Numbers Don't Lie Novels & Stories

Emotions crashed into him with the violence of an avalanche. He was in denial. This couldn’t be real. Someone must have doctored the files. Someone hacked a hospital system. Someone wanted to break him. Someone wanted to…But hospital systems didn’t lie. The stamps didn’t lie. The numbers didn’t lie. And deep inside him, in the quietest place of his heart, he knew.

I let out a bitter laugh. “Do you have one billion dollars? If you do, I’ll step forward and declare you innocent.” “You’re extorting me!” Bella cried. “So what? You deserve this. You love controlling public opinion, don’t you? Too bad this time, you’re the one experiencing it.” I raised my hand and lightly tapped her cheek. “This is karma. Every action has its consequence.” While the police collected evidence, Bella registered a new account to livestream again.

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

How had I become the one who lied? "I didn't lie to you. I simply chose not to bond with you. Is there a problem?" I said in an indifferent tone. He grew even angrier, but at that moment, he no longer had the courage to keep arguing with me. "Monica, I know you're angry, but do you know I waited for you for an entire day at the bonding ceremony?" I saw grief in Lawson's eyes. "So?" I asked. He took a deep breath and steadied himself before continuing, "Fine. Have you calmed down now?"

“Are you accusing me of falsifying data?” Gloss shook his head. “I’m saying the math doesn’t check out. Anyone can see it.” I leaned back, watching them. Gloss wasn’t wrong. Adrian’s numbers were too perfect, too optimistic. The investors might not have caught it, but I did. And Gloss calling it out without flinching, without hiding behind me, made something stir in my chest. Adrian forced a laugh, trying to recover. “Well, perhaps the assistant should let the professionals handle the details.”

"He what?" "He had a bet with his friends to knock you over for a few bucks. I'm so sorry, Liana." No. It was a lie. He would never do that. I hung up and called him. He didn't answer the first time. I called again, but he still didn’t answer. I tried the third time, only for the number not to exist. What? The number that just rang? I tried again. I was told the number doesn’t exist. I dropped to my knees. Tears filled my eyes as I realized the truth.

The foundation’s books sprawled before me in a chaos only I could navigate — digital ledgers flashing cold numbers on the screen, printed bank statements stacked in uneven piles, and handwritten notes I’d scrawled in the margins when something didn’t sit right. On the surface, it was clean. Respectable. The kind of numbers that would make any audit nod with approval. But numbers lie. People make them lie. And I’d been in this game too long to trust the surface. I traced my finger along a neat column of donations. Fifty thousand dollars from a “community outreach initiative” in Dubai. Clicked the source. No website. No registered address. The listed contact was a name I’d never heard of and a

It rang twice before someone answered. “Mr. Carter? This is Lucas Barner. I need to see you tomorrow morning.” After I hung up, I sat in silence again. My thumb hovered over a number I had not called in three years. Lincoln Barner. I stared at the name for five full minutes. Then I pressed back. No. I had promised I would not rely on my family. And I would not start now. I could handle this myself.

figuratively though. No freaking way! "I don't have his phone number" I replied with a satisfied smile. Thank God, lying isn’t against the rules... "Don't worry, I still have his phone Number. Pass me your phone let me put it in" Betty said amidst an evil chuckle... Bitch! I reluctantly gave her my phone and she typed in the number.

Neglecting to tell the truth still counts as a lie. I'M four episodes deep into my shameless N*****x binge, that has now migrated to my bedroom, when my phone lights up. It's face up on my old nightstand, and the number isn't in my contacts, but I recognize it immediately as the same one crinkled inside my purse. I hit deny, for the third time in the past hour. I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer.