روايات وقصص ضمن Sit On A Throne Of Lies

Please, let me stay with you. After a long moment, I replied in a calm and distant tone, "You don't have the right to stay with me, Andrew. Everything you have belongs to Daisy, not me. Didn't you already make your will? "For years, I've lived in the lies you created. Do you know how much I hated myself when I finally learned the truth? I hated myself for loving you, for falling in love with the man who destroyed everything." Looking at the face I had known for 20 years, the one that had slept beside me for five, I suddenly felt no more hatred.

His face turned stone and cold, his usual composure completely shattered. "I can't believe you, Claudia." he said while shaking his head. "Is this some sort of your bitterness? Jealousy? Aren't you satisfied with your position in the company that's why you're up to this plan? Is this some sort of your revenge, huh?" See? He don't really see his wrongs. In the end, he will still blame me and will ignore my feelings. I fully know that Preston despised betrayal, whether it was in his professional life or personal relationships. He'd always had a strict rule that once his trust was broken, there was no going back.

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

“What play are you going against with whom right now? Creator of the lies and fragment of the original, Yin.” Giggling in amusement as he never fails to make Him feel that the throne that He is seating is the stolen crown from the God and the original that does not exist anymore, or does HE? He then laughs in a scripted kind of way as he claps His hand and gives him the answer. “The sin of seven.” Somehow brought him the excitement of having to play the bloody game in accordance to the chess game He is playing against an unknown, but perhaps HIM. He commanded him.

The kind that warns you something terrible is coming. Albert reached for a folder lying on the table beside him. Slowly, carefully, almost reluctantly. Then he placed it in front of me. My gaze dropped to it. The folder was thick, packed with documents, evidence, secrets, and answers. Whatever was inside had the power to change everything. I looked back at Albert. My voice shook. "What's in there?" His expression hardened. And when he answered, his words sent terror racing through me. "The reason your family has been living a lie for seven years."

" They all went quiet at my question. Their eyes told me everything, there was no shock there, just regret. Leaning on the table, I could not help but laugh. So, it was not just Sebastian who betrayed me. Even the members who went through hell and back with me were in on it. They were only there because they wanted something. If the family business was not on the brink of being gobbled up, they would not be groveling like that. They took turns defending Sebastian, making excuses for him. Sebastian himself was trying to butter me up, all humble and meek.

“Because he could’ve stopped it. Because he let his empire pick appearances over people. Because he made the choice that killed my sister.” That hit her hard. He’d lost someone too. Not some faceless villain—a person. “And you think a fake marriage fixes that?” she whispered. “I think leverage fixes things,” he said. “One public image, one private leak. Chaos, then cleanup. People bow.” A loud click from the door snapped both their heads up. Lucien stood in the doorway—coat open, hair a bit wild, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t come in. He didn’t have to.

I cackled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Rudolf! You're lying to me! You keep on lying to me! How long do you plan to keep lying to me?!" My hysteria left Rudolf stunned, his breath caught, frozen in place. He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was as if he sensed something yet lacked the courage to confront it, choosing instead to feign ignorance. "Rudolf! Sean fainted! Come over and take a look right now!" Vivian suddenly screamed.

He listened to their sniffles, their pleads, their curses but smirked in delectation as those shrieks brought him nothing but indulgence, he ran his tongue over his reddish lips, curved into a highfalutin ogle. A tenebrous chi stuffed the already dusky, Plutonian space. A darkened vide and mist strained him from head to toe, marrying his entire being with his black attires, sweeping the floor from where he sat on his throne, a throne he fought for, a throne that was rightfully his but was stolen from him.