Novel & Cerita Numbers Don't Lie

Chapman said, "In the event that I don't bite the dust, I'll even wed you!" Chris jeered and said, "I was tricked by these b*stards and thought it was 2, yet later I understood that there's a number that shows up less as often as possible. At the point when we began reviling, the recurrence of this number seems higher all things considered. Consider it. Our folks should watch the live transmission at the present time. They won't hurt us. They should be making an honest effort to let us know the right response, so this number is the response!"

Their eyes are on me, waiting for a word, a gesture, anything that tells them which way this will go. “You know what they say, numbers don't lie,” I say, my voice low and deliberate. “People do. If you want me to believe in this deal, don’t bring me pretty stories. Bring me proof.” The silence that follows is so sharp it could cut glass. One of the senior partners clears his throat, tugging at his tie like it’s choking him. I lean back in my chair, stretching my shoulders, hiding the fatigue pulling at my muscles. God knows I haven’t slept properly in days.

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.

My blood turned to ice. The numbers on the screen matched the manipulated figures from the anonymous email perfectly. If he continued, he would be presenting a lie. It wouldn't just be a mistake; it would be securities fraud. Lawsuits, prison, the total collapse of the Sterling legacy—it was all right there on the screen.

AUTHOR’S POV Maya was good with numbers and enjoyed every twist and turn they brought. But one thing about numbers was that they couldn’t lie. The truth would always lie in the total. “Are you certain?” she asked the accountant. “Yes, these were withdrawn just a few weeks ago, but there has been no new stock income or anything that shows they had been used for a purchase,” the man replied. “Fax me every information that you can find,” Maya hissed, walking out of his office.

He said, stretching out his hand for a shake. “I know you to keep your words Fabri and you wouldn't start from today to go against your principles” He said, assuring himself more than he did me. “I'm a Man of my words, a Made Man never goes against his principles” I finished and Bruno acknowledged with a nod. “So the bids?” I queried “Five lucky numbers” He grinned, sashaying the entirety of his braces. “16, 20, 38, 46, 100” He finished, nodding his head in affirmation of the numbers he'd only just called

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

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

he said. "Something like that," I said, forcing my hands still. "Some numbers that don't add up." "Numbers always add up," he said, a small, knowing smile at his mouth. "It's usually the people writing them down who lie. If the math feels wrong, stop looking at the surface and start checking what's actually underneath it." He leaned forward, arms crossed, smelling faintly of cold air and cedar. "You're a smart woman," he said, quieter now. "But you have a habit of looking at a locked door and assuming it's not meant for you to open. Trust what you're actually seeing. Not what someone told you to see."

Poplov finally all but growled out. “You have nobody to blame there but your own arrogance and fool-heartedness,” the stranger said simply. “My daughter is ruined in the eyes of the public! She’s in a convent! I lost my status in court! I’m losing money because no one wants to be associated with the name Poplov! It’s all because you convinced me to do that stupid kidnapping!” “I didn’t convince you into doing anything you didn’t already want to do. I only gave you slight affirmations, and you agreed. I gave you everything you needed to succeed-- Really, how can I be blamed for the planning going awry?”