Numbers Don't Lie Novels & Stories

I hung up and dialed Adrian right away. The phone seemed to ring forever before he picked up. "Adrian, you have to start my mom's treatment again. She's in a coma and can't last a second without the ventilator..." I pleaded, panic rising in my voice. Loud music thumped in the background as Adrian's voice came through—emotionless and merciless. "Consider this a lesson for trying to leave." "I was wrong, okay? I won't talk about leaving ever again, just please..." Then I heard it—soft, suggestive sounds from his end. "Mr. Jones, don't stop..."

But I remain rooted. “You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper, in awe at how natural it seemed for Lloyd to command the gammas. Lloyd’s gaze finds mine again. There’s something restrained in his eyes—something heavy and quiet. “I did,” he says. “They needed to be reminded.” I frown. “Of what?” He takes a step closer, his voice low. “That I am not beneath them.”

“That is not true.” “Then why,” Hargrove sneered, “do we have emails showing you communicating with Nathan Romano during this so-called romance? Why do we see your name attached to messages doubting Mr. Vitalio’s leadership?” Amira’s eyes widened. “What emails? I never—” Laughter from the far end of the table silenced her. “Always the same,” someone muttered. “They lie until they’re caught.” She turned again to Montez, desperation in her gaze. “You know me. You know this isn’t true. Say something. Please.”

His infuriating warmth. I never told Noah about his father. He grew up thinking his dad had died before he was born. I kept the lie tidy, out of protection. Out of pride. Out of pain. What could I tell a boy about a man who broke my heart and never came looking! Still, I kept Kenneth’s letters in a box under my bed. The love notes, the sketches he made of our future house, the blood pact we made when we were 19. We had cut our fingers open and whispered promises into the night. “Forever, even in silence.”

Mr Westwood's team look equally bewildered but maintain calm expressions on their faces. “Let’s talk numbers then. Your last quarterly growth report – care to explain the sudden dip? ”. Desmond’s eyes widened slightly. Courtney’s pen paused mid-scribble. Damian didn’t flinch. “Market fluctuations. We’re diversifying investments to counterbalance.” “Market fluctuations? ” I echo. “Or investor confidence?”. A muscle twitched in his jaw. I smirk inwardly. For the next thirty minutes, I hammer him with question after question — client retention strategies, revenue growth. Every answer he gives, I twist, reframe, and poke holes in. And every time, I saw him tighten up more.

Only after I saw a video on my phone did I learn that they were medical supplies James had donated to the countryside. Then, my phone rang. It was my doctor. He sighed regretfully from the other end. "Ms. Jennings, you don't have to come now. Mr. Jennings gave the orders and said you're faking your illness, so no hospital is allowed to prescribe any medicine for you and waste any medical resources." But the doctor knew my condition. He had already promised to reserve the medication for me, but no matter how I begged, he refused to give in. In the end, he hung up.

"Mom, you've worked hard your whole life. It's time I let you enjoy life. I'm really sorry about everything." Seeing him crying so pitifully, I felt an ache in my heart. If not for the notification ringing in my ears, I might have been fooled by his harmless-looking act. "Ding! An empty promise has been detected. Calculating… Due to the debtor being bankrupt, an additional 100 thousand dollars will be added to the IOU. SMS notification sent to debtor." The phone on the table lit up silently, but Raymond, fully immersed in his performance, didn't notice at all.

Li, where's the honesty? The nurse was not ready to give up as she continued, "Then I can call you sometimes!" Li Jin didn't give it a second thought as he replied, "I never receive unknown numbers." Okay, he was not lying, he really ignores unknown numbers and this too had a history which dates back to the days when Qin Yue and Li Jin were new to work.

"I knew it. How could that little brat possibly be Jeremiah's daughter? You hussy! How dare you lie to me?" Chelsea strode over and kicked me hard in the gut. She put all her strength into that kick, and it hurt so badly that I coughed up blood. "This is what you get for lying to me!" I swallowed the blood in my mouth and looked at Colin. "Jeremiah has two numbers—one for public use, one private. Call the other one, and you'll know." Someone in the crowd egged him on. "Mr. Blanchard, what are you afraid of? Just call and shut this liar up for good!"

(Lydia's POV) Donald stared at me like I had lost my mind. His face twisted with disbelief, then pure contempt. "What rubbish are you spurting?" His voice came out so loud that the elderly couple nearby looked over again. "It was Nora who donated the plasma. Not you. Are you so shameless and desperate for my attention that you'd sit here and lie about something like that?" I let out a laugh. It was really hilarious to see how he's been fooled all these years and doesn't even realize it. “That’s the lie she’s been feeding you all this time?”