Live No Lies Novels & Stories

Thus, they all saw her claims as exaggerated. When she saw these comments, Eliza started anxiously arguing, "I'm not lying! This shopping mall really is mine! It was a gift from my boyfriend!" I turned around and saw Leo staring at his phone with a darkened expression. Soon, I saw his account enter Eliza's livestream. "I can confirm that this shopping mall is indeed under her name." In an instant, a barrage of comments flooded the screen. "Oh my God, it's Alpha Leo!" "It must be true if he's vouching for it."

" Reynold fell silent instantly, sliding down the wall until he sat helplessly on the floor. Brian crouched beside him and patted his shoulder. He said, "I've known you both for years, and I've witnessed everything Adrianna has done for you. Five years ago, when your company's funding dried up and debt collectors came after you, she stepped in front of them. Without her, they would have torn you apart. He continued, "Later, she went around securing sponsorships, drinking and entertaining business executives until she had ulcers—and she never told you about it. "But what about you? Look at what you've done—which of your actions has shown any appreciation for her sacrifices? Think about this t

“Then we give you a stage big enough the world can’t look away.” The meeting stretched for hours. They debated platforms, tone, timing. Some argued for exclusivity, sit-down interviews with legacy outlets. Adrian shut it down immediately. “No middlemen. No filters. Luna speaks direct to her audience or not at all.” By the end, the plan was clear. A live broadcast. Not polished, not scripted. Real. Vulnerable. Unshakable. When the teams finally dispersed, the penthouse returned to silence. Only Luna and Adrian remained, standing in the wreckage of coffee cups and scattered notes.

He looked directly into the camera, his expression one of pained sincerity. I turned up the volume with a trembling hand. “...have kept this private for too long,” Daniel was saying, his voice smooth and full of false regret. “For the sake of my family, for my son, Leo. But the lies must end today. My marriage to Maya has been over for some time. She has found comfort elsewhere.” He paused, letting the words sink in for the unseen millions. I looked at Liam below, now pacing, unaware that his life was being dismantled on live television.

And here they were again, paying the price. Livi only stares at the man, practically staring a hole through the back of the man’s head with how hard she focused on him, on trying to figure him out, read him - see through him, even. See past his words that were so obviously fake, nothing more than some sweet little lie he used to spare her feelings, if not to avoid telling the truth and having to talk - really talk. Talk about their marriage, their families, their friends - how every aspect of their lives had some sort of issue impacting their future, ruining it. And no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t fix it - any of it. She always figured it was only a matter of time before it all

"I listen to it sometimes." "Thank you, Matt," Livvie let out with a smile. Then she blew him a kiss. "I can't love you less." Evelyn turned her murderous look towards him. "Don't encourage her!" Matt shrugged and made a zipper sign across his lips. As Livvie went back to dancing to the music video on TV, a piece of breaking news interrupted the show. ‘Jason Lyndon is rumored to be in a relationship with a minor’.

She forgot that live streams leave records, and so do lies. New York is not kind to lies. It simply lets them climb high enough that the fall makes a sound. Tomorrow morning. Release it after she speaks again.

I looked directly into the lens, my eyes wide, clear, and shining with a perfectly manufactured vulnerability. "I'm making this video because the lies have gone too far," I said into the camera, my voice steady, carrying a beautifully scripted sorrow. "The internet has turned our lives into a circus based on timelines that are completely false. My name is Emma Blackwood and I am twenty-one years old, meaning I’m a consenting adult. Jordan and I are together. In fact, we are getting married." I reached out, boldly taking his cold, stiff hand and squeezing it tightly on screen.

The angle of both photos showed the tattoo on my hip, and the birthmark on my shoulder. No, he wasn't bluffing. He had solid proof. Twenty-three thousand people watched as I froze live. I forced a smile and faked a sensual stretch, then typed a shaky reply. ~Me: What do you want? ~ acock4u: The studio. Back door in ten minutes or this goes viral. I quickly typed a live message to send out to all twenty-three thousand viewers. ~ Me: There are some technical issues that will need to be resolved. With that, I ended the stream and plopped into the chair I was sitting on during the stream. I just sat in the dim light, heart hammering as I thought about how my career, my reputation, and everything

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."