My Whole Life Was A Lie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

even when i don't deserve it. “Mom! I swear I am doing nothing wrong.” I said again lying and yet not. What is it called? White lie right? Apparently, my life is becoming just that. since the day i have come to know Aaron is my mate my life is just that. a big fat white lie. i am always hiding either from Aaron or from my families and friends. honestly, by now this relationship is looking more of a burden than a blessing.

Turned out that I was wrong once again. I am nobody. I have nothing. No love, No identity. Now I know why my father hates me so much. Now I see why he despises me. He hates me because I came to this world out of deception. My whole life was a lie. How am I supposed to accept that my whole life was a lie? I lived a lie. My existence is a lie. Nothing is real about me. Dorian only saw me as a way to make up for his uncle's mistakes. He never really loved me.

I was going to be myself and if you don't like it well that's not my problem. I shrugged. "You lied to me, my entire life. I was just like him in every way. You should have prepared me with that truth but instead you hid and you hid it from me. You said you were protecting me but in fact you were suffocating me. Well, this is what I am when I've been hunted and lied to all my life by the two people in this world that were supposed to love and protect me," I said, blinking furiously as my eyes began to burn with tears.

But I was wrong. Half wrong though, he at least laid down his own flesh and blood for the pack. The pains, I thought they would consume me after I woke up, rather all I felt was numbness. I was tired of being reminded a hundred times how dumb and foolish I was. Everything, everything till this day had all been a lie. My father, my mate, my identity. There was not a single truth in my life. My entire life was built and founded on lies. It was bizarre to acknowledge, but my father deserved what he got.

Could Dad be saying the truth when he said that he is not my father? If what Miguel said was true, then everything I thought I knew about my life was a lie. My whole life is a lie, it is even worse to know that the people around me that I care about, the people around me that claim to love and care about me know the truth, and yet they made me look like a fool and let me go on living a lie.

“After everything I’ve been through, after two lifetimes of being used and lied to, I can’t just jump into this with both feet. Can we take this slow?” Even with the truth laid out in front of me, the scars of two lifetimes of being a pawn ran deep. I couldn’t help but wonder… was this just another bet? Another game?

"Since before the wedding? Before we met? Since—" "Since before you were born." The breath left my lungs. I stumbled back a step, my mind scrambling to process his words. No. No, that couldn’t be right. "That’s impossible," I choked out. Alexander shook his head. "It’s not." A laugh bubbled up, hollow and broken. "So you’re telling me my entire life has been a lie?" His eyes darkened. "No. But there are things you were never meant to know. For your own protection."

He was unshaven and reeked of alcohol. “Iris,” he slurred, a foolish smile on his face. “Do you know? I’m actually your mate. In our last life, we were mates, and we were very happy.” I looked at him like he was a clown. “Happy?” I asked. “And then what happened to me?” He blinked, then babbled, “We grew old together, had kids and grandkids…” I looked at him coldly, exposing his lies. “If someone lies enough, do they start to believe their own lies? Or was it your mistress who poisoned my unborn pup with wolfsbane, and then I killed myself because I couldn’t bear the shame?”

It came out as a shake. Confusion was too small a word. This was like the floor had vanished and I was still standing on air, waiting to fall. Hurt? Yeah. But it was deeper than hurt. It was a betrayal that went all the way to my bones. Silas wasn’t just a hard man. He was a liar. He’d built my whole life on a lie. He’d made me into a weapon, and he’d made sure the weapon didn’t even know what it was made of.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?