Stella Alonso Twisted Lies Novels & Stories

"He had his reasons and no one here is going to turn on him just because of that!" "Aw, this is cute." Aldina poured, taking a few steps forward. "Look at you protecting your man. However, I wonder if you would continue to protect him if you knew what we’ve done behind your back. " I felt my heart drop as Leah’s back, which was facing me, tensed and then relaxed. Would she actually believe the bullshit that was coming out of Aldina’s mouth or not? "Cut the shit!" She snapped, causing relief to rush through me. "Why are the two of you even here?"

"The billionaire rogue? Cooper, are you drunk or high?" "No, Alpha, I swear—" "You're telling me that Stella—pathetic, worthless Stella—is secretly the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the world?" I'm still laughing, but there's an edge of hysteria to it now. "That's the best you could come up with?" "Alpha Grant, I heard it myself—" "You heard wrong!" I slam my glass down on the desk, whiskey splashing over the rim. "Or she's lying to her friend. Or you misheard. Because there is no way—NO WAY—that Stella Matthews is Victor Ace's' daughter."

She said to Henry, “No. She’s drunk. I’m taking her.” “Why don’t you ask her? Who does she want to go with?” Henry suggested. Angelina turned to Stella and asked, “You’re drunk. Shall I take you to your room?” “I’m not drunk.” Stella stood up straight. She stared at Angelina for a moment and suddenly hugged her. “I’m a good drinker!” Angelina was rendered speechless. She thought, ‘Do drunk people like to tell such lies?” She patted the back of Stella’s hand. “Okay, you’re not drunk, but it’s late now. Let’s go back and rest, okay?”

I shake my head, unwilling to listen to the truth behind her words because clearly it is all one big fat lie that she told these men to fit into their life. “Tell me then,” I state, ready for her to cut the bullshit and give me nothing but the good and honest truth. “Tell me that what that man said isn’t true. Tell me that you are not one of them. That you are not the mafia princess.” Stella pauses for a moment. She looks me up and down, slightly shaking her head. Her gaze comes back to mine and I can taste the sweetness of victory on my tongue. She knows that I have her caught. There is no escaping this confrontation that lies before us.

“Please stop, Alpha! Lucille had no faults! Her mate raped her! She was forced to give birth! Please! All of it happened without her consent! She was his slave, she was forced!” Stella yelled, catching his attention, stopping his expressions dropping for a second, turning to look at me in disbelief. Daniel stopped Stella, not wanting his mate to die by her words. Leonel narrowed his eyes at her, lost in her words for a few seconds, trying to register. Gasping loudly, I rushed and hugged Wendy and his darkness came back, scowling at my face. “Another lie.” He breathed out, tears glistening in his eyes. “How many secrets did you hide from me?” He asked and was about to attack us but a tackle o

Stella was trembling. Alex looked at her, “Now it’s your turn. Tell me, where did you get the idea that Mia is a thief? And where did you get the idea she is just a maid?” “I didn’t say this! Everyone here can testify for me.” Stella naively thought everyone would stand by her, but Alex looked at the crowd and said, “Whoever lies will taste what real pain is like. Now, who is willing to stand up and confirm what she just said? Who can confirm she didn’t intentionally frame my Luna?”

Sienna let out a slow breath through her nose. “And the potion story?” Luca asked. “We keep feeding it,” Stella replied without hesitation. “Just enough to make people question whether she manipulated them. It plants doubt. Doubt does the rest.” There it was. Clear. Calculated. Confident. “And Bianca?” Luca asked. “She’ll back whatever I say,” Stella answered. “She hates Callie enough to stay consistent.” Luca hesitated one last time. “And if they confront you?” Stella didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll deny everything. There’s no proof. It’s just gossip.” Marco reached forward calmly and ended the call. Silence filled the room. Thick. Complete. Luca slowly lowered the phone from his ear. No one spok

The world tilted before me dangerously. I had to grip the balustrade to steady myself. "Stop saying that! Antonio is my daughter’s father," I insisted, my voice cracking. "He died in a crash. The crash that I survived. Take your bullshit elsewhere." He shook his head, an almost pitying look crossing his face. "There was no car crash, Estella. You were in a plane crash on your way to the Amalfi Coast." "I'm not Estella!" I shouted, tears threatening at the back of my throat. "My name is Amelia Alvarez. And I don’t fucking know you. "

Her mouth hung open, and she looked ready to claw someone’s eyes out. I stood between her and Rhea, just in case she got any ideas. My brothers followed my lead, forming a wall between the two of them. “Anastasia, is all of this true?” Alpha Angus asked, turning to Anastasia. She looked like she wanted to stand up, but when she tried, she winced and sat back down. The pain did nothing to dull the fire in her eyes, though. “Of course, it’s not true!” she cried. “Rhea must have . . . she must have hired this guy to lie!”

she moved towards his ear and whispered. Stella : " I Left him .Since i had better options. Right My sugar daddy" licking his earlobe, he was all ready to believe her every word. Truth or lie .There was no doubt Stella got a godly figure. Everyone would fall over her sexiness ,Specially someone like Adolfo who was weak over his hormones. Adolfo :" Be a good slut for me and you will be in benefit always ." STELLA :" All yours " Adolfo was about to put a hand on her thigh but Michael stopped him .