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I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her inquiry. I cleared my throat and read her question aloud, allowing her to hear the words directly from my lips. The laughter escaped my lips naturally, not mocking, but as a genuine reaction to the misconception she had carried. "Aurelia," I began, my voice tinged with amusement, "I never hated you. It was a misunderstanding, a misconception that needed to be clarified."

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.

Adrian said one evening as I scrolled through the latest batch of vitriol. “I can’t help it,” I admitted. “It’s like I need to know what they’re saying, even though I know it’ll hurt.” He sighed, pulling the phone from my hands and setting it aside. “Isla, these people don’t know you. They don’t know us. Their opinions don’t matter.” “But they’re not just opinions,” I said, my voice cracking. “They’re accusations. Lies. And no matter what we say or do, people will believe them because it’s easier to believe the worst about someone than to see the truth.”

he murmured softly, rubbing my back gently, “it’s going to pass.” “No, it won’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head against him, “the internet never forgets, Diego, they never do, this is everywhere now, everyone has seen it.” “They will move on,” he insisted quietly, though his voice lacked full conviction, “people always do.” I pulled back slightly, wiping my face with trembling hands. “They’re already twisting everything,” I said, my voice breaking again as I grabbed his phone and scrolled. There were more comments, more lies and narratives. I clicked on a link someone had shared.

Seconds left scars on my tongue of disappointment; To deny it was to deliberately put salt on that wound. “Who says murderers are also liars?” Edim asked, not taking his eyes off my face. she asked. I hadn't heard the one who said it, he wasn't just standing in front of me as a murderer, he was also my enemy. "When the power of truth hurts, you fill your tongue with denial."

I wanted to tell him the truth , but his girlfriend was there and I think he understood that when I looked at her and then to him before I answered. “ Needed a fresh start” I simply state – I rather not make up a lie which only leads to more lying , eventually I was bound to get caught up in them. He smiles at me in a mischievous way , as if he knew I was lying and that he knew something that I did not. “What do you think honey?” he asks Penny , which made me stroke her chin with her fingers before she says something that confuses and shocks me.

Raphael continued gently, “don’t teach your heart to lie, or eventually it will lose its ability to recognize the truth. If you lie long enough, you’ll start believing those lies yourself, and sooner or later it will destroy who you really are.” Aidan finally lifted his eyes toward him. “Then what should I do?”

he said. "Then stop irritating me" I retorted. "Liora—" "Stop your bullshit" I said. I was done listening, done being patient, done giving people endless opportunities to lie. "What do you know about my secret?" I asked again. Rio's expression immediately became confused again and it looked real, which was annoying. "Nothing" he said. "Stop lying." "I'm not. I don't know what secret you're talking about" he replied. I stared at him and he stared back. The frustrating thing was that he looked completely sincere.

His hand ghosted over the edge of my arm but didn’t quite touch, “It’s not a line.” I let out a humorless breath, eyes fixed on his reflection instead of him. “I don’t care,” I snapped, the words slicing out of me before I could swallow them, “What else? What else have you lied to me about? What else have I been too stupid to see?” my gaze hardened on the mirror, locking onto his, “Say it now. All of it. Because I swear, Adriano, I’m done with surprises.” He slid both hands into his pockets, shoulders loose, eyes flicking away for a beat before they dragged back to mine in the mirror.

I said, “I want you to retract everything you said last night. All the lies, the rumors, the bullshit you’ve spread. And Damien, you’re undoing whatever manipulation you forced on him. You take back every word, every claim, every bit of this deception.” Her eyes flashed with anger, but she refused to look broken. Instead, she straightened, lifted her chin high, switching her tone. It dripped with mockery, slow and deliberate. “Oh, Mikaela,” she said, tilting her head, “you think I’m scared of you? You think you can just shut me up, silence me? You think you can stop me from speaking the truth?” Truth? Is she for real? “Cut the act, Lydia! We both know this isn’t the truth. We both know every