Live No Lies Novels & Stories

“I’m just telling the truth.” I wanted to slap him. Or maybe I wanted to scream. I couldn’t decide which. “You don’t know anything about truth,” I hissed. “You live in Marco’s shadow, doing his dirty work, thinking that makes you better than everyone else. It doesn’t.” He tilted his head slightly, his tone still calm. “And yet, here you are — living under his roof.” “This is Cal’s roof technically, not Marco's.” “Hmmm, is it now?”

" he says as the happy tears suddenly began to fill with sorrow. She is so close. Alive and well. Yet- he had never felt farther away from her. Livie was alive. All this time, she was alive. Noah lied, again. He said she was dead, she had killed herself after she thought her entire family had vanished and that she was too much of a coward to live.

"Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr. Damian. I'm sure the viewers are just as stunned as we are." "Before we end," Damian said, voice suddenly softer, "may I say something to my wife?" "Of course!" the anchor said, nearly leaping out of his seat. Please, God, let me keep this job forever. At that exact moment, every major social media platform lit up with hashtags: #AlexanderGroup #DamianConfession #WhoIsLivia #LiveOnTVxx Damian turned to face the main camera directly. "Thank you for standing beside me until today. From now on... just keep looking at me and loving me. Because I'll be doing the same. Livia Shelby... I love you. With my whole life."

“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—”