Sentence Of Deception Novels & Stories

It was a heartbreaking testament to the damage he had done, the wounds he'd left on her soul. I began gently, my voice laced with the sincerest empathy "you were not foolish. You were manipulated by someone who mastered the art of deception. Someone who exploited your trust, your innocence. You were not at fault, Rima. You were a victim of a monstrous man’s deception"

"And your ribbon isn't in my room." The lie came easily now, after so many others. He had become skilled at deception out of necessity, at saying things that were the opposite of what he felt or believed. But this lie felt different, more personal somehow, because it involved something that was precious to both of them. Through the door, he could hear Deborah's sharp intake of breath. He could imagine her face, the way her sea-blue eyes widened with shock and regret as she realized what she had said. She was probably berating herself for the thoughtless comment about basketball practice, for forgetting about the scandal that had cost him his position on the team.

He looked drawn, but utterly focused. ​He didn't make excuses. He read the short, concise statement, his voice devoid of the usual arrogance, thick only with painful truth. ​"I, Damian Richard, take full and absolute responsibility for the deception regarding the two wills and the manipulation of the Board," he confessed, the cameras flashing mercilessly. "I used fear and half-truths to force the resolution. Furthermore, I admit that I exploited the profound personal tragedy of my former marriage, the termination of our pregnancy as a necessary strategic element to motivate the final actions that secured Richard Holdings. It was a failure of character, for which I offer no excuse."

"So, you're now admitting your guilt? You fooled me years ago, and now you fooled me again. And I'm sorry? Are you stupid, huh?" Eyes dark, he stepped closer. I was unmoved and looked at him boldly. He's on my territory, so there's nothing for me to be afraid of. "I did not deceive you," he insisted. "No? What is that? Another lie again? Fuck you! Fuck you, asshole! Don't make a fool of me! You just wanted to get even. You want that, right? You're mad at us so you killed my mom and you also tried to kill me!”

Looking back now, I realized that the woman he truly wanted as his lawfully wedded wife was Yvonne Quinto. I used to think that I was the happiest woman in the world, but now, I knew that our love was filled with nothing but deceit. It was just a lie he made up to protect his beloved Yvonne. Chris caressed my belly gently as if wishing that the IVF embryo transfer was successful. "We'll give up if we fail again this time. The process has really been hard on you." He looked at me worriedly and changed the topic.

I said, my voice pleading, hoping to convince him. “Confused me? I’m Aiden Hayes. Do you think I look like everyone else?” His tone dripped with mockery. “Or maybe you thought getting close to me would lead you to a free pot of gold.” That mocking smirk flipped a switch in me. Consequences no longer mattered. “Enough!” My voice rose, sharp with anger. “I’ve explained the situation, I even asked for your forgiveness, but clearly, you’re not here to listen. I’m leaving.”

I had to let on nothing about the robbery, the new car, or the cheating. ​"Yes. My friends," I said, offering a tight, weak smile that felt like a lie. ​He returned the gaze, his expression unchanging, then finally took his hand away from my elbow. ​"And how are they?." He asked, burying his hands on his pocket. “They're okay, thanks”. I smiled. Out of nervousness and exhaustion, I turned to walk away with an apologetic look. “Wait, Kylie! Your keys!”. He yelled.

“I never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

She still cursed herself for what she’d done at the gala. A notification blinked on her screen, pulling her back. A failed report. A minor technical error, on the surface—but Emma knew better. In her world, there were no innocent mistakes. She instantly recognized the employee’s name: the same one who, unknowingly, had become the key to sabotaging the M&S–Carter deal. The same one whose negligence had opened the perfect breach for her to make her move. Now, as executive secretary to the president, it was her role to address the failure. Speak to him. Maintain the facade. She couldn’t reveal her hand. Not yet.

His eyes narrowed till I couldn't see the whites of his eyes, "I don't trust you and I know you're not who you're pretending to be. But don't worry, angel, I won't embarrass you by divorcing you. The only way you are leaving this marriage is in a body bag." Of all the threats I'd received that day, his was the one that made my body tremble. It wasn't a threat given in anger or with purpose. It was simply a statement of fact. I would be a fool to think of betraying Roman with his words hanging over me like a cloud of doom. Unfortunately, I was already betraying him by impersonating the real Sofia and I would have no choice but to play Russo's game to hide Sofia's betrayal. This was really the