Not Dying For Her Lie Again Novels & Stories

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

That was the lie she clung to as her hands kept moving, slick with blood, muscles screaming as she pushed past exhaustion. You don’t get to die yet. Not before I’m done with you. Not before you pay for what you did to me. That was what she repeated in her head, over and over, like a shield. Revenge. Closure. Debt. Anything but the truth. Because the truth was far more dangerous. The truth was that she could not stand here and watch Damian Blackwell die. Not like this. Not silent. Not broken. Not without ever knowing what he had destroyed and what he had lost.

"The implants are coded to my DNA. To Genesis's DNA. We're the originals. The templates. If I die, really die, the system crashes. All the children go free. All the controls fail. Grandmother loses everything." "Hope, no—" "It's the only way. And I'm okay with it. I've been dying slowly anyway. This at least means something. Saves everyone. Makes my life matter." "I won't let you—" "You don't have a choice. None of you do." She pressed the blade harder. Drew blood. "Goodbye Daddy. I love you. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to be what you needed. But maybe this is enough. Maybe dying for everyone is the one thing I can do right."

The day Lily Bianchi returned from abroad, the Don Dario Moretti threw a street race in her honor. She was the woman he valued most. He ordered me to race, even though my old injuries hadn't healed. The wound on my arm tore open, and I lost control of the steering wheel. The car slammed head-on into a boulder. Pain ripped through me. When Dario drove past, he instinctively slowed down for a moment. Lily, riding shotgun, immediately rested a hand on Dario's shoulder. "Dario, why on earth did Lucia crash into the mountainside? Is it because you let me ride with you? She got jealous and hurt herself just to get your attention." Dario scoffed. "Nobody help her. She'll live. "Anyone who takes her

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

"I thought you'd repeat the mistakes of so many women, waiting until a man had bled you dry, until you and Harrison had torn each other to shreds, until every last drop of love had curdled into hate before you finally gave up." I shook my head and gave a relieved smile. "It won't come to that." It really wouldn't come to that. When disappointment and deception pile up to a certain point, leaving becomes a form of liberation. Five years was far too long. So long that now, I couldn't even be bothered to waste an ounce of hatred on Harrison. I changed the subject. With a hint of regret, I confessed to my mother, "Mother, I read through the family succession documents you sent me on the plane. U

She was still hurting. She was still dying. She was facing everything alone. And no amount of makeup or carefully constructed masks could change that. She started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, drove back to Dess's apartment with hands that had stopped shaking and tears that had been forced back into submission. His new life with Lisa continued at Aurelio's, in the restaurant that used to be theirs. And Jayda drove through Manhattan traffic, alone, dying, pretending she was fine. The lie was becoming easier with practice. And that terrified her more than the cancer ever had.

She wore no makeup, and her long hair was tied back carelessly. She looked utterly exhausted. “Natalie, why did you suddenly agree to the divorce?” Her eyes instantly reddened. She bit down hard on her lower lip and spoke through trembling breaths. “I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry to you and Leo. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have chased a thrill. I let myself get carried away! I was a terrible judge of character!” That was when I finally learned the truth.

When the call came that her mother had suffered a massive brain hemorrhage and was in a coma, Clara Gabriel's mind went blank. She bolted from her desk. "Where do you think you're going?" The cold voice of her fiance, Julian Vance, cut through the office. "You're still on the clock." As Clara turned to the man she was supposed to marry, her eyes were filled with tears. "My mother is in the ICU." "Going there won't change the outcome," Julian said, his expression completely unreadable. "You are the future first lady of this company. Are you really going to set an example of abandoning your post?" Clara's chest tightened. "This is an emergency. It's only ten minutes before my shift ends…

I've always been competitive with my younger sister, Daphne Gibson. If she scored a 90 in her exam, I had to get a 100. When she bought a white dress, I had to buy a more expensive red one. On the drive home after our family road trip, she got carsick and threw up. I had to throw up a couple of times, too. But then I had a sudden asthma attack and collapsed in the back seat, clutching my chest. Mom sighed in frustration. "Alice, Daphne has always been frail. Can't you be a little more understanding and stop competing with her, at least for now?" Dad said earnestly, "You're a healthy, well-behaved child. Your mom and I love you, too. But stop pretending to be sick just because Daphne is