Novel & Cerita Lies Of Heart

Lily’s heart pounded violently against her ribs, the sound so loud she was certain Levi could hear it in the quiet office. She forced herself to look straight into his dark gray eyes, refusing to lower her head. If she flinched now, the fragile web of lies she was spinning to save her father’s legacy would completely unravel.

It was just that such a man like Liam couldn't handle a woman. Liam took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and he tried to soften his voice. "Then what do you have here?" Michael tried his best to raise a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, "Here are all the medicines to cure your trauma, but there is no heart medicine to cure your heart." Liam narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "Heart medicine? Heh! I never needed that." There was another hint of disdain in his tone.

she murmured, leaning her forehead against the crisp linen of his shirt, hiding her face from his analytical gaze so he couldn't trace the deceit in her eyes. Beneath the soft fabric, she could hear the heavy, steady thud of his heart. It sounded completely steady, completely unbothered by the complex web of lies he was weaving around her mother's murder. It was the heartbeat of a man who believed he was completely in control of the narrative, entirely unaware that the analyst in his arms had already solved the true equation.

"How can you be so-" "Before you can give me a long lecture about how careless I am. You should know that I'm suffering from a serious heartbreak caused by you and it made me not concentrate in everything so I took a wrong step when I was going down the stairs causing me to fall down. So.. I'm not careless, it's just I can't handle the heartbreak." I gave him a lot speech. "So you're blaming it on me?" Noah pointed at himself and the two nurses beside me chuckling secretly.

Chapter Eighty Seven : Broken Heart Lily's POV When the second Simeon walked out that door, I felt like I had lost a part of my soul. I stood there, frozen, my body trembling with the weight of what I had just done. My breathing was in short, pained gasps, and my chest ached as if someone had stabbed me through the heart. I had let him go. I had told him that I was not interested. I had put my past, my family, ahead of the love of my life. And yet… why did it feel like I had destroyed myself in the process?

He added, "Maybe you should ask yourself why, as her husband, she didn't want you to know about this in the first place!" Reynold clutched the report, his mind reeling. The report revealed not just the pregnancy but numerous health issues—stomach ulcers, anemia, hypoglycemia, low blood pressure—each condition a testament to what I had sacrificed for his career. Droplets dampened the paper, and only then did Reynold realize tears of regret were streaming down his face. In another hospital room down the hall, Monica kept calling Reynold repeatedly. For the first time, he did not answer a single call.

It was confirmed that his mother did not need a heart transplant. Claiming that his mother needed a heart was a complete lie! However, Lily believed everything Jared said. If not, Maryam would not have ended up dead! Then, where was the heart that Lily took? I really suspected that Jared had taken the heart to the black market. Lily slapped me. “Hunter, stop accusing him! Why would Jared do such a thing? There was only one available heart. We’re saving a life, regardless of whose life it was! How can you accuse him of this? You’re vicious! Apologize to him!”

That was his debt to them, not mine. "If I hit Sarah today, would you fake a report for me?" I scoffed. "Talking about debts. You owe me plenty too. Would you do the same to repay me?" His face twisted, and he roared, "That's not the same. I know you're worried about Margaret, but don't use it to throw a tantrum and talk about divorce. Sarah's got night blindness. She didn't mean it. Margaret's condition is temporary. She could wake up. But if Sarah got pinned, her life would be over."

“Same depth, same angle, same contrast. He’s… worse.” “Don’t editorialize,” Lyra said absently. “You’re not paid to panic.” The tech made a noncommittal noise and retreated, leaving her alone with the images. She tapped the screen, cycling through views. Angled slices of his heart appeared—short axis, long axis, four-chamber, two-chamber. No matter how she looked at it, the story was the same: progressive conduction system damage. His heart was a traitor. Slow, insidious.

My hand moved to my chest, pressing lightly against the steady beat of my heart. I had lied too easily. And somehow that scared me more than anything else.