Never Lie Novel Novels & Stories

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

Didn't care. I just stared at him. Said nothing. "Isa. Say something. Anything. Please." He wrung his hands, in real pain. This was how he used to be when I'd gone quiet on him. Begging me not to give him the silent treatment. Pain made him human again. He wasn't the untouchable Don anymore. He was almost that gentle broke kid again. But I wasn't that girl anymore. The one he'd lied to. Nothing real grows out of a lie.

"Charles, please, I am begging you. Please, just say the truth. Tell Stanley that it's all fake. None of those things ever happened. Please, I beg you." "But, Alora, I can't possibly lie," he said. "You know those things are true. Why are you lying to Stanley? There's no need to lie. The truth is out. Telling Stanley the truth will only do him good." "Stop lying, Charles," Alora cried as she pushed him onto the chairs. "Stanley, he's lying! He's lying!" She shed tears, but I wasn't moved. I only stared at her. Disgusted by the both of them.

"If you ever try to protect me by hiding the truth again—I’ll cut you out. Completely." He gave a solemn nod. "Understood." Later that night, Natalie sat in Lily’s room, reading a bedtime story. Her daughter nestled close, half-asleep, the calm in Natalie’s otherwise stormy world. "Mommy," Lily mumbled. "Why do people lie?" Natalie paused. "Because they’re scared. Or selfish. Or sometimes, they think it’s the only way to protect someone." Lily blinked up at her. "But you don’t lie."

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it something believable. Like… you’ve been sleeping in the library or with your secret boyfriend. Not the Apex penthouse.” I stared at her. She stared right back. “Eliza, I’m not lying.” She waved a hand. “Look, I don’t care where you sleep. You’re an adult. You want to shack up with your mate or a boyfriend? Fine. Your business. Just don’t lie about it. Especially not something that insane.” I opened my mouth to argue, but… what could I say? That I’m not only staying there, but all four of them are my mates?

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

"Marcus, please stop bothering me." "I've already married Henry." We had just left the courthouse after getting our marriage license. After the banquet ended last night, Henry told me what I had said when I blacked out from drinking. "Henry, why did you lie to me about not being interested in women?" "Because that was the only way I could stay by your side and protect you. If I had told you I'd had feelings for you since we were children, while you were so in love with Marcus, you would have certainly cut ties with me."

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

She was already too involved in my life. “But he’s in love with you, Rachel.” Her voice had sounded confused when she said it. “And I am not in love with him. I think that part is obvious enough.” “You’re being difficult. How do you know this Damian… guy?” “That’s not your business, Layla.” “Are you keeping things from me now?” “That, I am.” “Wow.” “I know, right.” “You’re crazy.” “I know, right.” What upset me most wasn’t even the argument. It was her telling Aiden. Without asking me.

He would have never thought he'd find himself being intrigued by her choice of words and explanation and at that moment, he knew something had changed and his thoughts about her changed. He couldn't explain how he felt but he felt something different for her and it definitely felt weird. "You mean the stories we hear now are not false?" He asked. "Of course, not completely. Behind every lie, there is always an atom of truth. This means, the story we hear is not entirely false but both packs could have changed it in a way that would favour them." She tells him. "So what do we do? What's the next step in confirming all of this?" He asked.