Tell Me Lies Evan Novels & Stories

"I will wash this and give it to you later." Evan rested his back on the chair, scratched his cheek. "I don't hate you. I am upset that you are lying. I just want you to see the effect of the lie you have told. Honestly, I was hurt for Grace when I learned about it from my colleague. I am working part time in the manufacturing of a car owned by Zach's grandfather. That's how I know about it. Don't worry about the handkerchief, you can have it or throw it." "I will keep it. Thank you for talking to me. I thought you hated me, Evan, but I was wrong. I need to go now." I smiled at him, but it wasn't reaching my eyes.

“Okay… um, I have a secret.” “Let’s hear it,” I said, keeping my tone light. Evan glanced down, avoiding my eyes. “Remember when I told you I didn’t see the face of the woman Uncle Arlan was with?” Somehow my heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression calm. “Yeah, I remember.” “Well…” He hesitated, his small hands gripping the blanket tighter. “I lied. I did see her face.” “You did?” I asked gently. Evan nodded, his voice growing quieter. “Yeah.”

She felt like she had been given an undeserving chance at life and decided she wasn't going to spend even a second trying to understand what happened those years back. The door flew open and Manuel, accompanied by Dr. Tony and an unfamiliar man who looked to be in his early thirties walked into the living room. Manuel went over to where his wife was seated and kissed her on cheek before plopping down beside her on the sofa. Tony greeted the women in the room and immediately delved right into introducing the man who stood beside him. "This is Easton Blaine," he divulged. "He will be Adelina's therapist while she continues her out-patient therapy here."

Liam widened his eyes in shock. “Damn, Evan. You are safe with him.” Vincent muttered, but I just twitched my lips. Evan wasn’t lying. His mind can’t think of anything else other than research and experiments. “Why would I lie to you?” Evan answered annoyingly, taking chairs around the table. “Then…. What did she say?” Liam asked curiously. Evan pouted this time. “She splashed hot curry on me, giving me blisters on my face and neck.” Liam’s eyes widened in shock.

As if determined to tear away the last of the pretense, I reached out to touch that red mark. But Trey suddenly stepped back and instinctively tugged his collar up higher. "I got scratched by a branch on the way back," he said calmly, then pressed his lips tight. I lowered my gaze and dug my nails deep into my palms, using the sharp sting to push back the burning in my eyes. When Trey lied, the corners of his mouth would tighten ever so slightly. It was a habit he hadn't even realized he had. He was lying to me. "Is it serious? Want me to dress it for you?" I asked.

"You got mixed up in something like this, ruining your own health with your reckless behavior—and now you're trying to pull me in too? I'm your best friend!" For a moment, I couldn't even process what she was implying. It wasn't until I caught sight of Andy standing behind the officers—his gaze filled with doubt, a trace of disappointment on his face—that it hit me like a thunderclap. I pointed at Chelsea and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! I've always followed the rules. I've never been involved in anything illegal!" But Chelsea calmly pulled up a series of documents and chat records on her phone. Every page was filled with so-called evidence of my involvement in illegal activities.

Emily entered the car, I didn’t need to hear the conversation. I already knew enough, She had lied to me. She had gone to see Lucan, and who is he to her by the way? Why did she have to lie to me? I turned to Jonathan, he also watched the screen confused. “Tell Emily I need to see her in my study now.” I left the security post to my study and waited for her. When she finally came in, humming softly like she hadn’t done anything wrong, my patience nearly snapped. "Emily," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, but my voice still came out harsh.

But now… everything was changing. “I can’t believe this,” Evan muttered, his voice low and heavy. He looked at Lyria, eyes hard. “You knew. You knew my mother was working on some stupid petition. You knew she’d use your father’s connections, and you didn’t think it right to tell me as my fiancée?” He didn’t shout. But his voice held the crackle of something breaking underneath. It wasn’t just about the petition. It was about the betrayal, the quiet deception, the way everything was happening around him like he was just a puppet being led along.

He doesn’t say anything, but his presence is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. When Sabrina starts lying, really lying, my stomach twists so hard I have to grip the arm of the chair. And then she says it. The baby. The lie so big it feels like the air is sucked out of the room. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t... Evan’s hand finds mine under the table, squeezing once. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “We knew she’d go low.” But not that low. The PR team signals him. It’s time.

His heart pounded as he whispered, “Then show me.” It was the boldest lie yet. And Evan believed it. - That night, as Adrian lay in bed alone, staring at the ceiling, he pressed a hand against his racing heart. He hated the duplicity, hated the sick feeling of pretending to want what he despised. But it was working. For the first time, Evan had left without resistance, trusting that Adrian would stay put. Which meant Adrian had a window. Soon, he would take it. But for now, he had to keep lying. Because lies were the only thing standing between him and complete captivity.