Six Years One Big Lie Novels & Stories

The day my overseas assignment finally ended, I kept my return a secret from Marielle Knox and spent thirteen hours flying home. We'd argued only a few days earlier. Marielle wanted me to keep building my career abroad, but I was determined to come home and marry her. Even as I was about to board, she was still trying to talk me out of it over the phone. "Weston, don't throw away your future for me. As long as we love each other, it doesn't matter whether we get married." Hearing that only made me more certain. The moment I landed, I went straight to a jewelry store, bought a diamond ring, and called my childhood best friend, Chase Davis, to tell him about my proposal plan. A baby was w

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

I closely watched her movements, I knew she was definitely left some information out; I hated liars in as much as I told lies to keep me alive. "Kourtney, one word I love in this world is truth, once you're truthful you always get out of situations like this easily, but if you're a liar, you might lose your life in situations like this" I uttered picking up six nails; this six nails represented six minutes I used to realize that Kourtney never told me all that I needed to know. "What do-do you want to do?"

“Aww! I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Poor Monalisa.” As if jerked into reality, Lisa reached out for her glass and took a sip, her smile returning to her face. “Don’t be sorry, Belinda.” She refuted. “Your girl saw wrong.” She didn’t know when the lie slid off her tongue so smoothly. She scoffed inwardly. It wasn’t the first time she had had to lie for stupid Raymond’s sake and she could guess it would not be the last either. Loving the challenge, Belinda took a sip of her wine too. “How so? You were not there, were you?”

I pulled out a bottle of ice water from the fridge and sat down across from him. "Lance, my dad... he passed away when I was six. He was an engineer. One day, while inspecting a construction site, he was killed by a falling steel beam. Later, they found that there had been issues with the project's quality. The owner had pocketed a lot of material fees. Our family tried to seek justice, but it was always in vain. That owner just paid his way out of it. So, yeah, I hate rich people." - This was the first time I had ever shared anything about my family with Lance.

“Because that's kind of a hard story to believe.” I laughed, this time because I was nervous. “Yes. Why would I lie to you guys?” I continued lying. This was how people sank further and further into lies. For a moment, I imagined the worst. What if I push myself in too deep? What if it became harder to climb out of the lie and I just kept on going and going with it until I couldn't get up again? What if I found myself forgiving Alex all because I couldn't face the world as the cheated-on fiancee?

Julian couldn't believe it. He reached out and tried to tear the marriage certificate apart, but I dodged him quickly. His face contorted in agony as he pleaded, "Noelle, don't marry someone else. I'm begging you. Didn't you say you were going to marry me? "I know you're angry that I gave the VP position to Zoey. I was wrong—I'll replace her right away. The position is still yours, okay? "Don't be mad anymore. We've been together for ten years, and I can't believe you'd just leave everything behind and marry someone else."

“No! Well—sort of! It was for ...., well, I mean …” ‘Ughhh, I can’t tell him for friendship, then he’d know that riley and I are acquainted He tilted his head. “So... six figures?” “What?!” “Three? Five? Maybe ten million?” I choked on air. “SIX HUNDRED.” He blinked. “Thousand?” I shrunk in my seat. “Hundred. Six hundred dollars.” Ethan stared at me like I’d confessed to selling my soul for a pair of concert tickets. “You impersonated someone. Lied. Risked everything. For six hundred dollars?”

My dad anxiously tried to persuade me, "If he's upset, just appease him. What good can come from angering the Sullivan family?" I was so angry that my eyes reddened as I snapped back, "Does our entire family have to bend over backward to please him?" Five years ago, my dad's investment failed, so he ended up owing the Sullivan family millions of dollars. He cried and begged me to sign the marriage agreement to save him. After Xavier and I got married, my dad often said to me, "Now that you're married, take good care of Xavier. Do you know how many people dream of being a part of the Sullivan family? You've gotten lucky, so don't act like you're living a miserable life."

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk