Stop Lying To Me Novels & Stories

Something in me that had been holding very carefully since yesterday morning finally stopped holding. "Just quit," I said. He looked at me. "What?" "Quit." I crossed the hallway toward him and I could hear that my voice was shaking slightly and I didn't care. "Whatever this is, whatever you do for Don Adriano and the Vitale family, just stop. We leave. We go somewhere they don't know. I'll work two jobs, three if I have to, I'll finish my degree online, we'll figure it out, people figure things like this out all the time and we can too if you just..."

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

I froze. Dad turned from his papers and met my gaze. I forced a smile to conceal whatever was going on inside me. He’d be so mad if he knew. That, I was sure of. But I didn’t know what to say or do to keep up the lie any longer when his glare pinned me in place. So, I hurried toward him, crouched beside the couch, and rested my arms on his lap with a practiced smile. “Everything went just fine. The company is doing pretty well,” I lied, biting my lip hard and praying my breath wouldn’t betray me.

Pieces were starting to fall into place, not perfectly, not completely but enough to keep going. Kim’s words echoed in my head. "You’re going to ruin things if you don’t stop." Maybe but stopping wasn’t an option, not anymore. “I’ll stop,” I said quietly. The lie felt easy. But the truth was I wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t, not when I was this close.

Serene interrupted him with a smile, "Well, what can you do if I suspect you, Tessa? The university will investigate and dig out the truth." It would take at least half a month for the university to investigate this. There would not be enough time for Tessa. "Ms. Chord, tell me what I should do to convince you to rescind the report." Tessa knew that Serene was doing this on purpose. It would be better to confront her rather than go in circles. Serene played with her long nails nonchalantly. She did not even look at Tessa. "You disturbed my fun yesterday while shopping. How about this? Stand here and apologize to me loudly until I forgive you. I'll rescind the report after that. Sounds good?"

Like he'd been sitting there with the phone in his hand waiting for me. I am. You haven't told me to stop. I stared at the screen. He was right. I hadn't told him to stop. I'd told him it couldn't happen again. I'd told him it was work. I'd told him to be professional. But I hadn't said the one word that would have ended this. Stop.

And the second part of me is wondering how exactly am I supposed to stop something that Dane continues to set in motion. First of all, I thought I'd given up when it comes to fighting for him because I mean he is all of that, but I believed I can move forward. I'm lying to myself that I do not need it to work that I do not need us to work out but it is a very horrible life. And I'm tired of lying. I'm tired of saying this to myself. I'm tired of going back to what I said I wouldn't do. So right now in this moment, there's just a lot for me to undo. And I'm not going to take any of that very easily.

When that isn’t even a truth until it is confirmed, I decide to keep quiet about it. “I understand.” She says carefully. “What are you doing?” “I’m leaving.” “Leaving?” She sounds shocked. “You can’t just–” “Don’t try to stop me, Rachel. I’m done.” I don’t want to be rude to her but I’m at my wits end now. “I’m sick of the lies, the half-truths, the manipulation. I’m sick of all of you and I want out.” “But–”

“With the way it looks right now, it’s almost like I’m putting some kind of pressure on you. We can stop now, okay? I won’t talk about the things that happened between us anymore. I won’t tell anyone, especially my dad, that we had a thing.” Every word I spoke hurt and my heart felt like it was breaking in half. I was lying through my teeth. I didn’t want to stop at all. I wanted him more than anything. But I’d rather walk out now with some dignity than stay and have him tell me this was a mistake. I’d feel like a complete fool if he rejected me after I showed up early like this.

“Then we can’t be friends anymore.” A pang shot through me at her words. I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. For a moment, I considered doing what I had been doing all this time: lying, or coming up with an excuse, or using some outside factor as a distraction to get away. I’d done it so many times before that it felt like instinct by now. But I was so tired of lying. Especially to her. Maybe Colt was right. Maybe I was just as bad as Vivian ar times. But at least I could try to be better. And the first step to being better was to stop keeping everything bottled up inside until it exploded. To stop alienating the people I cared about.