Lie With Me Novel Novels & Stories

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 lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling again. “There is no ‘us,’ Aiden. That ended a long time ago.” “Not for me.” The words hit harder than they should have. I hate that they stirred something. A version of him who looked at me like I was his entire world. “I’m getting married,” I say, testing how it felt to say it to him. The line went silent for a second. “I know,” he replies quietly. Layla. Of course. “Then what exactly do you want?” I ask

“I would do it again. Every lie I told, every secret I kept—I’d bury them all if it meant keeping you with me. Keeping her safe.” Her eyes searched his, the anger there dulled by exhaustion, by love. “You’re just like me,” she whispered. “A liar.” His lips curved, wolfish. “Then we deserve each other.” He kissed her then, slow but fierce, and for a moment, the weight of the world fell away. At dawn, they stood together over Isabella’s crib. The baby slept soundly, her chest rising and falling beneath a blanket embroidered with roses and wolves. Valentina’s whisper was soft, but it carried in the stillness. “This world is nothing but liars.”

"Can I help you?" "Ari, don't be mad. Hear me out," he rushed out. "What happened with Iris was an accident. I've already thought it through on the way here—I'll send both of them abroad immediately. They'll never come back for the rest of their lives. You won't have to worry about anything else. This is my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you, and I shouldn't have gone behind your back with her… but I know how wrong I am now. There's really nothing between us. You're my one and only. Please don't misunderstand!" What a ridiculous excuse. What cheap love.

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.

Like he’s trying to learn who I became after he lost years of my life. I hate how much that affects me. “Should I take it away?” Felicia asks. I look at the food. At the cheesecake. At the flowers by the window. Then back at the note in my hand. “No,” I hear myself say quietly. Felicia smiles knowingly before leaving the office. Traitor. I stab a piece of pancake harder than necessary. And immediately hate the fact that it’s good. My office phone rings before I can spiral further. I answer quickly.

] [And since we're already broken up, you have no right to even say something like you're disappointed in me. I sent the message, then tapped open my contact and blocked the number. The screen went dark and I went back to scrubbing the sheets. The next morning, my phone woke me up by vibrating more than a dozen times. Still half asleep, I opened it and found a long string of messages from my roommates, with a link at the top. The headline read: [Shocking news! The truth about Central University's wealthy heiress and her maid! Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor?]

Thinking quickly, I gathered my thoughts and crafted a plausible lie to satisfy their curiosity. "We were childhood friends," I replied, adjusting my voice to sound natural, even though I knew it was far from the truth. It was a lie I had rehearsed, a story carefully crafted to protect our secret and maintain the image Felix desired. Venesa's exclamation of luck and Camelia's admiration for our seemingly serendipitous bond only added to the complexity of the charade. *******

I mentioned, staring at him. “That's really nice, so I've you ever lied to him?” That question hit my conscience deeply, knowing that I've been a lie in the pond. The moment I walked into this mansion I made my mind to go any length it takes to achieve my goal. I remained mute organizing my words. “I haven't ma'am, I highly respected our boundaries and dislikes even when we fell in love with each other. I was choking heavily from lying repeatedly, it became one of my favorite characters.

She tucks it around me like she used to when we were teenagers sneaking out to watch meteor showers. “You’re safe here,” she says. “No one’s getting to you." I nod, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. Faith sits beside me. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” I stare at the glass in my hands, watching the water ripple with my trembling fingers. “I lied,” I whisper. Faith’s brows pull together. “About what?” “The baby.” Her breath catches. “Jenna…” “I had to,” I say, voice cracking. “Lila was there. Vivienne walked in. Jaxon didn’t even look at me like—”