Life After Lie Novels & Stories

I stared at him, waiting for him to speak. "Adeline, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice shaky. I nodded, reluctantly. "What do you want Xander?" I asked my voice cold. "I don’t know what’s happening," he said, running a hand through his hair. "One minute, everything was perfect. The next, I find out Sasha’s married. How could she lie to me like this?" “None of this is my business. Can I leave now?” I said, scoffing before turning to go.

I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say “Why not get rid of us after she died? Why not put us up for adoption?” Layla asks pushing forward, sharing our body as one. He laughs shaking his head “You still haven’t figured it out have you?” “Figured what out?” I ask confused, it was all So much information I was finding it hard to keep up. “She’s still alive, she left us. She isn’t dead. I told you that so you wouldn’t feel worse”

The truth had been laid bare, and now it was time to navigate the aftermath. In the days that followed, we found ourselves grappling with the consequences of our revelations. Emotions ran high as we sought to process the newfound knowledge and make sense of the tangled web of our intertwined lives. There were moments of anger, confusion, and even despair, but amidst it all, there was an underlying determination to seek resolution and forge a path forward.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

Alive. “I did it,” I whisper. Not to the room., but to him. I don’t know if that matters anymore. By evening, the sky turns soft and pink. We make dinner together, burn part of it, laugh anyway. Liam tells me a story about a job he had once that ended with him covered in mud and regretting every life choice he’d made up to that point. I laugh harder than the story deserves. It feels good. After dinner, I check my phone one last time. No new messages. No new threats.

She was still hurting. She was still dying. She was facing everything alone. And no amount of makeup or carefully constructed masks could change that. She started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, drove back to Dess's apartment with hands that had stopped shaking and tears that had been forced back into submission. His new life with Lisa continued at Aurelio's, in the restaurant that used to be theirs. And Jayda drove through Manhattan traffic, alone, dying, pretending she was fine. The lie was becoming easier with practice.

The driver saud as Liam and Lisa got down and walked in to the grave yard that was extremely silent They walked until the stopped in front of a very decorated grave Lisa bent as she dropped the banquet she bought on her way on the grave "Dad, I'm sorry for not coming for so long, but don't worry everything is ok now" "The company has entered a new height under my leadership, the chip in my brain has also been removed "So now as you've always wished, I now live like a normal person. I no longer see people's memory and I don't kill any more" Lisa paused as tears filled her eyes

We had built a connection based on trust, respect, and a shared vision of a life filled with love and happiness. THE END Epilogue In the years that followed, the lives of Aaron, Tonia, Alexander, and Scarlett continued to intertwine, creating a tapestry of love, growth, and shared experiences. Their paths had converged in unexpected ways, and the bonds they had formed remained steadfast and unyielding.

Don’t talk about guns or parks or violence. Talk about wedding plans. About Ivy being flower girl. About architecture projects. About normal things. About life after the nightmare. And slowly, minute by minute, hour by hour, I start to believe it. The nightmare is over. Life begins now. Real life. Free life. Mine.

He continues. "I don't play any more." I say. "But you were the most talented one…" "For personal reasons." I cut him off. “What do you do, Lyly?” He says. Here we go, before I was Laya then I become Lyly. How a quick change he made! “A lawyer.” “Interesting job, isn' it?.” Never taking his eyes off me. “Sorry.” Selly and Peter join us with another guy. “Good evening everybody.” The guy says.