Stephen Tell Me Lies Novels & Stories

she asked. Stephen laughed softly. "You can't really notice me because you're just staring at your phone as if waiting for a text. Who are you waiting for?” asked Stephen. Amber was a little surprised; she didn't expect Stephen to think that she was waiting for a text, even though Stephen was the one she wanted to text. "What? No. I'm not waiting for anything or anyone; I'm just looking at a photo," she lied. Stephen frowned. He didn't believe what Amber said, so he spread his palm. Amber wondered what Stephen wanted to happen. "Let me see that picture, too. I want to see what you are looking at and why you did not notice my arrival," he said.

Something’s bothering him, Fabe said to herself. “What is it?” Stephen offered her wine but Fabe refused, “Clearly, you didn’t came to chitchat, spill it out, princess.” Stephen emptied his glass and pour another round of rum. “How are you?” Fabe uttered seeing the worried look on his big brother’s face. “What? Me? I’m fine. Why did you ask?” “You’re not a good lier, Stephen. Something’s bothering you. Tell me.” Stephen stared at her for a moment and then shifted his eys outside the window. He was lost, Fabe can see that.

“They don’t tell you everything, Leo, they use you, they control what you see ” “That doesn’t change what you did,” I cut in, my voice sharper now. “You were part of it.” Grayson stepped in front of me instantly, his tone dangerous. “That’s enough.” Stephen raised his hands slightly. “I’m not lying. I didn’t know it was him. If I had known ” “If you had known, what?” I snapped. “You would have stopped? You would have suddenly grown a conscience?” “I already regret it,” Stephen said, his voice cracking. “You think I don’t see what this is now?”

“How dare you threaten me? “You should remain calm and think of your mother. “If something happens to her, you’ll be the one who regrets it.” I could not even say a word. After a long stretch of silence, I took a step back with a sneer. “John’s right, I’m a scammer. “Please don’t believe in any of my words. “To prevent any further damage to you, Richard, could you help call the police? I’m willing to turn myself in at the police station and bear the consequences for my actions.” John nodded smugly. He was very pleased to see me give in to him.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

"I'm your wife, and you're lying to me, keeping things from me? I'm seriously mad now!" I wasn't quick enough—she snatched the phone right out of my hand. Oh, no. That was it. She was gonna find out about everything. But then she went through my phone and suddenly burst out laughing. "So, this is what you were so worked up about?" Since I was already caught, I figured I might as well just come clean. "Yeah, you got me. So tell me—who are you really?" "I'm your wife, of course! You must be wondering about this text message. I was supposed to go on a business trip with Mr. Booth yesterday. But he got a call later and told me I didn't need to go. So, I came home early!"

I packed my things, and when he came home from work that evening, I told him I wanted to break up. He froze for a moment. Then, in that same affectionate tone, he coaxed me like always. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you, my Leah?” He pulled me into his arms, his fingers gently rubbing my earlobe. I stared at him in silence. His acting was flawless. It was no wonder I hadn’t seen through him before. But now, all I saw was deceit. “Paxton, do you love me? Or do you love Georgina?”