Ten Years One Lie Novels & Stories

How much of her concern was really sincere? I lowered my head and noticed a small hidden compartment below the coffee table. Pulling it open, I found a stack of papers inside. As I focused on them, I saw that they were hotel receipts. The last one was dated October 13th, 1981—my very first day in prison. Back then, Xena was still crying, promising she would wait for me and that we would spend our lives together. However, in no time, she was in bed with her first love, Lucas Scott.

"Just now, Xavier called me suddenly, asking where you were tonight," my mom said. "I sensed something was off from his tone, so I lied and told him we had just been on a video call for half an hour." I hadn't expected Xavier to figure it out so quickly. But did he not even suspect that the person he loved the most had killed his mother? How would he react once he learned the truth? The thought of Xavier's eventual breakdown made me feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“You’re still a terrible liar, Elena. Always have been.” Those words rang inside Elena’s ears, bringing back memories from ten years ago that she had tried so hard to forget. Her father was right. She was a terrible liar, always had been. She couldn’t lie to save her life. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was just that she sucked at it. And that was exactly the reason why she hated herself at this moment. Because she knew that he saw right through her. She knew that he knew that she was lying, that she wasn’t here because she wanted to see him.

“Andrea, I can’t believe you’d make up such lies just to get me to come back. Do you expect me to believe this is human ash? The color is off, the texture is all wrong. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Where did you get these? Dog bones from the butcher shop? I’m telling you now, I’m not falling for it. I’ll never believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!” I stared at him with eyes full of tears and grief. In our years together, I had only ever lied to him once. It was two years ago, on his birthday. Peter, Helen, and I had planned a little celebration for him. However, Nate said he was busy and that he could not step away. Seeing the disappointment on his pare

Her words were like a key turning in a lock. All the confusion, the mixed signals, the painful distance from Liam suddenly made a terrible, heartbreaking sense. It wasn't that he didn't care. He cared too much—about everyone except himself. The weight of it all crashed down on me. Ten years. Ten years of longing and wondering, all because two people who loved him had been too afraid to be honest, and he had been too kind to break a promise. A new kind of pain filled me, sharper and more urgent than before. It wasn't just about Julian’s lie anymore. It was about all the wasted time. I looked up at Chloe, my vision still blurry. The question that had been burning inside me finally broke free,

He folded. "Why are you punishing the present with the past?" "You're really going to be this cold? Use me up and toss me out?" I let out a cold laugh. "No. You're the cold one. You used me first." He flinched like I'd struck him. He seemed to shrink. "Fine. I lied to you in the beginning. I was a piece of shit." "But in three years, everything I felt was real. You couldn't feel it?" I looked at his face.

"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!"

His voice dropped even lower, and he went on, "I know I was wrong. I'll give her money for the baby and cut her off completely. "From now on, everything I earn goes to you. You've always liked houses with yards, right? I'll buy a villa and put it in your name. We'll move there together." Every word sounded apologetic, yet none of it felt sincere. I met his gaze. "Liam Moore, it's only been an hour since I confronted you. You lied to me for ten years. How could you possibly come to your senses in one hour and suddenly have the resolve to cut her off?

When the kidnappers shoved a gun into Elena Vaughn's mouth and demanded ten million dollars from her husband, Julian Vaughn was busy with another woman. He focused all his attention on slowly zipping up Chloe Bennett's gown, without a thought for what Elena was going through. Julian only agreed to pay the ransom after Elena said through gritted teeth that the kidnappers might actually kill her. Soon after, a transfer landed in the kidnappers' account. Amount received: one dollar. Then Julian's ice-cold voice came through the phone. "Elena, consider this dollar your acting fee. "Chloe's having an asthma attack. I don't have time for your little show." The line went dead. Her face covered in b

The day my overseas assignment finally ended, I kept my return a secret from Marielle Knox and spent thirteen hours flying home. We'd argued only a few days earlier. Marielle wanted me to keep building my career abroad, but I was determined to come home and marry her. Even as I was about to board, she was still trying to talk me out of it over the phone. "Weston, don't throw away your future for me. As long as we love each other, it doesn't matter whether we get married." Hearing that only made me more certain. The moment I landed, I went straight to a jewelry store, bought a diamond ring, and called my childhood best friend, Chase Davis, to tell him about my proposal plan. A baby was w