Novel & Cerita Not Dying For Her Lie Again

Her eyes were pleading with me to let this go. I snickered. “How about at the beginning, Mama? Let's talk about how five days ago, I died and now all of a sudden, I am here with you. Let's talk about how I was struck by lightning on my 16th birthday, how I died that night, and was suddenly revived in the morning. Should I continue?” I watched Daisy Kunene's face pale, and then she poured a glass of water with shaky hands and gulped down the water like her life depended on it. “You and my father have been lying to me my entire life, and the one time I ask you to tell me the truth, you play the victim? What about everything I had to go through? I was poisoned because of you! Whatever it is you

"You're lying!" Gina chuckled, as if she found my pain entertaining. "If I can't have him, Onika," she said, her voice laced with venom, "then no one will." My tears finally spilled over as her words sank deep into my soul. The agony, the helplessness it was suffocating. I had just decided to return to New York, to face everything, to fight for the truth. And now… Nathan? Was he… dying? "Why?" My voice cracked, my vision blurred. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I run over to her, she is curled up in a ball and her shoulders shake with every sob. “Natalie?” I whisper, “What is it? Please tell me, it’s the only way I can help you, you have to tell me.” She looks up, tears streaming down her gorgeous face. “They lied... how could they do this?” “Nats, what did they do?” “She gone, they killed her. She died in her sleep and

“You and I aren’t close enough for you to know about my allergy.” She let out a slow breath, tapping her fingers against the table. “Just because we aren't close enough for you to tell me doesn't mean I don't that.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning closer. “What do you expect? Why would you risk giving me something that can kill me.” “Because I need the truth,” she whispered back. “The dead don't come back from the dead, and by dead, I mean no longer living not missing.”

She pressed weakly against my chest but wasn’t strong enough to push me away. “Why…” she whispered. “Why didn’t it work… I… I wanted to die.” “No!” I said painfully. “Let me go,” she breathed. Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. “Please, Dante… just let me die.” I held her tighter, lowering my head into hers. “Why would you do this? I thought you were getting better… you said you forgave me.” Her eyes closed. More tears slipped down her cheeks. “I lied…” she whispered. “I… don’t want to… stay…”

"How can you just fucking sit there? Are you being serious? Damien's dead! He's dead! How can you just—" "He isn't," she says, interrupting. It's like a punch to my stomach and I feel like throwing up all over again. I've immersed in a pool of ice. Her words have deflated me, like puncturing a balloon with a pin. I don't know how to process this. "I'm sorry I lied to you. Believe me, it crushed me to see you so utterly devastated, but it had to be done. There were people watching us closely." I try to sit again, this time slowly. She isn't making sense. I don't know what to believe in anymore. "So Damien isn't dead?"

When he walked in, he saw Ethan slumped on the couch, eyes empty and lifeless. The elderly maid stood across from him, her expression distant. "It's not as if I'm just now telling the truth. Over the past year, when did Miss Seraphina ever lie about what happened?" Ethan stared blankly at her, as if he hadn't heard a word. Looking at how lost Ethan was, Damian instantly knew that Ethan had finally found out about the truth as well. The maid's voice trembled with pity. "I watched her grow up. I know she could be proud and stubborn sometimes, but she would never hurt anyone with tricks or lies."

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

"Well well, look who is crying here? Weren't you so tough earlier? Did I nail it? Your mom is dead?" She laughed, "She was old anyway. I did you a favor, lightening your load. You should thank me. This is what you get for stealing James from me." My mind blanked, with only one thought left. I would take her down with me. I bolted to the next room, grabbed a scalpel, and stabbed her wild. Blood soaked her white skirt. She couldn't even speak. With my last family gone, I had nothing to fear and nothing to lose.

Fall into his arms without the walls of lies between them. But then she saw Grandmother’s frail smile in her mind. Her trembling hands. Her dying wish. If Panni spoke now— Grandmother’s heart might give out. And Jinyan… Jinyan would never forgive her for lying so deeply. The fear was paralyzing. So she spoke a half-truth. “She’s… been struggling,” Panni whispered. “Emotionally. Mentally. Life got too heavy for her.” Jinyan listened—really listened—eyes fixed on her with intensity and care.