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Whatever he said would be wrong regardless in this situation. Lucas stuttered and hesitated, afraid to speak. Layla heard what her father said earlier. "Mommy, does lying really make your nose grow?" Jessamine followed Layla's lead. "If you confess in time, it won't." Layla patted her chest with her hand, relieved. "Mommy, I told a lie today. I don't know if I can make up for it now." Without waiting for Jessamine to ask, Layla confessed voluntarily, "Daddy and Lucas didn't fight. Lucas used Daddy's computer without permission."

she said and pushed me away with shaking hands but still, she was shivering as if I had poured hot water on her "Listen to me very well. I am not ready to start this fight with you because you don't know my family even as much as you think you do but I know my family and that's why I am telling you now that you are wrong. Our company isnt broke. We just wanted to partner with you guys to foster our growth some more and last time I checked, the is absolutely nothing wrong with that." "Of course, you are right. Absolutely nothing is wrong with that. But you and I both know that's not the truth and the more you lie about this, the more it pisses me off, seriously." "So what do you want me to sa

“Of course, I’ll let you know.” The lie felt wrong on my lips, but the fleeting sense of guilt had nothing on the feeling rolling through me right now. Like a landslide, boulders tumbled and collided in the pits of my stomach. I had never been exceptionally skilled at lying, so I added on a few details to make it more believable. “Breyona’s parents are scholars. They’re working with a few of…” I paused and the phrase ‘vampire henchmen’ came to mind, “…my men to search through my father’s family tree.”

Now, all I could do was wait and see how Axel would respond. I knew Axel hated when I lied. The thought made my stomach twist with anxiety. I had to decide whether to own up to my actions or try to spin a convincing story. But lying to Axel was never a good idea. He had a way of seeing right through me, and it only made things worse. I took a deep breath and decided to come clean, hoping that honesty would be the best policy in this situation. "I was just curious," I said, trying to explain myself. "I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries." Axel's expression remained stern, but I could see a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, as if daring me to tell the truth.

“I’ll be okay. I'll talk to him myself.” Across the courtyard, Liam looked up as Layla approached. His smirk slowly returned. “Speak of the devil.” Jason leaned back in his chair. “This should be interesting.” Layla stopped in front of Liam. Her voice was calm but her eyes were burning. “You’re spreading rumors about me.” Liam shrugged. “I’m just telling the truth.” “You’re lying.” Liam smiled slowly. “Am I?” Layla clenched her fists. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

The truth hung heavy in the air, but Liam's skepticism remained evident. His gaze remained fixed on me, searching for any signs of deceit. Liam's presence was a constant reminder of the powerlessness I felt, trapped in a world where my every move was monitored and questioned. I knew that lying to him would only bring about further punishment, so I held steadfast to the truth. "No, Liam," I said firmly, meeting his intense gaze. "We didn't discuss anything of importance. I don't know why Tyler left, and I wasn't part of any plan if there was one."

He said, that made me think. I’ve always heard about this Micro Society, that it is where the game Date a Liar takes course but I never knew what’s inside. This truly catches my attention so I freely lend my ear to him and silenced myself from having internal thoughts. “You see, the fact that our country is floating in the atmosphere, developing a small society is not impossible anymore, even the development of a device that can be used as a head gear to enter other realities has been perfected.” He started and the long, thick red blind on his back separated on the middle and revealed a huge screen.

I nod slowly, letting the tension build before replying. “She lied,” I say, my tone measured but firm. “That’s where I was tonight—dealing with her bullshit. She’s out of the city now, and she’s never coming back. She lied about everything. She’s not pregnant, Gray. It was all just another one of her manipulative games.” I shake my head, the exhaustion creeping into my voice. “You could’ve just talked to me instead of jumping to conclusions.”

Amira and Nathan again, entangled in a bed that wasn’t theirs, half-naked and smiling as if they belonged together. He scrolled, refusing to believe what he was seeing. Until emails popped up, screenshots of exchanges between her account and Nathan’s. Nathan: ‘We’ll get him where it hurts.’ Amira: ‘He’ll never see it coming.’ Nathan: ‘Just keep stringing him along, and soon DE VITALIO INDUSTRIES is ours.’ And then the one that broke him: Amira: ‘Tonight, I’ll tell him how much I love him and want us to be together forever but the arrogant fool will never know it’s a lie.’

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?