Lie To Me Book Jt Ellison นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But Michael really was handsome, with a really gentle personality. It’s normal for a girl to be attracted to him. Unlike Harry—cold and stern, always keeping people a thousand miles away. No matter how handsome he is, it doesn’t help.” Their wild commentary about me surged like waves, one after another. And the Lena I had secretly loved for years didn’t stop them, didn’t refute them—she even agreed occasionally. I stood outside the door, my heart sinking deep into an endless abyss—empty, heavy, and suffocating. For a moment, I wanted to open the door and demand answers from Lena. Ask her why she lied to me. Ask her whether she ever felt even a moment of guilt or softness watching me get bea

she asked, closing the book and giving me her full attention. I twisted my hands in my lap, my heart pounding. For days, I had carried the memory of him inside me like a secret flame, hidden and burning. I had lied to my mother, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not with Mira. “There’s… someone,” I said slowly. Mira Her eyebrows shot up instantly. “Someone?” She grinned, leaning closer. “Don’t tell me you’ve been keeping a boy from me, Elara. You know I won’t forgive you if you have.”

I lied, like I did anytime she brought up the topic, rolling on my side to look at her. She scoffed. "You are dodging him like he's the plague. You can even stay in a room where he is alone." "Look, Nye, I am not angry at Elias for what he did to Lucy," I confessed, tilting my mouth to the side briefly. "I was just hurt he didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth sooner." "So tell him that," she said, turning the next page of her novel. "I will," I sighed. "And by the way, that novel is turning on; maybe you should put it down." I teased, biting off a smile when she glared at me.

“I’m only asking you to listen.” I turned abruptly, wincing as the motion pulled at the healing incision in my stomach. Pain flared sharply, but I ignored it. Elianna stood just inside the door, holding a glass of orange juice she probably knew I wouldn’t drink. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying before she came in. “You’re not in a position to ask anything from me,” I said. “You fucking lied to me, Elianna. The whole damn time. And Javier? You two? I can understand not wanting anyone to know, but me? Didn’t I deserve to know?”

"You do not have to pretend with me. I am not here to judge you. I am here to listen." I looked at him. The words were on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to tell him everything. About Bonnie and about the guilt that was eating me alive. But I could not. I just could not bring myself to say the words. "I know," I said. "And I appreciate it." The coffee was warm in my hands and the steam curled up toward the ceiling. "Are you happy?" Elias asked. "Happy?" "With Clarissa, the wedding, with the life you are building."

Let the moment wash over me like warm water. This was it. This was everything I'd worked for, dreamed of, convinced myself I deserved. Aiden Cross, tech mogul, philanthropist, the man whose face graced Forbes covers and charity galas. And he'd chosen me. Plain Elara Sinclair from a two bedroom apartment in Queens, whose biggest accomplishment before meeting him was managing a non profit that barely kept its lights on. The crowd shifted. I felt him before I saw him. Aiden cut through the room like a knife through butter, his Tom Ford tux fitting him the way only custom tailoring could. Dark hair swept back. Jaw sharp enough to draw blood. When his eyes found mine, something in my chest unlock

Finally, a real relationship, Jeff has never had a real relationship before, he’s basically a sleep-around type of guy, I know it’s weird for a gay but that’s what he does. "Tara" He walked towards me "You asshole! What was that all about, you could have made me lose my job." Okay, that last part is a shitty lie, I can never lose this job even if I do, I know in a day or two I will get employed in a better company. He rolled his eyes "Come on, I only spent a few minutes in there and the lights were turned off so basically no one saw anything." He explained "Tell that to your shirtless friend, now everyone knows someone hooked up with him." I walked towards the cabin door and entered

Lila collapsed onto the pavement, dress crumpling beneath her. She looked like a woman freshly broken—tears streaking her cheeks, sobs echoing down the courthouse steps. “You played the innocent girl,” I said coolly, “but you weren’t. You lied. You blamed me for what you did. And now? You’re just mad the truth won’t stay buried.” Elliot pulled Lila into his arms, casting me a look full of disgust—disappointment, too, like I’d somehow betrayed him.

He was already seated at a table, sipping a glass of water and just as our eyes met, he stood up and watched as we approached, a nervous smile on his face. "Lila Adams, thank you for meeting me," he said, extending his hand. I shook it firmly to signify that I didn't take nonsense, my eyes locked on his. "Kenneth Jones. Let's get down to business." We sat down, and Jessica pulled out her notebook and pen, ready to take notes. Kenneth leaned in, his voice low and urgent. "Elliot Levin is a monster. He's destroying talents from the inside out. He's corrupt, manipulative, and ruthless. And I have proof."

“Is this about Thea? You actually hurt over this?” I met his eyes, gave him nothing. “I don’t get hurt.” He blinked, then laughed again, assuming I was joking. “Classic. Ice in your veins, man. That’s why we’ve survived this long.” He raised his coffee cup in a mock toast. “To never letting them see us sweat.” I clinked my mug against his, but my mind was elsewhere. Ellis kept talking… something about a party in Miami he wanted me to hit with him, some model who’d been blowing up his phone but I only half-listened. My silence didn’t bother him; he was used to it. He filled the air for both of us.