Novel & Cerita Tell Me Lies Evan

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.

he whispered as I watched his world collapse. "She was lying the whole time." Nik growled. Evan fell to his knees with a whimper. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I just served Lilly to them on a platter. This is all my fault." Evan cried. POV Lilly

I was waiting for the chefs to bring in the food, but now I had no appetite because of him. "August," Evan called from behind in the hallway. I stood still and waited for him to either catch up or speak. "Are you still feeling down?" he asked with concern. "No," I lied. "You know that I can tell when you lie," he said. I turned and faced him seriously. What did he want from me? "What exactly is your deal, Evan?" I asked simply. "Not too long ago, we talked and I believed you would get better and move on from what you're feeling," he answered.

Then, what will happen to Mika's fate if Jake's words are true? Jake started the engine and drove the car. “By the way, Lilya's expression was funny, wasn't it?” Jake glanced at Syila who snorted. “It's a pity for her, that she can't see her future husband's face before they get married. Plus he thinks Evan is an old playboy, ugly, fat, perverted, and so on. Very far from the real Evan, who is actually really good like an angel.” “It's really strange that rumors could come to that, but Evan has never appeared in the media, actually. What often appears is Chris, his accomplice.”

“He does it with Grandma too.” That broke something open in me. Children didn’t dramatize the truth. They just blurt it. I kissed her forehead and stood. “Finish up, okay. I’ll be right here.” When she went back to her work, I picked up my phone again. Me: If this is about Lily, say it. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Evan: I want to see her. My chest tightened painfully. Me: You walked out. Evan: I didn’t walk out on her.

Now, looking back, it was clear Max had bribed them all, orchestrating this elaborate charade. "Mom! What are you doing?" Evan rushed toward me in a panic. He wasn't mature enough yet, and I saw the flash of fear in his eyes—the terror of his deceit being uncovered. "Dad is already dead. Let him rest in peace. Don't disturb him," he urged, his voice shaky. "There's no peace to be had for the dead," I replied calmly, not bothering to expose his lies just yet. Evan froze, clearly taken aback by my indifferent tone. He had expected a different reaction, one filled with the same blind sorrow from before.

My glare says it all. "I see that I'm not going to get any truth out of you like this, so how about this, I say some stuff about me, and you do to?" he offers. "You're not interesting," I reply. "Now, that isn't nice. But I'll still proceed. Alright?" he says with his grin. Silence. "I am an agent of the British Secret Services, and I-" "Obviously. I'm not an idiot like you." "-and I'm Evan. One of the best of them all," he says as he puffs his chest with pride.

The lie is so thick, so toxic, that the very air seems to have become unbreathable. — Come, Evan says, guiding Jade towards the sofa. Let's sit down. Maybe it's time for you two to have a real sisterly conversation. He gives me a discreet nod, indicating I should join them. I comply, my legs trembling, and sit across from them. For the next twenty minutes, we all play out a surreal scene. Evan directs the conversation with diabolical mastery, making us repeat the details of his lie until they seem real. He invents a professor, gives a name, describes interactions that never happened. And with each detail, I see Jade believing a little more.

"I understand that you're mad at me but I told you, I didn—" "Stop." I pulled my arm away and took a step away from Evan. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I know you did this, Evan. Stop lying to me." Evan heaved an agitated breath, loudly. "Fine, I did. Is that what you want to hear? I only did it because he is not a good guy, Jasmine! I'm looking out for you. I don't want him to—try to pull something." My body was close to trembling with frustration. I narrowed my eyes. "Tell me what the deal between you two is, then."

And Evan managed to find the loophole he'd been looking for. "You don't know anything about him, do you, Mia?" Evan hissed, taking a step forward with his chest heaving. "You're bad at lying, Mia. I do know you." "I have no obligation to tell you," I replied, not to be outdone. Evan listened intently, searching for the truth in my eyes. "What do you know about him?" Evan demanded again.