Life After Lie Novels & Stories

She grabbed her gloves from the table beside the mirror. Then paused. “What happens after this?” she asked quietly without turning around. He was silent behind her for a moment. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’ve never planned that far.” Elara almost laughed at the honesty of it. Neither of them had ever truly believed in an after. Not while living inside violence. Not while every tomorrow depended on surviving the night before it. But now there was an after waiting beyond the horizon whether they were ready for it or not. And that terrified her more than revenge ever had.

EPILOGUE LIANΑ’S POV After everything thαt hαd hαppened‚ from the dαy Killiαn cαme bαck into my life‚ to the chαos of my fαther disowning me‚ to Cynthiα being thrown in prison‚ to the heαrtbreαk of losing Betty αnd tαking in her beαutiful dαughter Αnnα‚ αfter αll the pαin αnd heαling αnd growing‚ it wαs finαlly our wedding dαy.

Maybe we never would. Freedom tasted bittersweet. The circus packed up, reporters drifting to new scandals. We moved back to campus quietly, into a small apartment off the quad,normal life, or as close as we could get. Alex healed, his shoulder gaining strength with every physical therapy session. Nights were ours: slow dinners, tangled sheets, his body over mine in the dark, whispering futures we could finally build. But loose ends tugged. Adrian called a week after the conviction. “Coffee? One last time.”

Bryce laughed when he heard Lori's question. He laughed so hard he could hardly stand. Tears were streaming down his face from the laughter. Lori was bewildered. "Why are you laughing?" Bryce replied, "I'm laughing at how stupid you are, Lori. Don't you know that Chad Lowry is dead?" It felt like an explosion went off inside Lori's mind. She stiffened. She kept shaking her head and could not stop trembling. "That's not true. Chad has always been healthy. How could he be dead? You're lying…"

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

Can you leave a red rose on my grave after you finally decide that its time to forgive me and let me rest in peace in the afterlife? There are many other things mentioned in this diary. All the passwords, all the secrets, all the lies. I laid myself down bare in front of you. If it is possible for you, remember me as a good person in your heart. And I guess its time. Its time to say goodbye. So, Goodbye Sia. My journey has ended but I wish yours to be longer. So for the last time, Goodbye. Your friend, Lara ' Tears fell down from Sia's eyes on the stains of dried tears on the pages.

We both stood up and shook hands before excusing myself and took my leave from the board room. I received a smiling emoji sent by Lydia which actually made me smile too. Lydia is not just my best friend but my childhood friend. We grew up together in the same province, we attended the same basic school up to high school, we only got separated when my father wanted me to further my studies outside the country but that didn't stop us from communicating with each other, she knew all my ex girlfriends and I also knew her ex boyfriends. I returned back to Nigeria after the sudden death of my father and since I'm the only child, I took over his company and since then I have made tremendous growth

If I had answered her call, would she still be alive? Outside the car window, the night stretched on, endless and dark. I pulled over to the side of the road and dry-heaved uncontrollably. Tears blurred my vision. Pain crept up my ankles, and the late grief bent my spine. In this endless night, my soul was crushed again and again. Did keeping a promise to the dead even mean anything anymore? In my mind, I spoke to Cherry. "This world is unbearably cruel. I thought I could survive the darkness. But now that I've seen the light… I'm sorry, Cherry. I'm breaking my promise. Please forgive me when I see you there."

After all, it was not easy for her to lower her living standards after finally being able to live in the big villa that was the stuff of her dreams. However, she could only nod bitterly because it was a necessary move to save her life. The two of them hired some people to help them move in that one night and temporarily stayed in a ghetto community. The next morning, Cain picked up his cell phone and called the Slasher Gang's higher-ups after confirming that Mehdi and the others were all dead. For safety's sake, Diane and the others stayed at home the next day, with Lillie and the other girls breathing a sigh of relief after knowing that Severin would be back in just another day.

What happens when there's nothing left to fight? Lia stared at the message. She hadn't thought beyond winning. Beyond the custody battle and the divorce and Margaret's schemes. Hadn't let herself imagine what came after. *We figure out how to be happy,* she typed back. *We raise our daughter. We build a life that's ours.* *That sounds fucking perfect.* *It does, doesn't it?* *Get some sleep. Tomorrow we end this.* *Tomorrow we end this.* But sleep wouldn't come. Lia lay awake until dawn, watching the sky lighten through the window, counting down the hours.