Lie With Me A Novel Novels & Stories

He grew complacent, dodging work with excuses, content to let me carry the load. As the business expanded, it needed more capital. I poured in all my savings and borrowed from friends and family to keep it thriving. I never complained, believing we'd build a good life together. At our wedding, Dale had vowed, "I'll make it big one day and earn enough to take care of you. I'll stick by you till we're old and gray." But long before we aged, his promises shattered. He always assumed I was the one who couldn't conceive. In truth, I'd lied to protect his pride.

Inside, the truth spilled, messy, ugly, and painfully clear. I let him finish, watching for any sign of a lie. His face told me he’d been both lied to and used. It didn’t make him innocent, but it painted the shape of Lia’s plan...cold, manipulative, and far more dangerous than just jealousy.

I ran my hand along the wall, the dresser, the bedpost, just to make sure it was all real. When everyone went to bed, Emily stayed behind with me in the living room. We sat in silence for a while, just listening to the ticking clock. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re stronger than you think.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of being broken.” She looked at me, her eyes warm. “Either way, you made it.” Deep down, something still lingered. A faint unease I couldn’t name, it felt like I was living a lie and I'd still go back to that hole. The deep scar in my chest throbbed, I held my chest tightly.

Amira and Nathan again, entangled in a bed that wasn’t theirs, half-naked and smiling as if they belonged together. He scrolled, refusing to believe what he was seeing. Until emails popped up, screenshots of exchanges between her account and Nathan’s. Nathan: ‘We’ll get him where it hurts.’ Amira: ‘He’ll never see it coming.’ Nathan: ‘Just keep stringing him along, and soon DE VITALIO INDUSTRIES is ours.’ And then the one that broke him: Amira: ‘Tonight, I’ll tell him how much I love him and want us to be together forever but the arrogant fool will never know it’s a lie.’

Wonderful. Exactly the conversation I didn't want. Sophia crossed her arms. "What's going on?" I hesitated. Part of me wanted to tell her everything. The calls, the threats, Albert, and the investigation. All of it. But if I did— She'd panic. Mom would panic. Dad would definitely panic. And right now, nobody needed that. So I lied again. "I'm just stressed." Sophia studied me for several seconds. Long enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, she sighed. "Fine."

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

which I knew was a lie but didn’t feel like arguing. Inside, he dropped into the seat across from me and immediately spotted my notebook. “Is that the new chapter?” he asked. My heart slammed. “No.” “Liar.” I pulled the notebook toward my chest. “You can’t read it.” “Why not?” he smirked. “Because it’s not about you.” His brows lifted sharply. “Oh?” I swallowed. I should’ve lied. I should’ve brushed it off. But my stupid mouth kept talking. “It’s… personal.”

My voice came out colder than I intended. I peeped from underneath my lashes and saw that his face had deepened to a scowl. “Firstly I’m not getting married to Lia.” I said nothing, but he continued nonetheless. “I don’t give a shit about her, and even if by customs and traditions she’s the right fit I’ll never be with her. So customs be damned.” Is it possible to have melted hearts? Cause why does my heart keep jumping? “What you saw that day was orchestrated by Lia. She had a maid drug my dinner, then she snuck into my room, took my clothes off, and hers. And got underneath the bed.”

“Don’t lie to me.” The temperature in the room seemed to spike. Lia could feel it—his Alpha energy pressing against her, demanding submission, demanding truth. But she refused to bow. Not now. Not when everything was on the line. “They’re mine,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “That’s all you need to know.” A dangerous silence followed. Then.. “Yours?” Liam let out a short, disbelieving laugh. It held no humor. “You expect me to believe that?”