Never Lie Ending Novels & Stories

The day I died was Mommy’s birthday. For once, she left me an unusually large slice of cake. I hovered before it, greedy, leaning in to breathe in its sweetness. But the very next second, she handed the cake to my younger sister, Bella Tesla. “Have some, Bella. Better you than that ungrateful girl!” Then she turned to Daddy, who was filming nearby. “You recorded everything, right? When she returns, make her watch it. Don’t let her say again that we play favorites! “Of all things to learn, she learned how to run away from home! “We spoiled her! If she has any sense, let her never come back!” She sneered as she slammed the table and cursed at me, never noticing the panic on Bella’s face as she held the cake. She also failed to notice Bella’s disheveled hair. She noticed even less the dark stains of blood on her sleeve. Blood that belonged to me.

As the daughter of a billionaire, I grew up in a world full of luxury. But when I turned 18, I gave everything I had to my brother's best friend, Nathan Gildon. He was the one my brother trusted most, the one he personally brought up. Nathan was smart and ambitious, and when he smiled, it felt as if he was handing you the whole world. I had had a crush on him for years. Last night, I thought he finally loved me back. I thought I wasn't just the girl who snuck glances at him across crowded parties anymore. I thought I was the woman he'd bring into his future. But the next morning, I heard him on the balcony, laughing with an investor friend. "Mavis is just practice. I need some experience before I pursue Claire. Besides, her family can open a lot of doors for me." I didn't cry, question him, or explain myself. I just packed my bags and changed my college applications. One week later, I was on a plane to Eltoria. And the man who betrayed me that night? He went crazy trying to win me back.

The night before the engagement banquet, my fiancé Matt's childhood friend Salina told me she had a surprise for the bride. She lured me up to the glass conservatory on the hotel rooftop, locked the door behind me, and switched on every sprinkler in the room. December in New York. Ice water crashed down from above, and the conservatory's four walls were pure transparent glass. The guests below held up their phones and watched me shiver in humiliation. she smiled with feigned innocence. "Hasn't Evelyn always thought so highly of herself? Let everyone see what she looks like begging to be let out of the cold." My fiancé Matt stood down below, watching me through the curtain of water, his voice indifferent. "Just leave her enough breath to survive." "She’s nobody—no connections, no family name. A little lesson will teach her just how high the bar for joining the De Luca family really is." Later, I smashed through the glass and climbed down from the rooftop. I wiped the blood from my face and dialed the number I had kept hidden for three years. "Cut off the De Luca family's arms supply on the East Coast." "And send David with his men to the hotel rooftop." "I want those people gone from New York before sunrise." What Matt didn't know was that I was the sole heir to the Falcone family, the most powerful Mafia family in North America. I had played this game of hiding my name long enough.

Everyone in Phantom Pack knew their Alpha, Riven Drake, was devoted to me — completely and without question. No matter how slammed he was, he always called to check in, right on time, every time. But the night before our marking ceremony, he vanished. No call, no word, nothing. I lost all sense of him through our mate bond, and my gut told me he was in danger. I was ready to drop everything and go find him — body wrecked as I was — when he finally walked through the door. He came in holding a woman who reeked of him, barely able to stand, and dropped to his knees in front of me. "Natasha, Helen got hurt saving my life. I can't just let her die." To atone for his sins before me, he stabbed himself with a silver dagger. Then, not even an hour after our marking ceremony ended, I heard his Beta laughing with him: "Alpha, that aphrodisiac must've been something else. Helen looked like she was about to pass out." Riven's voice had a satisfied edge to it. "Yeah, I'll have to go easier next time. Don't want her cutting me off." "Anyway — my little troublemaker's calling." It hit me like a punch to the chest. I picked up my phone and called my brother. "Cole. I want to come home to Starlight Pack. Can you send someone in five days?" He sounded surprised, then happy. "Of course. I'll have someone there in five days." Five days. I was giving myself five days. Giving Riven five days. He thought I was just another werewolf. Thought he had me completely figured out. He had no idea I was something else entirely — a descendant of the Dragon Clan, something out of legend. I was never his to control.

At a press conference, business tycoon Charles Lewis and heiress Julia announced their relationship. As reporters frantically clicked their cameras to capture the breaking news, Julia's assistant suddenly collapsed. Bright red blood spread beneath her, forming a pool of blood. With a calm expression, Charles turned to the stunned reporters and explained, "She's pregnant but insists on working. Maybe she just wants attention." I lost my child and my uterus after that incident. At the same time, I became the target of online outrage. I was the assistant, and Charles was my legal husband.

Three years into my marriage with Shawn, I found out I was pregnant. I nervously but joyfully prepared to surprise him with the news. Yet what I received was the news of Shawn’s accidental death. Devastated by the blow, I miscarried the child and killed myself in despair. However, after death, I saw him drinking and mocking me with his rowdy friends. “Samantha is so dumb. I can’t believe she really fell for that prank. Does she really think I’d be fooled by her? I’m not an idiot like her. What, she’s pregnant? If she was going to make up something to fool me, she should have at least made it more believable.” But our child really was gone, and I had really died.

Tired of hiding herself from a persistent guy, to get rid of the unwanted admirer, she kissed an unknown handsome man in a masquerade ball. What will happen when she finds out the same guy is her ruthless boss? *****She fell in love with a man who never felt her existence. Her broken heart gave her the desired pain to become the biggest sensation of the country; She became a singer. The time he realizes the emptiness in his heart belongs to her, he ran to her, but her gaze gave him a strange look. What will happen when he finds out the truth behind her strange behavior. Did he lose her forever? Or is this the beginning of a new story?

My boyfriend was probably bad at math because he would always get an extra portion whenever he bought something. When we were supposed to go on dates, he would get three people's worth of vouchers. "Sorry, I didn't read too carefully. How about we ask your bestie to join us?" When it was my birthday, he bought two sets of gifts. "Sorry, I got an extra set. Maybe your bestie can have the extra one?" As time went on, the absurdity became the norm, and I numbly played along. Then, it was time to try out my bridal gown, but Zach Lawson, my boyfriend, stopped me. "This is the bridesmaid's gown. I'm keeping it for your bestie. The gown I designed for you is sitting right there." I looked at the bridesmaid's gown. It was luxurious and covered in small, glittering diamonds. The gown he designed for me was barely more conspicuous than a regular dress. There was even a yellowing bloodstain on the hem of the dress. It was at that moment that I decided to end things. He'd given the only haute couture gown spot to Daisy Green. So, I saw no reason to stay in this relationship anymore. I looked at my phone quietly and texted my mentor, who was in Brundela. "Do you have an opening in your institute for one more researcher?"

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

I made one promise to my mother. No baby without a ring. Then I got drunk, slept with a stranger who left cash on the nightstand like I was nothing, and woke up pregnant with no name, no number and no way to find him. Pregnant. Jobless. And my only option is marrying a man I already hate on sight. Ivan West is everything I cannot stand. Arrogant, cold, and used to getting exactly what he wants. But he needs a wife and I need a husband and somewhere in between desperation and bad decisions we sign a contract that is supposed to fix everything. One year. Shared penthouse. Fake marriage. Real baby that he agrees to claim as his. Simple. Except nobody stays enemies when they are forced to share a bed every night. Nobody keeps their walls up when life keeps finding new ways to tear them down. And nobody, nobody, walks into a contract marriage with a man like Ivan West and comes out the other side feeling nothing. I came into this with one rule. Do not fall for him. I should have read the fine print.