Novel & Cerita Lying And Betrayal Quotes

“Are you worried about your father? He’ll be okay…” “It’s not just that,” I admit, voice low. “I believe in withholding information than having someone lying straight to your face. It’s infuriating. I prefer being kept in the dark, than being lied to especially by the people I trust.” I feel her body tense against me. “Lying straight to my face?” she repeats, her voice trembling. “Yes. I keep finding out the truth from someone else. I’d rather be told outright than kept in the dark, fed lies. It’s the betrayal I can’t stand—the fact that the people I’ve trusted could actually think it’s okay to lie to me.”

I could tell Marisol was telling the truth but i still wanted to see proof with my own eyes that Janet had set me up to fail in our marriage, But why? I felt every emotion while Marisol was showing me all the proof in her phone, I felt sad, angry, betrayed. Did she hate me this much that she would put me in the predicament i was in? I needed to know why, But Janet would not answer any of my phone calls and reply to any of my messages. I knew i failed whatever sick test this was but she knew all along and let me continue when she had every chance to confront me or put a stop to everything. "When i found out i was pregnant i knew i couldnt continue to lie to you" Marisol said. Well at least i

"You knew and you didn't tell me..." She licked her lips, "What was I supposed to tell you, E? Hi, I'm the cousin of the man who murdered your parents, wanna be friends? Oh, and my boyfriend is probably the man who shot your dad or maybe, your mom... You would have run in the other direction." I let out a scoff, the only person I thought was honest with me, shit! "You know... the thing about betrayal is that it always comes from the people you love and trust the most."

His face buried between my stomach. "Sure, go ahead." "If you find out that a close friend has been lying and they hurt you, what would you do?" It stung. I exhaled sharply. Caressing the back of his hair. "Lying is betraying someone's trust. If they were really my friends, they wouldn’t betray me. People like that don’t deserve to be in my life." Leaning forward, I took his face in my hand. His soft eyes boring into mine. "Unlike you. I know you won’t do anything to lie to me. Or hurt me either. I trust you…"

“I am now.” The words ripple outward, immediate and irreversible. “And did you feel betrayed?” I consider the question. “Yes,” I say. “But not just personally.” Her brows knit. “What do you mean?” “I mean betrayal isn’t only about romance,” I say. “It’s about power. About people deciding what truths you’re allowed to know.” Somewhere, a producer gasps. “I was engaged to a man who believed silence was protection,” I continue. “And best friends with a woman who believed winning justified everything.”

“Sarian, you have fire. I like that._ “I didn't mean to —” I raised my palm, stopping her. She gazed at her hand as though it were not hers and avoided my gaze. I folded my arms and sat back. “You think you understand this world? Allow me to explain.” With my voice like steel, I got back up and walked toward the window. People tell lies. Humans are dishonest. They kill each other. Not because they have no choice. But it's simple. Betrayal is the foundation of this world, it's powered on and you just have to accept the fact that there are no friends here.And you lose everything when you hesitate to show mercy.”

or what? "I don't know. I asked her but she wasn't being specific. She said she was talking of the same betrayal I meant, and I was actually thinking of different kinds of betrayal. The love, trust or even friendship betrayal." He sighed in frustration. "I don't really know, I don't even want to believe this betrayal is coming from either of us."

Eventually he sighed. "I can tell you later, lad. The night is when the eyes see what they can't in the light. Maybe if you see something, it'll be better than what I can describe. If not, I suppose it ain't any hardship to explain. But I ain't going to sugar coat it, I don't hold with making things look better than they are." "Good. I don't want you to," Lloyd finally gave a genuine smile. "Hiding the truth only makes betrayal worse."

He leaned against the wall for support. "You promised to love me forever. You can't break your promise..." "And you promised to love me, trust me, cherish me, and protect me, but you hurt me, tricked me, and deceived me instead. In our four years of marriage, I can honestly say I've never betrayed you, not even once. If I ever did, may I be cursed to a wretched existence and a painful death. Do you dare to swear such an oath? Have you ever done anything to betray me during our marriage?"

He said coldly, trying to regain his composure. Emmeline quirked her lips in disapproval of his Zavian and poured more wine into his glass. "Betrayal is not limited solely to physical infidelity, as you well know. It can also mean breaking the promises we make to others...or to ourselves." She stated meaningfully. Then she picked up her glass, swirling the deep red liquid. "That being the case, I think we've all broken promises and betrayed ourselves at least once in our lives," she added, draining the entire glass.