La Tirana Quiere Vivir Honestamente 소설 & 이야기

“Enough! You’re vile. Do you hear yourself, Lady Bianca? You’ve reduced children to pawns and lies to strategies. You think money can make us accomplices to your madness?” Lady Bianca’s composure never cracked. “I think money makes survival easier. And I think both of you know survival is all that matters.” Tessa shook her head, whispering more to herself than to the room. “No… this isn’t right. This isn’t who I am. My children deserve truth, not this.” Her voice gained strength. “And if you think I’ll let them grow up believing lies, you’ve gravely underestimated me, Lady Bianca. I won’t poison their future with your schemes.”

“You just live here.” The comment hit harder than it should have. Ethan scowled. “You really enjoy pushing buttons, don’t you?” Tyler leaned on the counter. “Only yours.” The honesty in that made Ethan’s chest tighten. “You don’t even hide it.” “Why should I?” Tyler said. “Everyone’s pretending here. At least I’m honest about what I want.” Ethan folded his arms. “And what’s that?” Tyler’s gaze lingered too long, not hungry, not soft, and just deliberate. “Truth,” he said finally. “And maybe a little chaos.”

It added unnecessary time and stress to days that were already draining. If I could just walk freely… go home without fear… And more than that, I hated pretending. Pretending not to know people I cared about. Pretending to be someone else entirely. It felt dishonest, and deep down, I longed for something simpler. “I want to live honestly,” I admitted quietly. “Then think about it,” Piera said. “Whatever you decide, I’m with you. But truly, I believe people will understand. They care about you. They always have. And if anything, they will respect you more for telling the truth.”

She looked at him in disgust, not one to take shit for no reason, Mahira took a deep breath “Huh!, look who talks,” she scoffed at him, “Its surprising that every time we meet it is you who mentions money, its you who crosses the limits and downgrades the morals and it is you who speaks about buying and selling me, so I wonder, how am I a woman of low Integrity and chastity, and I wonder what makes you think that you know anything about my morals and standards in life, for one last time, I request you to leave and never meet me again.” She pointed at the door as she tried to grab some breath Tazz looked at her for a while, then he took out his wallet and pulled out a thick wad of cash and f

I wanted to face the truth, I wanted something more genuine, something that was really mine, far from lies and betrayals. "Glory," I began, trying to remain calm. "I can't run away anymore. I'm tired. Tired of living this life that isn't mine, of hiding from the consequences. I don't want to be like the Mortons anymore. I want something true, something new."

"Tell me the truth—do you want Italy? Or is this all their poison talking?" I hesitated, the question piercing through my defenses. Did I want it? The dream had shimmered like a mirage since high school—Florence's ancient streets, the Uffizi's masterpieces, losing myself in pigments and perspectives. But now, tainted by coercion, it felt like chains. "I... I don't know," I confessed, my hands trembling as I clutched his jacket, pulling him closer. "Part of me does. The art, the escape. But not without you. Never without you."

“Those who easily falter are doomed to never achieve what they want—you’re undoubtedly one of these schnooks. You’ve sacrificed so much for this, advancing down this path, that you’ve long passed the point of no return, Tanya. What does you naivety believe would happen if you ‘come clean’? Do you really think Arianne and Tiffany would go back to being your friends? Don’t be daft. You’ll always be the ugly duckling who will never belong. If I were you, my plan from now on would be to birth the baby just as planned; I’d be focusing on nurturing that fetus right now. Don’t worry… I’ll transfer the funds you need very soon.” Before Tanya could say anything, the call ended. She gripped her phone

“Fair. But if we only ever give them raw truth and analysis, they’ll go hungry for meaning. Eren’s feeding that. So we tell ours—honest ones that still give them something to stand on.” “Like?” she asked. “Like Tessa,” he said. “Not as inspiration porn—‘look at the brave cripple’—but as: she lost a leg because of our choice, and now she’s remapping half the patrol routes. Both truths. Cost and strength.” “Like Aria and Lucian,” Rin said slowly. “Not as ‘the goddess‑blessed pair who made perfect peace,’ but as ‘two people who made mistakes and changed their minds and still held the valley.’”

she gestured toward the window, toward the city pulsing outside, “—now you’re letting them call someone else your fiancée.” His eyes dropped for the first time. “It’s not that simple.” “It never is with you.” Lucian’s hands flexed once at his sides, then stilled. “Do you think anyone would survive in this industry if everything were simple?” “I would rather choke on honesty and climb back up than live a lie." He looked at her then — really looked, as if seeing her for the first time that night. “You don't mean that,” he said softly. “You’re too good at pretending to live.”

"It may be that even you don't want to be my friend anymore.” "If I don't want to, this will only show the terrible person I am," she replied. "The question is you, Tasha. You need to put out everything that is inside your heart. You need to stop playing a role. Only on that day will you understand the true values of real life, because not everything is beautiful and full of frufrus like in books. Living real life is complicated, and it's about time for you to start.”