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“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

I noticed how the ringer was still set to silent—he must have muted it while entertaining Kayla. "Victoria, I didn't mean to ignore you," he said hurriedly. "I—" "Wow, you keep such a close eye on Zach," Kayla cut in, her voice dripping with faux innocence. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "A man needs a little freedom, don't you think?" "Thanks for the advice," I replied coolly. "But some men—no matter how closely you watch them—you'll never know what they're really thinking."

asked Lily in an investigative tone. “I wasn’t feeling quite well” I lied looking away from her. A clear white lie! It was written on my face. “Oh really?” asked Lily while raising her left eyebrow. “That Ira girl is sweet” I said trying to change the topic. “Yeah. She is too sweet to be true! Everything she says is perfectly coated with sugar, honey and maple syrup. She is a damn weird one” said Lily in an irritated tone. Lily just hate fake people. She is like a people detector. She is ‘LILY detector’ who detects fake people.

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

There was clear dissatisfaction and disdain in her eyes. Just when I thought this one-sided matchmaking session was about to fall apart, Yuvan's mocking thoughts suddenly rang in my ears. 'Benjamin is the 99th marriage candidate Kayla's looked at, and he's the ugliest one so far. If she picks him, my chances will be much better. No matter whether it's looks or talent, I'm miles ahead of him. He's just a spoiled rich kid living off his family. That's exactly the type Kayla hates. Once they're married, she won't even spare him a glance.'

Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy. "That's everything I need. Thank you, Mr and Mrs Cartelli. And congratulations." "Yes, congratulations," the officiant added. I smiled at them as they exited the room, none the wiser to the real situation at hand. We'd completely lied to two people of importance about our love for one another, and it felt like I should be put into a jail cell right away. Or slapped. "Wonderful job, Rosanna," said Leo, once they were gone. "I almost believed you'd had some warning." His smile was sweet but edged, as he glanced at my father.

Someone in the crowd remarked, "It's impressive that a young woman in her 20s has gone to such lengths to learn traditional pottery." "Maybe we've been too hard on her. Perhaps, as she said, she's just trying to fit into the Campbell family. After all, she's only an illegitimate daughter and probably fears being cast out." "If it were just for a day or two, it could be faked, but this account has been active for eight years! Even if it's all an act, we can't deny her effort."

I blurted out, the words bitter on my tongue. Raymond's Expression remained impassive, “Elena, not only are you a terrible dancer, but a miserable liar,” he said, a twinge of seriousness in his voice. “Show me your hand!” he commanded. I paused, I knew I was up with the lying game. He was good at detecting my lies. Hesitation flickered across my face before I spoke, “Promise me you won't create another scene,” I whispered, locking my eyes with his gaze. Raymond's jaw tightened for a brief moment, but he eventually relented with a stiff nod.

Hello dear readers and subscribers, thank you all for your comments and support. I have decided to make this chapter free as a New Year’s gift to you all. Happy 2022! Kayola sneaks cookies And a bottle of milk Into her lover’s cell He ravenously eats them But that’s not all He eats tonight!