Stella Alonso Twisted Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I got it from your ex boss, Landon. That time when that incident at the club happened... "So when you rape me then?" Stella cut him off with a nod and Davis sighed. "I didn't rape you" "And I'll appreciate it if you stop lying to my face because I'm not three years old. If you didn't rape me then what did you do?" Stella's eyes were burning with anger as she stared at him. "I've told you countless times that I was drugged just like you," he sighed. "So as drugged as you were you ordered people to tie me up and-"

ALTON That was my fucking blood! So much blood that was oozing from my arm! My face turned pale when I found Rafaella flashing me a devious smirk. It sent chills running through my spine. No! No! No! This can't be happening to me! My world slowly crumbled down as I fell on my knees. I regretted raising my hand on her and somehow forgetting that she wasn't an ordinary woman but a princess that has the privilege to do anything to protect herself from being hurt and I am no exception!

, Stella heard her and smirked. As the time was passing, her greed was also growing and she was not at all apologetic about it. She needed a huge amount of money to do a photo shoot. But she couldn’t ask Jordan for that huge amount of money. So she started stealing money in small amounts so that Jordan couldn’t notice it. But, obviously it was not unnoticed by Mrs. Alves. She didn’t mind Jordan buying gifts for her but for some time, Mrs. Alves noticed Stella’s weird behavior. For instance, Mrs. Alves noticed how she always lied about her expenses. She always spent more than what she told Daniel. She never talked to Mrs. Alves nicely. Whenever Mrs. Alves tried to talk to her, she always look

Bianca’s cracking voice tore through the room. I couldn't understand it. How was she able to tell so much lies with a straight face? “Why the hell are you lying? You know I didn't poison your food!” I snapped, my body trembling from the tension twisting my insides. “Dominic, do something about her! Punish her for stealing our joy!” Stella snapped, pointing a finger at me. And with that, Dominic stepped forward, his tall muscular frame that used to comfort me now sent shivers running down my spine.

“No. I’ve seen the cracks myself. My embargo has cut into the mafia’s finances. Lucien needs money, and without it, he is strengthless. This is the moment.” “Who is this spy?” Damon demanded. I hesitated, the name caught in my throat. Stella. I could not tell him. Stella was his mate by bond, the one who had rejected him for me. If he knew she was feeding me whispers from Lucien’s castle, he’d feel more than betrayed. He’d never forgive either of us. So I swallowed the truth and said nothing. Damon leaned forward. “I trust you, Alpha. But don’t start wars based on the words of shadows. Strength is not so easily measured.”

Kyla muttered out, inhaling sharply. Stella looked at her in confusion and asked, “what do you mean?” Kyla chuckled lowly in pain before leaning over her shoulder. “You can come in now,” she said, not sparing Stella a look. As the door barged open followed by Liam and the detectives rushing into the room. “You lied, you bi**h!” Stella cursed out looking at her, the look of betrayal plastered all over her face. “Miss Stella Anders, you're under arrest, we have a full confession of everything you just said and we would advise your full cooperation,” one of the detectives said before turning to nod at Kyla.

snapped Stella, who couldn't understand Angel's casual answer. "Everything happened so fast, Stella. Why explain what happened," Angel said again, changing her lying position to sitting. "The police said you were drunk. Is that true? But as drunk as you were it wasn't this fatal, it's strange that you're the queen of alcohol," said Stella, still with her hands crossed. "Queens can be wrong too," Angel chided again.

“Not many go there willingly.” “I don’t have anywhere else,” Stella said quietly. “Suit yourself.” Trees lined the winding roads, summer leaves just starting to crisp. Every bend brought her closer to the place she swore never to see again. “You were the nanny, right?” the woman with the yarn asked suddenly. Stella stiffened. “Excuse me?” “Greenman family. I saw your face on the news. Said you seduced that Alpha.” “I didn’t.” The woman gave a small shrug. “Didn’t think you did. Men like that… don’t need seduction.”

My hands were shaking now, not with hesitation but with rage so violent it made my vision blur. For the first time since I had known Stella, I felt nothing but disgust when I looked at her. Every lie she had told. Every moment Elena had suffered because of those lies. And the worst truth of all— I had been the one standing beside Stella while Elena was left alone. “Stella Rossi,” I said slowly, my voice low and lethal, “you make me sick.” I turned toward the door. My men were already waiting outside. “Take her,” I ordered coldly. “Throw her out of this hospital.”

Even though the woman's face never enters the frame, Stella would recognize that sweet cadence if she were reduced to ash. The horrifying, world-shattering truth crashes down on Stella, stripping the air from her lungs. It was all a lie. Luna had meticulously, cold-bloodedly orchestrated her own downfall! Clutching the device to Stella's chest like a physical lifeline, a manic sense of hope finally pierces through her despair. She has the proof. She can finally shatter the intoxicating illusion blinding the men of the Vane family.