Liars Series Novels & Stories

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."

It was like I'd been cursed too—I was ready to protect the sisters at all costs. I lunged forward with the bottle. "Stop!" A commanding voice rang out! Colin froze, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear. Then, he stammered, "Y-you're not dead?" I turned around, just as shocked. Rachel, completely unharmed, was standing in the doorway! Behind her were Tracy and several police officers. "Colin Booth, we suspect you're involved in a case of bribery, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us."

I told the lawyer everything that happened, which led to her sighing in resignation. “Letters of forgiveness issued by the victim’s family are legally binding. It has also been five years since the case, so it’s practically impossible to hold Verde Sala accountable in the eyes of the law. “But have you thought things through about the divorce?” “Yeah. Since he loves Verde so much, I’ll help them get their wish of being together,” I answered without hesitation. “What about Cain?” I fell silent for a moment. I had nearly died giving birth to Cain, and he was my only family left.

“Leah–” I took a step back, avoiding Paxton’s touch, my expression cold. “You didn’t believe Leah was dead, did you? Well, let me tell you, Leah is dead.” She was dead in that cold, cruel sea—on that night when the full moon hung high in the sky. “I’m not going back with you. Why should I? After all you’ve done to hurt me, you think you can act like victims?” I would never forgive the past, and it wouldn’t dictate my future.

He had not come for conversation. “Would you like to introduce yourself?” Dr. Chen asked. Elijah let his gaze travel around the circle. A woman in a floral dress clutched a tissue. A man in a worn jacket stared at the floor. Another woman twisted her wedding ring until her fingers turned red. He answered in a calm, even tone. “Elijah Black, thirty-two. Chief executive officer of Lunaris Industries.” Someone coughed. Dr. Chen waited a moment. “Would you like to share who you are grieving?”

The management staff and security guards exchanged confused looks. Finally, one guard asked, “Aren’t you the wife of the guy who lives in Building Four? Do you know this thief?” Bailey stammered, unable to explain anything properly, only repeating that he wasn’t a thief. I let out a cold laugh. “He’s a thief all right—a thief who steals other people’s wife. He’s way worse than a burglar.” The crowd erupted into even more gossip, and the whole scene descended into chaos.

I asked. I couldn’t stop my mind from imagining worst-case scenarios. Ersilia returned and managed to break Liar free from her cell. Liar escaped on her own. Someone within Madonie helped her escape. Liar killed herself to avoid interrogation. Domitilla, Anastasia, or Vittore died at the hospital or went missing. There were so many possibilities, and I didn’t like any of them. I wasn’t against the one where Liar died, but I didn’t want her to take the easy way out. She must answer for her crimes. “There has been a change in plans for the interrogation,” Darren stated.

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."

“Enough. You dare tell me these lies right now, when my wife is fighting for her life in that room? You think I can’t see through it? After everything this family is facing?” He stood up slowly, stepping closer. His presence filled the space, tall and commanding even in tiredness. “You really think I’m a fool, Lia? That I’d swallow this without question? Tell me the real reason you’re so desperate to paint Serena as the villain here.” Lia trembled, backing up a step. Her hands shook as she clutched her bag. “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Laurent. I was just worried. I didn’t mean—”

Chloe had provoked a dying woman until her heart gave out. And Julian? He had stood on the wrong side. He had stood against the woman he claimed to love, ruthlessly shoving her away. He hadn't even glanced at the jagged wound on Elara's back before walking out with her tormentor. The last of his strength evaporated. Julian collapsed onto the floor, his hand shaking so violently he could barely hold his phone. "I’m sorry, Elara... I was wrong. It’s all my fault." "Please... just pick up the phone."