Novel & Cerita Stephen Tell Me Lies

“Few months.” “The clothes. The phone. All of it.” “Yeah.” I let out a breath that sounded more like a laugh. It was not funny. “You’ve been doing this the whole time we were failing at regular streams?” “Pretty much.” Silence sat between us. I could feel my pulse in my throat. Stephen suddenly looked smaller than usual, shoulders tight, eyes flicking between my face and the floor. “You gonna tell people?” he asked. “Why the hell would I tell people?”

He thought at least Lorraine deserved to be found and buried by her family. he knew if Jasmine had found out what he did, she would hate him forever, and he couldn't bear the hatred especially from her, so he lied and continued walking until he reached the van that accommodated him, Stephen, and Jasmine. Once they entered the van, Stephen smirked at Jasmine before he spoke, "Seems like your husband is coming to the rescue," he said as Jasmine glared at him, "Shut the f**k up, Stephen," Austin said as Stephen smirked at him, "You seemed to be enjoying her company, Austin, I bet she wouldn't like to hear about what happened to sweet ole' Lorraine," he said as Austin tensed up and Jasmine's eye

The recording began. For several seconds Stephen could barely speak through the panic tightening around his throat, but eventually desperation forced the words out of him in broken pieces as he begged shakily into the camera, his voice cracking harder each time he mentioned his family. “Please… please just let me go,” he said tearfully. "I didn't do anything to anybody.” Sebastian stepped slightly into the frame then, though not enough to reveal his full face. "That's exactly why this works," he said quietly.

I shot upright so fast that water splashed into my eyes and nose. “What the fuck?” Stephen couldn’t possibly be serious. Bold of him to assume we were ever getting back together. “Miserable, I know,” Hera said. “It’s barely been a day since I left Chicago and he’s already spinning stories.” I huffed a breath. “That man has an impressive talent for embarrassing himself.” “It’s been happening for a while now,” she said lazily. “According to Reed, Stephen’s nearly fallen out with the rest of his family.” What—

she said in her sugary voice. Macie shouldered past me on her way out, sending me sprawling to the floor. I crashed down, tears streaming uncontrollably. Adrian loomed over me, tilting my face up to his. "Liliana, this little scene? It's nothing compared to the hell I went through. Remember the divorce papers I got in jail?" I was drowning in tears, but I had to try one more time. "Adrian, I swear I didn't know about those papers. It was my mother—"

"That you've been screwing my fiancé behind my back? That you've been lying to me for God knows how long?" Jake moved toward me, arms outstretched like he thought I'd let him touch me. "It just happened," he said, pleading. "It was a mistake. I didn't mean to hurt you." "A mistake?" I laughed, the sound sharp and bitter. "This isn't a mistake, Jake. This is betrayal. You destroyed everything." The room spun, I stared at the floor, the shards of glass from the whiskey bottle catching the low light, I felt numb and unable to move. My stepmother stepped forward, her voice low.

I leaned back in my seat and added, "I'm giving you a chance now. Say the magic words. Break up with me. Don't worry. If anyone asks, I'll tell them that you were the one who dumped me so that won't hurt your ego anymore, right? Now, come on, say it. Say we're done so I can finally go home and sleep."

Darien paused, as if anticipating her question, his gaze falling to the floor. He dropped his legs, smiled at her, and nodded, preparing to answer her question. “I… I am not who you think I am,” he explained, his voice barely above a whisper as he scratched his scalp awkwardly. “ There is something I have not been truthful about, but I will not tell you what it is until the time comes. We have only just met, so I do not think it is a good idea to start spilling such personal information. It is up to you to decide whether you should trust me in the meantime."

She replies causing Derrick more confussion. "I'm lost. "Derrick confesses and Lisa shows off one of her simple but complex smiles. A smile that hides a lot of message but at the same time tells alot of story. "Never mind. What's your story? "She questions him and he tenses up a bit. He takes a deep breath and decides it's high time he shares the problem that's been eating him up slowly and painfully for three years now. "Well... Three years ago, I... "He begins to speak when Lisas phone cuts him off by beeping. She looks at the screen and turns to Derrick.

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