Romans & histoires Tell Me Lies Carola Lovering

“How do you know I’m lying?” Carlo’s jaw tightened, and he bit out, “If you don’t love me, then why did you protect me in front of the police? Why didn’t you give them my name?” Lyla’s lips curled into a mocking smile—the same derisive expression Carlo had often shown her. “Because I despise you. I don’t want anyone to know I’ve had anything to do with you. You’ve ruined my life twice already. How could I possibly love you?” Carlo’s face turned pale, rage coursing through him like fire. “Enough!” he roared, flinging her face aside and spinning on his heel. Stalking toward the hospital, he shouted, “Where is everyone? Get over here!”

Liam looked at Carol with a smirk, before he looked at the chief and confirmed what the chief was saying, “Actually, the chief is right, I'm a Danvers, I don't just work for them.” Carol didn't believe him however. She glanced at him disdainfully, and she couldn't believe he was so shameless to even lie and pretend to be a Danvers. Guess he was desperate to get out of this situation that he was even willing to lie to do so. Turning towards the police officers, she lectured them, “What are you doing standing there, get him back in the cell.”

But, he's a good person, and he takes good care of me. She couldn't believe it. She, who had never lied before, was lying through her teeth now. In all honesty, she was impressed with her ability to form such an elaborate lie. "Is that all he is? He's nowhere near as decent as Harlan, the guy I found for you a while back," Carol remarked while pursing her lips. "Well, that professor doesn't like me, Mom," Calla reminded Carol. To avoid being pestered by Carol, Calla had previously told Carol that Harlan wasn't interested in her.

But that was a lie, and I had always been very bad at lying to myself. The laugh she gave when I asked about the boyfriend, I caught it. That half-second where her face did something involuntary before she smoothed it back over. I had watched Arianna's face for two years before she left. I knew what she looked like when she was afraid and trying not to show it. I knew the exact way her eyes moved when she was calculating instead of feeling. She was hiding something. The elderly woman, the boyfriend, was almost convincing. She had always been a careful liar. Thoughtful about details, but there was something underneath the story that didn't settle.

“You meant it enough to lie. You meant it enough to keep him in the dark and your fiancée, while stealing me from him.” Denver clenched his fists. “You told me you were happy that I had finally found someone to love, Marcus. You lied. Is there anything about you that’s real?” “Denver, I—” Marcus started, but the words faltered, guilt choking him. India stepped back, her dress whispering against the floor. “How long, Marcus? How many women have you been cheating with on me? How many lies have you told us?” Marcus’s voice was raw, pleading. “India, I love you. I do. Vanessa was hurt, and I was trying to console her when I became weak. I don’t want to lose you. I thought—”

"No. I love him. And everything I've told the police is true." "Thank you. No further questions." Rebecca stood. She was smiling. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. "Ms. Marsh. Or should I call you Ms. Clarke? Or maybe Christina? It's hard to keep track of all your identities." "You can call me Trina." "Let's talk about your history. You stole from your sister. Correct?" "That was a long time ago." "Answer the question. Did you steal from your sister?" "Yes." "You committed credit card fraud?"

Bro was unintentionally giving K-drama love interest. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, making me jump. Crap. I quickly looked away before he noticed I was full-on staring at him. “A-Amelia,” I stammered. Almost said my real name. Close call. Real close. “Who are your parents?” Sh*t. I couldn’t tell him my dad’s name. That was basically a GPS to my real identity. And my mom’s been gone for years. “A-Armando,” I lied. Yeah, that’s actually the name of our head security. But whatever, he didn’t need to know that.

Slowly but smoothly, the car pulled into the driveway and parked at a spot which was meant for vehicles which belonged to visitors. The car engine turned off and Maren took a deep breath, trying to contain the massive amount of anxiety she was feeling right now. What if he really was lying? What if they'd never met, and that was just a forged copy of the locket? But why would he lie? Just to get her? Or was he some undercover agent trying to ruin her? More importantly, who exactly was the man in particular? All these questions ran through her mind as she stepped out of the vehicle and headed with calculated steps towards the massive and elegantly designed building.

He had taught me everything I knew about leadership, honor, and loyalty. Would he lie about something like this? I turned to my mother. Her eyes were cold and analytical as she gazed at Cara. "I caught them," she said, her voice even. "I heard them whispering, laughing. When I entered, she was all over him." "No!" Cara exclaimed, her voice breaking. "Liam, please, I swear to you! I would never—" I took a step back. Why would they lie? Cara looked at me in shock, as if she could already see what I was thinking.

I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression. "Why? Isn't it true?! Nothing really happen, right? Now, tell me, who got you pregnant?!" "Have you forgotten about the party last week?! We made love!" "Love your face! Ha! Me? I guess you're with someone else that time. You were drunk then, weren't you? Don't fucking trick me, Hailey!" I shook my head. He's lying… I'm sure he is and he's just making a way to escape his responsibility.