Liar Built To Spill Novels & Stories

Judging by how much money they gleaned from you over the years, perhaps this is a trick they pulled to swindle you out of money. Just like that, she made it look like Mom and I were nothing but gold-diggers. Indeed, Mom's medical bills had weighed heavily on our finances over the years. Hans seemed to have realized this too, and his expression immediately hardened. "Lauren, we've been married for ages. There's no need to lie to me. I hate liars like you the most!" he spat. "Stay here and reflect on yourself. I'll go confirm whether your mom's situation is true."

Mary sure didn’t care for me. I giggled, tilting my head. "When I'm old, I want to be just as funny as you," I said, trying to deflect her jab. Triston held me from my waist, his eyes alert, but he didn't interfere. “Mr. Ballard,” The older woman called for him, “When will she be bearing your children. Four years of marriage and no heirs? You should be having dozens to fill out that big home.” Four years? She definitely did her research on us.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

Her words hung in the air, a chilling revelation that sent a shiver down Liam's spine. Lilian continued, her voice strained and filled with vindication and bitterness. "I used them all, Liam. Asha, Garrett... even you," she confessed, her eyes locked onto his, challenging him to deny her claims. "I manipulated their weaknesses, their desires, to bring about your downfall. And it worked!" The shock and betrayal etched on Liam's face were palpable. How could his sister have orchestrated such a diabolical plan? The truth was like a dagger to his heart, cutting deep and leaving behind wounds that might never fully heal.

she asked, a mocking smile curling at her lips, as though she already knew the answer but wanted to hear me squirm. What was this? It was the fake marriage contract Colin had me sign. What the hell was he thinking, leaving something that sensitive just sitting on his computer? "Mrs. Booth, I can explain!" "You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives

As for Eric, he was cast aside and sent overseas like a discarded pawn. I looked away from the news and made myself a cup of coffee. The past was over, and my life was just beginning.

Mara — The Art of the Half-Truth The folder sat between them like a third person in the room. Mara had learned, in four years of becoming what Hayes had made of her, that the most effective lies were not the ones built entirely from fiction. Fiction had gaps — places where the architecture showed, where the light came through wrong and the person you were lying to felt the draft without knowing where it came from. The most effective lies were the ones built around a true thing, the way a house is built around a load-bearing wall. You constructed the fiction outward from something real, and the realness held everything up.

Not every relationship will be what it seems. There will be lies disguised as love, promises hiding betrayal, secrets that refuse to stay buried, and desires that come with a dangerous price. If you're ready to enter a world of broken promises, dangerous secrets, forbidden desires, and unexpected love... Welcome to A Marriage Built on Lies. --- PROLOGUE Jasmine had always believed she married the man she loved. Jared was supposed to be her forever—the man she would grow old with, build a family with, and spend the rest of her life beside.

I said as I walk to the sala and sat on the chair. I leaned on the chair, sipping my tea calmly. I heard footsteps near me I didn't bother to look who's walking near me. "Hands up," I heard Livv's voice, I smiled mentally as I raise both of my hands in the air. "Livv, good to see you here," I said as I stand up facing him, hands still in the air. "You lied," He said, angry and his eyes were red. "I didn't lie to you I just didn't tell you that's different," I said mocking him, looking at him intently. He pointed my the gun and chuckled.