said. "What?" "I choose honesty," I repeated, my voice steadying. "Tell whoever you want, Sienna. Lie to whoever you want. But I am not giving you a dime. And I am not letting you control me anymore."