Lie With Me A Novel Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath. “Don’t,” he snapped, rising. “Don’t twist it. Where were you, Lovia?” My pulse thrummed. His voice carried that edge he only used when he thought I was putting myself in danger—and he was right. But admitting it would mean losing leverage. I took my time, pouring a glass of water, feeling his eyes track every movement like a hawk. “I had a meeting.” I replied. “A meeting?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “You vanish without a word. You come back smelling like strangers’ cigars and perfume, dressed like—like some goddamn politician’s widow again. And you expect me to believe it was just a meeting?”

The penthouse felt different when Lia stepped inside. Same sleek marble floors, same floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, same expensive artwork on the walls. But everything had shifted, tilted sideways, because she was different now. She carried a secret that changed the shape of the world. Caspian looked up from his laptop at the kitchen island, dark eyes finding hers immediately. "There you are. How was lunch with Sophie?" The lie came easier than it should have. "Good. She's thinking about grad school."

Listening to their increasingly dangerous ideas, I hurried to speak up. "Don't be reckless. We'll be fine. They're going to pay for what they've done." The three of them looked at me in confusion. "What do you mean? You're being vague again." At this point, there was no reason to hide it anymore, so I told them directly. "I really am the heiress who was switched from the billionaire family." Then I pointed at the three of them. "But I'm not their biological daughter." They were completely thrown off, staring blankly for a long time.

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

Maybe but he literally trips over his own feet, it's hard to see him having the guts to actually cross me, well…unless it was a façade? Shit! It's bad enough that I don’t get the newspapers and that the rats in my estate are currently active, but I now have to handle journalists? “Come on; I know you Vivanna. How much of the information is correct, truly?” I turned to Liza, and she smiled warmly. She did not look as though she would dismiss the issue until I confessed my version of things. -…troublesome…- “I had sex with the victor, but they were not fighting over me, hell it was hardly a fight.”

I did my best to hide my guilt as I lied to him. Diverting my gaze, I took another bite of my pastry and hoped he didn’t recognize me. Even with my appearance change, I shouldn’t put it past him to recognize me from my facial structure. I looked to Eclipse and Silica for help but noticed they had moved to a different table to help themselves with the array of snacks. “I just feel as if there is something familiar about you.” Zydan spoke. I suppose now could be the time I tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled as I turned toward him. Placing the partially eaten pastry on the table, I opened my mouth to tell him I was Lia.

Who let her in? Exhaling deeply, I lie down next to her slowly so I won't wake her up. I don't remember sleeping with her. I try to think back to Ken's party a few days ago. Maybe I was drunk. Maybe she wants more? Whatever. I'll deal with it in the morning. After a while of thinking, I doze off to sleep. • • • • Liiza's POV My eyes flicker open as the morning light floods in the windows. I could get used to this. Rolling over, a warmth radiates from beside me. Almost like a living thing-

But that was all I needed. So I lied. I needed to see her flinch. I needed something — even if it was built on fiction. “Clinton’s in a coma,” I said, letting the lie drip like poison. “He may never wake up.” Louisa blinked. Then blinked again. Just for a moment, the mask cracked. Her lips parted, her breath hitched — it was small, subtle, but I caught it. She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected to win. Good.

"I have been lying to myself for a long time, Lily. I am very good at it." He walked out of the library, leaving her in the dying light of the fire. Lily remained in the room, the silence pressing in on her from all sides. She looked at the chair where he had sat, the half-empty glass on the table, and the books that held no answers. She realized then that the gentle lie was the only thing holding them together, and it was a bridge that was rapidly turning to ash.

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.