Locked Up Liars Novels & Stories

"We asked you to examine him, and you just brushed it off like that?" "Earlier, my husband said he didn’t trust traditional medicine, but I defended you. Now it turns out you're just a quack! Nothing but a fraud!" Lilian glared at Liam and shouted sternly. "I had a feeling something was off with you all along!" Jarso stood behind her, his face growing even darker, "I can't believe I was right! You don’t even know who you're dealing with! I'm Jarso Fuller! You think you can scam me?"

“I trusted you.” “She locked me in,” Lia said suddenly. The words froze me. “What?” “I couldn’t get out,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I tried to call, but my phone was gone. By the time I escaped, it was too late.” My heart dropped. “That’s not true.” “She wanted this,” Lia said, looking at them, not me. “She always did.” “No,” I said quickly. “That’s not what happened.” His mother’s eyes narrowed. “Are you calling her a liar?”

he reasoned, like a stubborn child who wasn’t open to accepting any reasoning. “I did,” Lia piped in. “I lied to you, Serena. Declan knew nothing about Alpha Oliver’s plan. I also lied to you about the investigation. Everyone inside Alpha Oliver’s office is dead except for you.” I turned to Lia with a blank face. I can’t get myself to loathe her. Looking at her now, skin and bones and reeking like decomposing dead bodies, I know how it feels to become a rogue. It’s the worst punishment you could give to a werewolf.

The Supreme Pack Director is absolutely not his type of male. At the very bottom of the text, the article ends with a toxic note: Wolves who have known Lukan Vale since he was a young cub are not convinced this sudden alignment is legitimate. "My wolf is deeply sorry you have to face this, Luka." "I absolutely cannot believe that cheating bastard told the territory we had planned a permanent binding. The coward failed to mention to the press that he was a unfaithful liar who broke my trust. He has absolutely no idea what he is talking about regarding my current life," he scoffs, his chest heaving.

He blinked rapidly, clearly assuming the control room had made a typographical error. The anchor frowned. "Liam? You were assuring the shareholders about your future?" Sweat broke out on Liam’s forehead, instantly ruining the matte finish of his studio makeup. He opened his mouth, closed it, and stared at the prompter in sheer horror. [SYSTEM OVERRIDE LOCK: ACTIVE. Target is compelled to read the script.] Liam’s jaw worked mechanically, his voice tight and completely devoid of its former bravado. "And our future is... entirely fabricated." The anchor shifted awkwardly in her seat. "Excuse me?"

He listened intently, noting down their responses and examining the evidence presented. One by one, the guards shared their stories, some filled with remorse, others with confusion. Liam's piercing gaze evaluated their words, searching for any inconsistencies or signs of deception. He wanted to unravel the truth and ensure that everyone involved faced the consequences of their actions. After dismissing the guards, Liam closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, and took a deep breath. The weight of responsibility rested heavily on his shoulders. The realization that his wife's life had been put in danger shook him to the core, fueling his determination to get to the bottom of the situation.

"Word is, the moment she found out the ex-fiance she dumped for her idiot sister now runs the Cross Consortium, she puked—and face-planted right into it!" "There's footage everywhere online. Guys, go like and share—comedy gold!" People all around pulled out their phones, watching the videos and howling with laughter. Liana quickly checked her phone—only to find the internet flooded with clips of her humiliation. She was so angry she looked like she'd been turned to stone.

He grabbed the hem of my trunks and tried to yank them down. "Gotcha!" I burst out. "Oh, you think you're funny?" "Yes," he said matter-of-factly, which only made me laugh harder. After securing our clothes, phone, keys, and wallet in one of the digital lockers, we headed back outside to wait for Emma and Liana. Liam placed his hands on his hips. "Women," he let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. "They take forever." "I know, right?" I muttered, and we shared a conspiratorial look before we burst into laughter again, but my laughter trailed off as Emma and Liana finally emerged.

Terror surged through me when I realized all this. No. I couldn't be locked up here… I had wanted to finalize the divorce tomorrow… Forcing myself to calm down, I softened my tone and pleaded with Zane. "Fine, I did it. I admit my mistake and swear I'll never try to hurt her again. Can you please let me go?" However, as the words left my lips, the last lock clicked into place. Once Zane was sure I had absolutely no way of escaping, he abruptly threw the keys aside. Then, he cupped my face in his hands. His bloodshot eyes burned with an anger I had never seen in him before.

“I just wanted to—” His hand shot out, clamping around her wrist. She gasped, stumbling forward as he yanked her closer. “Stop lying to me,” Yanov hissed, his accent sharp. “You remember our deal.” Amira tried to pull back, but his grip was like steel. “Let go of me,” she said firmly, though her voice shook. Instead of loosening, he tightened his hold and dragged her toward the bed. “No, lapochka. You owe me. Do you think I forgot how you ran from me? How you stole from me?”