Novel & Cerita Orange Your Lie In April

Lily’s pov I felt some sharp pain in my ribs coming from Osiris, so I mindlinked him to check if he was okay. I knew he was going to see the prisoner. “Osiris are you hurt? I just felt some pain” Osiris sounded like he was fine, although his tone was very business-like “it is already healing, the prisoner tried to escape. I will explain later.” I was just showing April around “it’s really beautiful Luna, I can’t wait to start. I have some ideas on how we can improve your business.” I smiled “thank you April. I’d love to hear your ideas, but we have to keep prices low. I want the paintings to be available for anyone to buy.” April nodded “I will see how much you spend on making the painting a

I wasn't sure why but it was impossible without surgery. I could see the two girls eyeing some teenagers on the dance floor with approval. Gracefully they slipped from the booth and glided over to them. The four boys on the other hand practically had their eyes glued to us. Who could blame them? The three of us had curvy figure and Louise and Ana definitely wore clothes that emphasised all their feminine curves. "Apparently you called?" Louise flirted settling her eyes on a brown haired Moroi. "We wanted to compliment your performance just now. That was amazing," he grinned. "I'm Dan."

I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no name, just a profile picture of a kitten. When I clicked on the profile, several selfies of Monica immediately filled my screen. Their chat was sickeningly sweet. Monica: "Reynold, did you enjoy it in the office today?" Reynold: "My little temptress, you're driving me crazy." Monica: "Reynold, how about we do it in the car tonight? We haven't tried that yet!" Reynold: "Sure! Anything you want!" Monica: "Reynold, I really want that newly released designer handbag ."

Ashley did too. She panicked. “Why isn’t the car moving? Is something wrong?” She questioned. I forced a smile, “I’ll figure something out.” My phone alarm rang making us jump despite the tension. I picked it up and slid the cancel button , only to see 1:04am. It was pretty late. She leaned in. “Start speaking, what was that about? Damian Cooper claimed that you were his,” Ashley protested. I tried to deny it, “no. You heard it wrong.”

Lucky I chose him. Lucky I prepared him. Lucky I found him a wife that fits into the strategy. ⸻ Jasmine Ito. ⸻ That wasn’t his move. That was mine. Positioning. Alignment. Leverage. ⸻ And yet… He stands there like he orchestrated it. Like this was all part of his design. ⸻ I stop at the table, resting my fingers against the edge, gripping it slightly. Because beneath the surface— There’s something else.

As long as Violet is in the room, he isn’t winning anything. “I have, long and hard. My answer remains the same. I don't want you back. You're a coward and a piece of shit who's conspiring with my mother behind my back.” Levi shakes his head. “Claire, it isn't like—” “Don't sugarcoat it, darling, it is exactly what it is,” Violet interjects. “We conspired, and we came to the agreement that your decision doesn't matter. You two are getting married next week, and that's final!”

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

After putting fresh flowers down, I turned around and said with a raised brow, “Didn’t we agree that you’re getting Giselle’s company? I’m getting half its value in cash.” Displeased, Ceris leaned in and whispered in my ear. “But what if I want you to be mine in return?” I didn’t give an answer, neither agreeing nor declining. Whether I could commit to her was a question for another day. Life still went on. Tomorrow would be another day. Maybe one day, I might find the courage to give marriage another try. -END-

The photograph appeared on a Friday morning. Paul had chosen the timing deliberately — a Friday, because Fridays had a particular quality in the news cycle, a moment of transition when people were paying attention in a different way than they did mid-week, more receptive to things that surprised them, more likely to share what they found. Sophia had agreed with the reasoning, which was how most of their decisions worked — he proposed, she stress-tested, they refined together until what remained was something neither of them could find a flaw in.

I wore a striped dress with flats, applied a bit of lipgloss, and styled my hair into a ponytail, I glanced at my reflection one more time before I exited the room. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Andrew sitting at the breakfast bar with a huge stack of pancakes in front of him. I looked at the lady who was falling over him. She’s Sarah the delivery girl from Amee's diner, she was shamelessly flirting with him, her cleavage almost popping out of her shirt which was never normally undone like that.