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he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

“The story you’re going to tell Ray isn’t good enough yet. He’s not a fool, and you know that. ‘Pregnancy hormones’ won’t cut it. You’ll say it’s mental exhaustion, the aftereffects of trauma from my kidnapping. That’s the narrative he’ll believe—clean and simple.” ‘You’re surprisingly smart, dummy head,’ Lilly’s voice echoed in her mind. ‘I’m always smart, body thief,’ Lia bragged, inwardly smirking. ‘Yeah, right. You’re only smart because my twin created you,’ Lilly teased. Dr. Harris glanced at her oddly but said nothing, his hands trembling as he nodded quickly. “Yes, of course. Mental exhaustion. Trauma. That makes sense.” “Good,” Lia said, her smile widening into something both sweet a

Logan says. Nate lifts one shoulder. “I’ve been surviving. Turns out survival looks a lot like intelligence when you stop wasting it on jokes.” I feel something in my chest loosen, just a little. Not relief. Not peace. But the first true crack in the trap’s walls. Lia taps the map once. “If you’re lying, we all die.” Nate meets her gaze without flinching. “I’m not lying.” Logan’s voice is rougher now. “Why should I trust you?”

he spits venom as he glared at Barron’s fearful gaze when Lium suddenly appeared before him. “YOU ARE LYING! SHE WON’T HAVE A CHILD WITH YOU BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD!!!” Barron retaliated and break free from his grip. Running like a chicken away from Lium but there was nowhere to go because everything was locked. It was just him and Lium alone inside the warehouse with no room for any escape. “Oh, but she does…” Lium smirked as he watch Barron looked some way out of the warehouse but found nothing except the window or the ventilation up to the ceiling.

Drowning him out. Liam slid back down to the floor. He pulled his knees to his chest. He looked at the phone in his hand. The video of him in the boardroom, pointing at a whiteboard, saving the company. He had the truth. He had the evidence. But on the other side of the door, his wife was ghost-hunting. And he was the ghost. He stared at the brass handle. It was locked. And for the first time, Liam Cross wondered if he had the key to open it again. Or if the lock was rusted shut, fused by the salt of too many tears.

Subroto crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at Kiki, who was already shaking because she couldn't defend herself. "I don't know, I didn't steal it!" Kiki denied, trying to say that she was not the thief. "How can a thief admit to stealing something if the jail is already full?" Lia made the whole room hot; she didn't want to lose the opportunity to get rid of the two people she disliked. "That's enough. You said it was Riana, but are you ready to take responsibility for that?" Subroto stared at Lia, looking to see if she was telling the truth.

He flared his nostrils in fury; his finger pointed at Thomas. Thomas stood his ground, a confident glint in his eyes. "This license is not forged. And I'm not lying," he declared firmly. His gaze shifted from Neil to Viaan, his expression contorted with a mix of anguish and disgust. "If anyone, it's Viaan Adams who is the biggest liar among you all," he spat venomously, his grip on the microphone tightening.

"She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back." He looked down at the silver band in his hand—the ring he had yet to slide onto my finger—with total indifference. "I’m laying it all out there, Elara," he said. "Whether you still want the title of Luna is entirely up to you." ... A deathly silence fell over the town square. The entire pack was waiting for the union to be sealed. My mother was there, too. She had been covering her mouth to stifle tears of joy; now, her expression had twisted into one of pure horror.

The shoulders of the three seemed to have fallen, they were expecting it but there was still a part of them that disliked the intention. "Shit, Maxwell," Hugh whispers when Lucas Patterson walks out, he heads to his office because he has a lot of things to manage and fix. These past few days, Lucas kept going out of the country because of their corporations. Maxwell Ross called the other members of the team and Hugh cussed in his heart upon seeing their wide grin. He heard their conversation and he wants to escape from their grip. He knows that they have disastrous motives more than what Lucas wants. "Bring them to the basement," the lad said and glanced at them.