Novel & Cerita Six Years One Big Lie

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

He had been lying to her for four years, and now he was instantly changing the public's perception. Kieran, ecstatic, took Haley’s hand and gave it a quick kiss on the back. "Honey, what are your thoughts on those absurd internet rumors? Isn't that absurd?” Grinning, Haley motioned for him to give her the microphone. Kieran brightened. "I love you," he whispered as he leaned in to give it to her. “You're capable of this." Goosebumps appeared across Haley’s skin. She moved forward and grabbed the microphone. She took a deep breath and looked calmly over the crowd.

Six years Later. Six years since Kei carried me into our bedroom and laid me on the bed, our bodies and souls finally bound as one. Six years since our lives finally became peaceful. And somehow, in that quiet, my son has grown into an eight-year-old who still believes the word 'no' is simply just a challenge. "Knox. Give it back." "No." "Knox, I'm not asking." "I want it." "That isn't yours." "It is now."

Six months he’d let me believe every emergency was temporary. Six months of lies. I laughed. A short, broken sound. Because what else was I supposed to do? Six months. “Oh my God.” Cole’s hand found mine under the table. Steady. Warm. Grounding. I held on tighter than I meant to. Dad looked miserable. Good. For once, good. Because I was tired of being the only one carrying the consequences. “You lied to me.” “I was trying to fix it.” “By doing what?” His silence told me everything.

The man who had stolen my memories and hidden me away for six years was watching me with an expression I couldn't read. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I want you to go too, Adrian. And I don't want you to come back." "But the children…" "The children will be fine without you. They were fine before you came into their lives, and they'll be fine after." I met his eyes, and I let him see the fury there. "You lied to me for six years. You let me believe I had no family and no past. You made me dependent on you, and you called it love."

“You were outside my study tonight. Don’t insult me, Wren. I could smell you on the door.” “I was walking past.” “You were listening.” Two strides and he has my collar in his fist. “He took something off my desk. I want to know what you saw and I want to know what you told him.” Here’s the thing about six years. Six years teaches you the truth costs less than the lie, because a lie has to be maintained and the truth only has to be survived. I open my mouth to tell him I saw a ledger, that I don’t know what’s in it, that I told the Alpha nothing at all.

“I thought my cover was blown. I've been hiding it for years.” “How many years?” Lia hesitated. There was almost guilt in her expression when she answered. “Is fifteen years too long?” Nihan's eyes widened. “Fifteen years?” Lia gave her a sheepish smile. “That's more than half your life!” “I know. But it didn't become serious until after college.” “That is still a very long time.” Nihan sat beside her and immediately winced when soreness shot through her body. Lia noticed. “Are you alright?”

I had abandoned my old life, my family, and everything I once knew. I couldn’t let him discover the truth now, not when I had spent years making sure he would never find out. I had spent six years building a life around a lie I knew would catch up with me one day. Alex turned his head slightly, his jaw locked with restraint that six years must have taught him. “So that’s what it is,” he snarled. “You disappeared for six years and built a family with someone else.” “I didn’t leave you for anyone,” I replied.

Everyone envied me. They said my mom was like a wish-granting fairy on the other side of the world. An electronic reading pen. A pretty little dress. A new backpack. Whenever I made a wish to my mom, whatever I wanted would arrive from abroad within three days. Grandma told me my mom washed dishes in foreign restaurants and worked illegally, risking everything just to keep that little hope alive for me. "Your mom's only wish is for you to study hard and do well." The year I got into college, I saved every scholarship dollar I'd earned and bought a plane ticket across the ocean. During the eight-hour flight, I imagined reuniting with my mom countless times. I'd throw my arms around her

On Valentine's Day, Callista Vance and I were supposed to meet up. However, she never showed up. I waited all day until nightfall and tried calling her, but she never answered. Then, her childhood friend uploaded a new post. In the photo, Callista leaned against his shoulder, looking coy, while the matching rings on their ring fingers gleamed conspicuously. His caption read, "I finally gave Callista the ring I'd promised her as a child. A childhood dream fulfilled." I didn't call to confront her. I simply liked the post and commented, "Hope you two last forever." But as I was leaving, Callista clung to me, her eyes red. "You're the only person I'd marry."