Numbers Don't Lie Novels & Stories

He grew complacent, dodging work with excuses, content to let me carry the load. As the business expanded, it needed more capital. I poured in all my savings and borrowed from friends and family to keep it thriving. I never complained, believing we'd build a good life together. At our wedding, Dale had vowed, "I'll make it big one day and earn enough to take care of you. I'll stick by you till we're old and gray." But long before we aged, his promises shattered. He always assumed I was the one who couldn't conceive. In truth, I'd lied to protect his pride.

Their leader—a broad-shouldered man named Danco—held a torn sack of grain above his head like a trophy. “This is watered down!” he shouted. “Short by three kilos!” Cira hurried forward. “That’s impossible. Every sack was logged—” “Logged?” Danco barked. “Or modified? Dominion might be gone, but numbers still lie!” People murmured. Doubt swirled. Ethan pushed through the crowd. “Danco. Who gave you that information?” “No one gave it,” Danco snapped. “Everyone knows. Everyone’s saying—” “Who,” Ethan repeated.

I dialed a number I had memorized from a news report three years into the future. "Hello?" a gruff voice answered. "Mr. Hale?" I said, my voice low. "I know who is going to win the Southview Development bid next week. I also know your rival company is about to be hit with a massive fraud scandal. If you want that information, I want fifty percent of the profit moved into an offshore account in the Caymans." Silence on the other end. "Who is this? How did you get this number?" "A friend," I lied. "Do we have a deal, or should I call the other side?"

“That’s an unusual answer.” Adrian continued calmly. “Trust is dangerous in situations like this.” Daniel slowly understood. “Because trust can be manipulated.” Adrian nodded. “Yes.” Arthur watched him carefully. “Then what should we trust?” Adrian gestured toward the giant financial screen on the wall. “Numbers.” Ryan muttered quietly, “That’s definitely a Daniel answer.” Daniel ignored him. Arthur turned his head slightly toward the screen. “And what do the numbers say?” Adrian spoke clearly. “They say the current financial system will collapse.”

Blake noticed my expression and hurriedly ended the call, then quickly explained, "I lost a bet to Victoria again. Her dog's been a little depressed. That toy was just to keep it occupied. "Oh, don't be so petty, Helena. It's just a toy." 'Just a toy.' Lily would never play with it again. As he spoke, he pulled a black card from his wallet and tossed it toward me, his tone casual, almost dismissive, "Buy whatever you want for Lily. Ten, a hundred–it doesn't matter. No limit on the card. Consider it compensation for you both." I looked at him and laughed. Then, I slowly reached out and picked up the card.

Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. My phone buzzes before I can spiral further. Unknown Number. I stare at it for three full seconds before answering. “What now?” A soft chuckle slides through the speaker. “You answer my calls very fast for someone pretending not to like me.” “I answer because I like knowing who’s disturbing my peace.” “Mm. So defensive.” I lean back in my chair. “Do billionaires not work anymore?” “I’m working right now.” “Harassing me isn’t work.”

Valerie "I will let you publish it." My words loud and clear. "But I don't want mine or Aiden's name to be revealed. As much as I would like to destroy, him I don't want to. He was better than Drew, and even if he was a jerk? at least he told me the truth. You will write about him, but not reveal his name, just like mine, and to make the story better and bring more destruction to Drew's so clean image. I will give you the non-disclosure agreements that he had his mistresses sign. However, I would like to know one thing, Arnold. How can I trust you? What if you are one of Drew's men and all you told me was a story." He smiled.

Laksh responded to the knock on the door. Laksh smiled as he saw Swara. "Welcome Miss Gadodia," Laksh said. Swara just smiled in reply. "I know it's too personal to ask you, but may I ask you why you are conning four days after seeing the vacancy?" Laksh asked. "That.. Sir.. I..." Swara stammered. "It's okay if you don't want to say. Anyways you are a gold medalist. Twice. I can't find a single reason to not appoint you," Laksh said.

"Congratulations—on raising someone else's child." With that, I turned and walked away. Behind me, Silas erupted into a hoarse scream. "Impossible! That's impossible! Ariana, you lied to me—you lied, didn't you?! Ahhhhh! Come back! Ariana, come back!" His voice grew weaker and weaker, likely drowned out as the police restrained him.

“Give me your number.” I scoffed at his words. I should give him my number? He must be dreaming, “I won’t.” “Give me your number.” “I won’t,” I repeated while standing my ground. “So you won’t give me your number?” “No, I won’t.” “Say that one more time.” He had a threatening look, but it had nothing on me. I said I wasn’t giving him my number, so I won’t. “I am not giving you my number,” I said without stuttering. He chuckled and kept his phone.