Lie With Me A Novel Novels & Stories

Jesse muttered, “Or straight-up fiction.” Lia crossed her arms. “If you write a single word about me swooning over you, I’m burning your manuscript.” I gasped. “Lia, please. I have integrity.” Colby snorted. “Since when?” “Since now.” I grinned. “I’ll be honest in my storytelling. For example, I’ll make sure to include how Lia almost fell off a cliff that one time.” “That wasn’t my fault!” Lia shot back. “The ground collapsed!”

I began carefully forcing my voice to stop shaking, "I know you're probably mad about what happened earlier but I guess you've taken your anger out already.” His eyes darkened, “At least now you have a chance to clear your name,” I continued, “I don't, and that's okay. Perfectly fine by me." Was it? I swallowed. “That's the consequences of my lie anyway,” I said but he said nothing. He walked behind his desk, opened a drawer and brought out a pack of cigarette. The sound of foil tearing echoed loudly in the quiet room and he lit one slowly. Smoke curled around him, blurring his features. “I have to go,” I said finally.

Now, he had personally given it to another woman. I felt as if all strength had been drained from my body. I could barely stand. This place, once filled with love, had become a testament to my heartbreak. "So how long do you plan to keep hogging the Luna title? Can't you see how much Carlen favors me and the pup?" Lily's words were filled with malice. Hogging? Only when one occupied something that didn't belong to them was called hogging. Perhaps in others' eyes, I truly didn't deserve the Luna position anymore.

he snarled and yelled at me. I flinch at this voice, and my chin trembles as I bite my lips, clasping my hand that Zach ignored. I lift my head and look at him, my eyes heating up. My head hurt, which made what I feel right now even worse. He avoided my hand as if he was disgusted by it. It makes my chest tighten, and I almost choke. "I'm not lying." I still stand by what I'm saying, even though I am lying. This is the worst feeling. When I just want to tell him the truth, but I don't want him to hate me and ask me more questions.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Chapter 4 – Living the Lie The weeks after that first night blurred into a dangerous new rhythm. I told myself I could manage it. Keep the two worlds separate. Be the reliable fiancé during the day and the man who came alive at night with Lena. But lies have a way of growing teeth. Sophia started noticing small changes almost immediately. “You’ve been coming home later than usual,” she said one evening while we ate takeout on the couch. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as she studied me. “Everything okay with the project?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing, really.” “Nothing?” another woman chimed in. “A man doesn’t send flowers like that for nothing, dear.” The women shared a round of laughter, leaving Lia feeling flustered. Mei’s disapproving gaze didn’t help matters. As they moved on to the next shop, Lia tried to shake off the lingering embarrassment. She told herself that the villagers were just being playful, that they didn’t mean any harm. But deep down, Mei’s warnings echoed in her mind. By the time they returned home, another package awaited her—a leather-bound notebook with her initials embossed on the cover. Lia hesitated before opening it, knowing full well it was from Vincent. Inside, a handwritten note read

“You’ve been lying to me, Stefan. Adrian was the first person to actually admit it out loud. Do you know how humiliating that is?” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I haven’t lied to you, Shania. I’ve omitted things, yes. But I’ve never lied.” “Oh, so that makes it okay?” I shot back. “You’ve been manipulating my life from the beginning, haven’t you? Why? Why me, Stefan?” He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Because you were the one,” he said softly. I laughed bitterly. “The one what? The one with a name that starts with ‘S’? That’s it, isn’t it? I’m just a pawn in whatever twisted plan you’ve been cooking up.”

I replied with a shrug. "Let's just say that I'm curious because I'm bored and also because anybody could be interested in hearing how two lovers met and since I don't have anything else that I'm doing with my time, I just want to listen to a story about how you met him. So, will you tell me or are you going to ask me to mind my business?" I asked. I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth.

A lie solidified into print. The magazines slipped from my numb fingers, fluttering to the cold floor. The images of Vivienne and me, kissing, happy, lying to the world, stared up at me. And through the glass, Adrian lay still, a constant, painful reminder of the true cost of my lie. My everything. Gone. Almost already gone.