Six Years One Big Lie Novels & Stories

Selena stared at Dylan. “Why did you lie?” His question still hung between them. For a moment, she couldn't speak. Then she laughed nervously. “Dylan, are you seriously questioning me over a number?” His eyes remained on her. “You were very specific.” “I was remembering something from six years ago.” “You said seven hundred fifty thousand.” Selena reached for his hand. “Maybe I remembered it wrong.” Dylan didn't move. “By six hundred thousand dollars?”

I’m busy with work. Tears streaked down Connie’s cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup, and Alessia winced at the clownish sight. ‘It’s been six years,’ Connie continued, her voice quivering with raw emotion. ‘But everything I’ve done is just a joke to him. He doesn’t love me. That night six years ago, you lost a boyfriend, and I lost my dignity.’

Then I returned to cooking, reminiscing about how I first met Liam. He was one of the heartthrobs back in college, while I was just one of those girls who blended into the background. No one would notice if I was gone. I never planned on falling for Liam, but it just happened. I had attended the party of the year, hosted by the “Big Six”—Bryan, Liam, Daniel, Richard, Eric, and Maya. Five handsome guys who had been friends since high school, and one girl. The Big Six were the most admired people on campus. Even though it was five guys and one girl, the group was still called the Big Six—and Maya was drop-dead gorgeous.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

he replied, his voice low. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Six years? He'd been lying to me for six long years? I recoiled, feeling like I'd been struck by lightning. "Oh my God, Uncle," I said, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. "You had no right."

Lilian Quinn sat in the back of a taxi, staring at her phone. The I*******m post was still there. Still viral and still destroying what little remained of her life. Comments now numbered in the tens of thousands. News outlets had picked it up. Her name was trending. Her secret, the one she’d guarded for six years was now public knowledge. Lilian Quinn can’t have children. Never could. Lied to her husband for six years. The taxi pulled up outside her apartment building. Their apartment building. Hers and Everett’s.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

They wanted to destroy his marriage, and they were always one step ahead. ​As Alex slipped the defaced photograph into his pocket, his phone buzzed with a new anonymous text message. It contained only one chilling sentence: ​"The first lie wasn't told on your anniversary... it was told six years ago." Alex's heart skipped a beat. Six years ago was the exact year Camille had left for Europe. He slowly lifted his head, a heavy question hanging in the silence: What happened six years ago that no one ever told me?

After Yvonne Preston's childhood sweetheart, Oliver Emerson, hits someone while drunk driving, she gets on her knees and begs me to take the fall for him. "Ollie's father saved my life. Can't you endure this for my sake? Once you get out, we'll get married." I nod with tears in my eyes, only to discover after entering prison that my two-month sentence has been turned into six years. I attempt to retract my statement, but all I get in return is a brutal beating. "We've been told to keep a close eye on you. Who the hell do you think you are? You should take a good look at yourself before you start thinking you have a chance with Ms. Preston!" I'm beaten until my eyes are red and swollen,

When the bank notified me about the insufficient balance in my account, a renowned venture capitalist, Julian Cregger, announced that he was searching for the benefactor who had lent him 30,000 dollars worth of startup funds during the winter years ago. Apparently, he was offering a reward of ten million for that good Samaritan. I immediately responded to it. After all, I couldn't come up with next month's rent. So, it wouldn't hurt to try my luck. … At the banquet, Julian's assistant, Luke Middleton, fired two questions at me. "Back then, what had been used to hold the money?" I tried hard to remember. "A black plastic bag, maybe?" He frowned at my answer. "What did you say to the ma