Tell Me Lies Stephen Novels & Stories

Even if they were to cross paths, not in this form. "Aysel, what do you have to say about these accusations? My son claims you work in the Delham brothel. And your name is Catherine, which differs from the one you told us. This woman here also claims that you are her stepsister. So… what do you have to say about this?” Mrs. Lucinda inquired in frustration. Aysel was able to create a perfect lie in a matter of seconds. “Well,” she chuckled, folding her hands above her chest in pride. "This lady is lying against me because she wants to take my place as the family's daughter-in-law.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Jack sat up in bed, struggling to keep his fear in check. "You and Crystal are cut from the same cloth. You know her methods better than anyone—she won’t let you become a threat to her plans," Stephen replied. "I don’t even know her. Why would I mess with her?" Jack turned over in bed, presenting his back. "I don’t care who you are. Stop coming to see me." "I’m Stephen, one of the victims from that case you were involved in years ago," Stephen revealed, his voice calm but firm. "Back then, you were just pawns—there was someone else behind it all."

Stephen runs a hand through his beard and seems to be concentrating on finding the best words. "Apparently so. He wrote a letter earlier, but only the rectory knows the contents so far. They're waiting for him to recover before this goes public and takes on bigger proportions. The thing is… you and Loretta were closer to him Do you not suspect what may have been the trigger for him to reach this point of despair?” - Stephen asks, looking directly into my eyes and his gaze is like a freezing and intimidating chocolate ball. I take a breath before deciding whether or not to tell him about my suspicions.

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

When we finally stopped outside Stephie’s room, I turned toward him again. “Oh, and you should be the one to talk to Stephie about Glo. Stephie asked about her earlier, and I told her that Glo had gone back to her hometown. I know lying was wrong, but…” “But necessary,” he finished quietly. “Stephie can’t know the truth yet. Let’s keep it between us for now.” I nodded, my chest tightening again when I saw the sadness darken his eyes. When we entered Stephie’s room, we found her already awake.

Then I slowed it to half speed, staring at the screen without blinking. And in that fleeting moment, I finally saw it. I finally realized what had felt wrong from the beginning. Marc had lied to me.

"Who hit my sister?" The crowd fell silent. All the color drained from Viola's face. Her lips trembled, and a muffled whimper escaped her. Aaron's expression shifted from anger to confusion, then to terror. "That's impossible. How could she be..." He suddenly looked at me, his eyes red. "Eve, why didn't you tell me?!" He stepped forward and tried to take my hand. Even his voice changed. "Eve, I made a mistake! She lied to me! She kept turning me against you! I never wanted to break up with you!"

He snatched the letter from Sybil’s hand before she could react. “Sybil will do no such thing,” he said calmly. “I’m the one who asked Phoebe to write that letter. If you mention this to either of our parents, you’ll regret it.” Sybil stared at him in disbelief. “This is madness, Seth. She’s your stepsister. It’s forbidden.” Seth’s voice was ice. “It’s none of your business. You know what I’m capable of.” Sybil looked between us, furious, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.