Lie To Me Molly Mcadams Novels & Stories

“The rest of us weren't even there! I missed out so much!” “Same.” Leah Kingston said. “I can’t believe I had to learn of this news through social media. You guys are cruel!” “Shut up, ass. I mean, I want to know who confessed!” Payton leaned forward, closer to us, eyebrows ticking. Clara was leaning on my shoulder, laughing. I realised she likes to do that. “Of course, I was the one.” She said, poking my cheeks. “Couldn’t let this shy boy do it!”

I sighed a little as I reached down to fully tug her atop my body while laying on the large couch in the living room. Molly grinned up at me, reaching up to cup my cheeks in her hands, as I began to speak. “I’m being honest, okay? I do want this as well, I’m doing this for me as well.” I responded, knowing damn well that I meant every word. That seemed to satisfy Molly before she nodded her head slowly. “I love you.” She breathed out, eyes twinkling with her honesty, and then she dropped a soft kiss over my lips. I chuckled beneath her and chased after her lips when she pulled away, which made her roll her eyes fondly while chuckling.

I admitted. “Girls! We’re sitting here telling her all of this, and she’s got no frame of reference to go with it? Tsk, tsk.” Naomi chided. “Hang on.” Molly said as she got up, and headed to her bedroom. “Molly, I don’t want to see a picture of Jax’s dick!” I called out after her. “Don’t worry Chastity. I’m not stupid. That’s what the internet is for.” Molly said, phone in hand.

Mr Vidonia assured her softly. “Dad... to be sincere, I lied earlier. The truth is, I really love Henry. I wish to be with him. At first, I heard rumors that he despised women. I even thought he might be gay—that’s why I acted as a maid, to confirm it. But now I see he isn’t and if I give it everything, I’ll win his love,” Molly confessed, clutching her father’s hand. Mr Vidonia stayed silent for a long moment, his brows furrowed.

Chapter One They say the most dangerous lies are the ones you tell yourself. I used to think that was poetic nonsense. Now, I know it’s how women like me survive. My name is Celeste Monroe, and until six months ago, I believed I was living every woman’s dream. Lavish home, beautiful smile, doting husband. The kind of life people envy on social media, the kind of life women whisper about at brunch. But behind those high-gloss I*******m photos and polite dinner parties was the truth: I was bleeding out slowly in silence.

"Like I owed you every breath. Lila's been the one actually in the trenches—actually helping build something without turning it into a debt I carry forever." Behind him, Lila said nothing. She didn't need to. She had already done the work. Mia looked at her. Really looked. At the woman who had called her two weeks ago just to say I love you, I'm so proud of who you've become. At the woman who had been sitting across from her husband in late-night "work sessions," feeding his self-doubt one careful word at a time. At the woman who had taken Mia's laptop password, her bank screenshots, her medical records, and built a whole beautiful lie out of the materials of her life.

The indestructible ruby bone ring shattered into red dust right between my fingers. The red dust settled on his pale face, a final testament to his shattered ambition. The guests gasped. The absolute, undeniable dominance of a pureblood noble terrified them into silence. Just then, a shrill cry broke the quiet. It was Gene. Seeing all was lost, she scrambled to Silas. "Silas! I was wrong! He forced me! You're the one I've always loved!" She scrambled to Silas, clinging to his leg like a dog begging for scraps.

The first video dropped at 9:00 a.m. It was simple. Unedited. Just a girl—Mia Holloway—sitting in her sunlit kitchen, voice trembling but determined. “My name is Mia. I used to go to Saint Halcyon. Cassidy Monroe made my life hell. She spread rumors that I slept with a teacher, forged messages, even sent screenshots to my parents. I almost didn’t survive it.” “No one believed me. Not the principal. Not my friends. But now… I believe Elara. And I want the world to know the truth.”

He stared blankly at the empty air, his gaze seeming to pierce through the boundary between life and death, locking firmly onto me. For a fleeting moment, I thought he could actually see me. But he stood dazed for only a second before he murmured, "Judy… are you watching? Do you hate me? Do you hate me for lying to you, for not showing up to protect you when you were most afraid? "Wait for me. I'll come find you. I promise." … Later, the truth about Maddox and Callista burying me alive came out and caused a massive uproar. It was also uncovered that my mother's death was connected to the Harlows.