Novel & Cerita Stella Alonso Twisted Lies

Belle announced, pointing first at Leone, then at Gia. “Don’t talk nonsense, you cheap girl! Leone would never do something like that!” Stella spat, refusing to accept the truth laid bare before her. "I'm not lying! He contacted me earlier, saying he had a new job for me. It was supposed to be easier since I didn’t even have to seduce that man—he was already unconscious when I arrived.” Belle’s voice grew sharper, her irritation fueled by Stella’s insult. "Belle, stop this!” Leone interrupted. “I know you’re upset because I’ve been ignoring you these past few days, but don’t make up stories that will lead to misunderstandings,” he added.

The fight had been a great fight leaving Derek and Damon with few of their men on their side while the other team had Klaus and a fewer army and a young girl who shortly emerged from the woods. Emma. "That fucking witch tricked us." Damon snarled, gritting his teeths in anger while staring at the traitor's face who had a smile on her lips. "Are you working for him? Derek asked the traitor, pointing at klaus. "Oh no, I don't work for him Derek, i work for someone greater than him, I work for the god of darkness, Lord Voldemort." She stipulated, putting more emphasise on the word "Lord Voldemort".

I practically bolted down the road, heart hammering so hard it hurt. Back inside the apartment, the quiet was suffocating. I clutched Delilah’s phone like a lifeline, her smiling face on the lock screen twisting my stomach. “You idiot,” I whispered under my breath. “You trusted the wrong person.” Stella had lied about everything—her name, her story, her past. She’d walked straight into Delilah’s home, knowing Delilah wouldn’t recognize her, and Delilah, with her soft heart and guilt-ridden soul, had taken her in without question.

"Can I join the discussion later, then?" "Of course babe. Just leave me alone for now. Thank you." I stated. "Your majesty." Stella bows down before me and smirked. "So, let's be honest once and for all. Who are you?" I stated seriously. "I am Stella Grant legal guardian of Timothy Stark bastard son of Alaric Sinclair and Aliza Stark. Hand maid of Aliza Stark. Sex slave of Alaric Sinclair. Bed warmer of Arthur Stark." She replied proudly. "Why did you lie to me?" I asked.

"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?”

Stella was going to say, but he cut in, turning his raging attention towards her. “What do you take me for, Stella? A fool? You think you could come in here, provoke my Luna, fall at the sight of me coming back into the room, and expect me to believe your complaints?” Alpha Killian snarled as he glared at Stella, who immediately looked shocked. Her plans didn't work, and he still trusted me even after what I had done to him. “She hit me, Alpha Killian! She did!” Stella tried justifying herself, standing erect at this moment.

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.