Sentence Of Deception Novels & Stories

“He wanted me afraid of losing you and afraid of angering him at the same time.” Raymond let out a slow breath through his nose. “And it worked.” “For a while,” she said. The correction was small, but it mattered. Mr. Greene stepped forward and placed the page back into the file. “That context changes the sentence substantially,” he said. Raymond did not look at him. “Does it?” “Yes,” Greene replied calmly. “Standing alone, it suggests deceit. Paired with coercive messages before and after, it suggests pressure.” Tricia looked up quickly.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction." ― Criss Jami His dark piercing gaze glided upon her like a warm silken cloth, tickling her senses as his eyes moved from her head to toe taking her all in at once and Mahi felt an odd tingling sensation passing through the back of her neck, which couldn't be entirely termed as unpleasant.

Just when Celine was on the verge of being out of her mind in the extreme desperation to prove her point, something strange yet expected happened. Sebastian decided to break his silence. "What do you want, Athena?" Calm and collected, no waver in his voice or no sense of remorse nor any sign of anger— Deceitful. Just utterly misleading. In a way that could divert anyone to sail far away, get vanished in the waves of the sea and not reach the shore they desired. He knew the art of deceit. He knew how to turn the truth into lies and present the lies as truth— A man of cruel art that he used to tear us apart.

The words hit me like a slap, leaving me gasping. “As it stands now.” He continued, tilting his head, his tone casual in its cruelty, “You’re found guilty of every crime you’ve been accused of. Fraud. Conspiracy. Trafficking. Attempted murder. The list is long, darling.” His eyes glinted with cold satisfaction, “And the least sentence you might scrape away with is life imprisonment.”

“I told you! It wasn’t a gift, not like that! ” “Ah, yes. The sentimental locket.” His lip curled into a sneer. “A touching story. One that plays beautifully into the narrative of the wronged woman, doesn’t it? Perhaps you collaborated on the tale? Fed it to the tabloids together?” “No! How can you even think that?” The injustice of his accusation stole my breath. “I would never—” “You would never what, Angel?” He was towering over me now, his presence suffocating. “Lie? Deceive? You’ve been living a lie since the moment you agreed to my proposition. Why should I believe this particular deception is beneath you?”

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

I knew I had betrayed his trust but the truth was going to come out someday - nevertheless. "He was my boyfriend," I replied, looking up at him. He stood still, shaken to the marrow. Then like a joke, his voice rippled out a devilish laughter. "Was? for how long?" He put in. "Three years." He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are 24 years old and you do not act like the professional trained assassin that you are. How then will you be able to handle Tyler Skyler? Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be his secretary in our supposed revenge-plan and no one should know who you are?"

said Eric. I took a really deep breath as soon as I entered. It wasn't Nicholas, which made me quite happy. Even though I am a terrible investigator, I enjoy it. We questioned the poor thing. After an hour of stressful questioning, we charged him even though he had a bullet wound on the back of his shoulder. It didn't matter to me whether he was guilty or not after I persuaded Eric that he was indeed our guy; the court is there for such nonsense. I left and said, "Since we are finished here, I'm returning to my place and please don't you every try to call me."