Rumah Tangga Penuh Kebohongan Novels & Stories

That she and Noah were just two people sharing a house, nothing more. She could do that. She'd been pretending her whole life. What was one more lie?

"I'm pretty clumbsy though so it isn't a surprise." "Make sure to be careful next time." Tori's Dad nodded, seeming unconvinced. "Will do." I murmured, "My folk's are renovating the house at the moment so it's been pretty cluttered at the moment." I was just burying myself in lies at this point. Lying about my relationship with my family. Lying about my house. Lying about my bruises. I reminded myself it'll all be worth it once I graduate and move the hell out. All of the lies would be worth it in the end.

"Then, explain what REALLY happened, Mama!" "He said he bought a fancy house, but it turned out it was second-hand! How shameless to brag about living there. He even plans to bring us to his cheap house. Maybe his dog’s house is even bigger than the one he bought. He ruined our family. He yelled at me… humiliated me in front of so many people."

The cottage belonged to my mother's family and was offered to us out of pity after my father lost all we had to gambling, booze, and fast women. Per my father, the story my relatives received wasn't the truth. A bundle of desperate lies, naturally of course, concocted by my bastard father, claiming an accidental fire burned our home in Scotland to the ground, as my mother explained when we showed up one cold, rainy night unannounced on my grandparent's doorstep. We were all filthy, our clothes tattered, starving, and without a single shilling among us.

That is so freaking lame! Everyone was stunned for a moment. Nobody was speaking, and they all looked stunned. What? They bought it? His family bought his lie? Of course, they did! They always back him no matter what because if they won’t then there will be no food in their table! I can’t believe he was trying to cover up the truth and what he fucking done! All of his family is an idiot if they believe him! I laid out a very detailed fact and there’s no way in hell that my words sounded like a lie!

Someone in the crowd remarked, "It's impressive that a young woman in her 20s has gone to such lengths to learn traditional pottery." "Maybe we've been too hard on her. Perhaps, as she said, she's just trying to fit into the Campbell family. After all, she's only an illegitimate daughter and probably fears being cast out." "If it were just for a day or two, it could be faked, but this account has been active for eight years! Even if it's all an act, we can't deny her effort."

He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments. Back then, I thought we were in it for life. But it turned out to be his scheme all along. "I already rented a place for you and the boys. It's only temporary. You've always been so supportive, honey. You'll back me up this time, too, right?" His tone was light and casual. He didn't even sound the least bit guilty. "Where exactly did you rent?" I asked. "A basement apartment across town." He said it as if it didn't matter, as if shoving his wife and kids into a rundown place wasn't a big deal.

“Hey babe, can this wait? My shift’s over in like an hour.” “Sorry, I’ll be really quick.” I emptied my underwear drawer into the suitcase with zero organization. “A pipe burst in the apartment above mine or something, so I have to move out for a few weeks.” Lie number one thousand in my increasingly complicated web of deception. “Oh shit, is your stuff okay? Do you have insurance?”

He asks me back laughing a little. “What’s with the baby thing huh?” I ask. “Well, I did not say anything wrong, we actually have a baby in the house----well, it’s a big so, I didn’t actually lie even to the name of the big baby.” He answered. “Even to the tantrums? Nah, I didn’t lie to that because the big f*cking baby of our house is already home 20 mins ago.” He said. “Wait—what? Blood is already home?” I asked and he nodded.

"There are too many people here. Let's go outside." "Who needs to hide from the public eye? It's you!" I wrenched my arm free, my face burning red, and screamed hysterically, "You and Mom and Dad—working together to deceive me! Telling me the family went bankrupt, that we owed money, telling me you were testing haunted houses! "But in reality? They were traveling abroad, and you came home every day to relax! The only one suffering all this time… was me!" My control snapped. Tears poured down my face.