Tell Me Lies Evan Novels & Stories

How had everything changed already? Evan's plan was like a dream-like bubble that had been burst by reality's needle. He'd lost everything. This plot twist had come so suddenly that he didn't even need to tell anyone what had gone on inside his heart. He didn't want to let anyone know how he felt; he even had to lie to Simon. It was ridiculous. Telling the truth would be even more so, though. It was out of the question. So, Evan gave a cold laugh. "So, stealing your bro's woman is fair game now? I can't believe Gideon actually did that. Watch out, Simon. I might steal yours one day. See if you're still laughing then."

It was a piece of my soul going into every one of my creations and no one seemed to see that. Evan parked his car in the driveway behind his parent's car. "Do you need a lift in the morning to work since your car is in the shop?" He asked. I was barely managing to keep up with my lies. I hid my car from Evan because the front bumper was a little banged up. "No," I blurted and he had a confused look on his face. "Okay..." He dragged out. "I already made arrangements with a co-worker." I slid out of the car in a rush to go inside before I told more lies.

"I believe you'll find the footage quite illuminating." The hallway went silent. The weight of the evidence seemed to physically crush Sienna, who began to tremble. Evan looked like he wanted to melt into the floorboards. "We'll take it from here," the Enforcer said, his hand dropping to his cuffs. "Wait!" Evan scrambled forward, his voice high and frantic. "Can we—can we talk about this? Privately? Officers, give us a moment? Please?" The Enforcer looked at me. I nodded once. I wanted to hear what kind of desperate lies were left in Evan’s arsenal.

I screamed, more shocked by Lyra’s acting than anything now, “Evan, she is lying to you! She’s staging this, look at her!” His eyes didn’t even flicker in my direction. Not even a single, fleeting glance. He turned his back to me and started cradling her in his arms while his other hand searched his pockets for his car keys, “Evan please, she staged all this. I did not touch her, I did not even - " “SHUT UP!” Evan looked me in the eyes and roared, I flinched, and the world froze around me, Lyra kept on trying, but I wasn’t going to stop until he knew exactly what happened.

The three of them looked conflicted. After a long pause, one of them finally spoke. "But deciding all three of them are fake just based on that feels a little shaky, doesn't it?" Seeing my expression darken, they hurried to explain. "We're not doubting you. We just need stronger evidence. Otherwise, with what we've done, we could really end up in prison." Rebecca even pointed at my so-called brother, Keith. "He looks a lot like you, too. Just not much like your dad."

--- I returned to Evan’s penthouse, my heart pounding as I stepped inside. He was waiting. Sitting in the dimly lit living room, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a knife in the other. I froze. "Evan?" He smirked, running a finger along the blade. "Do you know what I hate most in this world?" I forced myself to stay calm. "What?" He stood slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Liars." The knife gleamed under the chandelier, and then he took a step toward me. "I know when someone is lying to me."

And not just any family, but the Morris? If this thing is true, then why did he lie to me? Why did he hide it? I shook my head, unable to believe his words. “What did you say, Evan?” I muttered. Just like me, everyone in the room was so confused and shocked. Evan was from a middle-class family; he could barely afford to feed himself during college. I remembered giving him some of my allowances for survival. How can this be true? How? “You?” Melanie gasped in shock, then repeatedly muttered his surname.

Evan sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to continue keeping Jenny in the dark. Fortunately, he'd already prepared before he came, so he wasn't entirely at a loss. "I lied to you." Jenny furrowed her brows but didn't say anything; she just listened silently. "I wasn't doing honest work abroad. Instead, I hung out with some people and established a certain reputation for myself after a few years. That was how I managed to get some men to work under me," Evan explained. He thought it wasn't technically wrong for him to word it that way. He did hang out with someone abroad; it was just that this "someone" happened to be a mercenary leader.

“That location was off-record. Encrypted. Only four of us knew it.” Adrian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Someone’s leaking information. And they’re in this room.” Everyone froze. I felt Ryan’s gaze shift to Evan. Evan stiffened. His expression, usually so unreadable, cracked just slightly. “I didn’t tell anyone,” he said, voice low. “I swear on everything I have left.” But something about the way he said it… the hesitation, the quiet tremble in his tone—it didn’t sit right.

“I handled it. Aidan and Ethan are dead. I took them out myself. Now let me see my mother.” Don Gustavo scoffed, his tone dripping with doubt. “Dead? You expect me to believe that? I want proof.” Evan leaned back against the car seat, the leather creaking softly. “You’ll get your proof. I’ll send you their coffins, bodies inside. Is that enough for you?” Don Gustavo paused, the silence heavy. “You’d better not be playing me, Evan. Deliver them, and we’ll talk.” Evan ended the call, his thumb pressing the screen hard, his chest tight with the weight of the lie. The car hummed along the dark road, streetlights flickering past, the driver silent in the front.