Live No Lies Novels & Stories

“You didn’t put your hands on me in the way you’re thinking. We had an argument. We disagreed. It happens in every relationship. I’m fine. Nothing happened last night.” For the first time since waking, he looked at me directly. Just for a second. Then his gaze dropped again. “Say it,” I pressed, desperate. “Say nothing happened last night.” I waited, hope flickering weakly in my chest. But as the seconds stretched, it became clear he wasn’t going to give me the lie I wanted. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but devastatingly final. “Something happened last night, Lizzie. I’m sorry… but I can’t lie to myself.”

Zoe calling. I answered with a groan. “Hey.” “Liv?? What the fuck did I just listen to? Are you okay? Where are you? I’m coming to get you right now… ” “I’m fine,” I lied. “You are not fine! You’re crying and smoking and talking about moving countries! What the hell happened? Was that the kiss cam? I saw clips starting to pop up but I thought it was edited or something… ” “It wasn’t edited.” My voice sounded flat even to me. “It was very real. Very tongue-forward.”

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

“The only difference is whether you stand there alone or with me.” I close my eyes. Breathe. The song is still playing out there. My voice, confessing things I never thought I’d put on tape. This would be the spoken version. No melody to soften it. Just truth. Ugly. Complicated. Ours. I turn back to him. “If we do this,” I say, “no one gets to cut it into neat sound bites. No half‑hour special with dramatic music and cliffhanger ads. We sit down for as long as it takes. We stream it. Live. Raw.”

"Not as long as she remains in this house.” "She can't be here forever, you know that." I didn't respond. Alexandre watched me carefully for a second before nodding slowly like he understood more than I wanted him to. "You'll be on live television tomorrow.” I turned to him without surprise. “Dad arranged it," he continued. “Damage control." A humorless smile touched my mouth. "Convince the world your relationship isn't fake,” he said. "Or at least convince them you didn't hire her.”

Then this time, my loud weeps filled up the room- crying like a hungry baby. I heard Miss Mia cursed and Tim's hands tapping my back gently. I am illed. I AM ILLED. I am Zoe Kathareen Edwards, and I am now living with lung cancer. I wiped my tears and I felt like I am running out of air. “Grandpa, I am begging you..” I spoke and hold his hand tighter. “ Don't tell Mom or Dad about this..” He took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. “If that's what you want.” he replied and his tears are now escaping.

His voice was low, furious, but it carried. “You did this,” he seethed, holding up one of the tabloids. “The lies, the photos, the fake emails—you planted it all.” Elise tilted her head, unbothered, her lips curling into a smile. “Prove it.” “Enough, Elise.” His voice thundered across the lobby, silencing the whispers. “You’re nothing to me. You’ve always been nothing. And if you ever come near Sienna again—”

If Lydia was hiding the truth, then Noah had been living a lie his entire life. Suddenly, a phone vibrated. Then another. Within seconds, the room was filled with the rhythmic chiming of dozens of devices. Guests looked down at their screens, their faces illuminated by the harsh blue light. Confused murmurs spread through the crowd. “How did this get online?” someone whispered. Another guest let out a sharp, horrified gasp. “It’s live. Everyone is seeing it.” Daniel pulled out his own phone, his face draining of color. He turned the screen toward Noah.

"She... She passed on late yesterday so..." "What the fuck!" interrupted Leon, he moved closer to Mareili and held her by the shoulder. "Why didn't you call me, why didn't you even send a text?" He asked all at once as Mareili tried maintaining her composure. She whispered painfully "I couldn't call you because..., because I knew there was nothing to be done, Mom was quickly going down the drain and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop anything, to stop the freaking disease or even stop her death" once again she sank in tears, she fell wearily on Leon's body as the latter hugged her tightly to himself, patting her hair.

The livestream had already begun. The video was live online, and the title said, "Cold-Blooded Cardiologist Dr. Stella Knight Publicly Bows Down and Agrees to Live Consultation". With Duran Group manipulating the traffic behind the scenes, coupled with the lingering heat and fury of yesterday's trending topics, countless people online were aware of the situation, and they were all angry and furious with me while suppressing their anger. It hadn't even been ten minutes since the video went live, and millions of people tuned in at once, leaving live comments that flooded the comments section like a blizzard.