Lie To Me Book Jt Ellison Novels & Stories

It took a few seconds for me to remember that we weren’t exactly alone, and that I wasn’t having auditory hallucinations. “Damn! I forgot they were listening,” Jason muttered. “You’ve got company coming,” the voice continued, barely controlled excitement vibrating through the static. My heart rate jacked into overdrive and every part of my body felt like it had been hit with an electric charge. “Showtime,” I said on an exhale. This was it! I was ready for Elroy. He had murdered my father and killed any chance I had to really get to know the man I had shut out of my life for sixteen years. I was going to look him in the eye and I was going to take him down.

He didn’t speak, didn’t try to touch me, but his presence filled every corner like he had a right to it. He didn’t. Not anymore. The interior was minimal. Sparse furniture, neutral walls, no family photos. A life nobody lived—perfect for two people who were both pretending to exist. I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to him. “You said you’d tell me everything once we were safe.” He nodded slowly. “I will.” “Start with your name.” His jaw flexed. Then, with a voice quieter than I’d ever heard it, he said, “My name is Elias.”

Little did I know that he had given all his burning love to Elsa, and what was left for me was just cold indifference. The next day, I woke up before dawn and noticed the screen of Xavier's phone glowing. He was turned away from me, chatting with someone saved in his contacts as "El". "Xavier, I'm coming back. I had only left five years ago because your parents told me you had decided to marry Halyna Joffrin."

Elias hurried to help her when he saw that she was awake. She forcefully pushed him away. Elias’ hands remained suspended in mid-air. Then, he awkwardly put them down. Jeanette icily stared at him. In just less than a split second, the one person she had wholly trusted, the only person she remembered, turned out to be the biggest liar in the world. Now, the liar was the very picture of concern, trying to gain her trust back. Jeanette chuckled softly. Her smile looked a little wretched. “Elias, there’s something I’ve never told you.”

No one had ever stood up for me like this before, and Elliot didn’t realize just how deeply his fierce protection stirred my gratitude—and something far more profound. I put my hand on his chest to calm him down. “Let me handle this,” I murmured softly to him, and he nodded his head in understanding. “So, you’re not going to admit the truth?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Lila, you’re trusting the wrong people,” he spat, desperation bleeding into his tone. “Yeah, I’m hearing that a lot lately from the people I once trusted,” I sneered, making his eyes widen as he looked at me in disbelief.

Elliott’s POV He caught me. I knew he would. I didn’t even have time to shut the door before he walked in. One second I was frozen in front of that painting, and the next, Damien stepped inside like he already knew someone was snooping around. His eyes met mine—not angry, but unreadable. There was something deep in them. Something heavy. Something like a secret held too long. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I couldn’t breathe.

I whispered as I looked over his badly hurt face. “I’ve been better.” We both let out a dry laugh, the sound echoing too loudly in the vast, empty room. The building was otherwise quiet, but that quiet made you think that someone was always watching. Listening. “How long?" I asked. “Days. I lost track," Eliot said. “They gave me drugs a few times. Hurt me. Made me sign things. Lies.” "What kind of lies?" “That I was paid to spy. That I was feeding information to your enemies. That I approached you on purpose.”

This wasn't the writing of someone documenting facts for whoever might one day need them. This was the writing of someone running out of time. Elara read the first line aloud, her voice unsteady before she'd even finished the sentence. "If you're reading this, then I have already failed in every way I prayed I wouldn't." Aurora's breath caught. Nobody spoke as Elara kept reading, the words unfolding slowly in the moonlight, Isabella's voice rising off the page for the first time in twenty-six years. "You'll have questions about Jonathan by now," Isabella had written. "About why he trusted the two of you the way he did. I owe you the truth, even if it costs me whatever image you still have of

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?

One day, CEO Cecilia Bennett brings her "one true love", Elliot Lawson, home. I'm in the kitchen, spatula in hand, wondering if I need to make a few extra dishes for her guest. But before I can ask, Elliot points at me, looking utterly betrayed. "I knew it! Everything those romance novels said was true! The second I left the country, you found yourself a replacement and brought him home!" What? A replacement? That's news to me. No one has ever told me I was supposed to be one.