The Big Fat Lie Book Novels & Stories

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

I asked, stepping close to her. "You heard her right, bitch, sold everything valuable you have, I paid his hospital bills, and handled the rest, you're nothing to him, leave, you think he got tye contract for free, I gave it to him and the condition was that he divorced you," Vivian countered, closing the space between us. "That's his lie... Liam would never do that..." "Well he has, and you're just nothing now," she said and threw another paper at me, an agreement to the contract he won days ago. I blinked twice, trying to settle everything.

I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath the surface.

"Babe, it's not what it looks like! Linda came onto me—I swear! She seduced me! I didn't have a choice! I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing!" Linda froze. To her, Jack was this hotshot businessman—rich, polished, untouchable. She never saw this betrayal coming. Not only did he ditch her, he flipped the whole story, made her the villain. Once he turned, every eye in the room landed on Linda. "Knew she was trouble from the jump." "Who wears that much makeup to cook? Obvious she was trying to hook someone." "In the kitchen, seriously? With all that grease? She still found time to fool around? Gross."

“She kidnapped my sister. She’s after our daughter. And you call that normal?” He steps closer, desperate. I swear, Carina, I did everything to defend you. I shake my head with streaming eyes. “Protect me? You lied to me. You were a liar about the fire, and her death, about all! She would have killed me had I not, says he, and his voice broke. “I had no choice!” Always there is a choice, I mutter. “And you chose her.” He looks crushed. “I chose you. All the actions, all the deceptions, were to protect you.

I hesitated for a moment, cleared my throat, then picked it up and answered. “Hello?” [Amelia, thank God. I was starting to think you’d blocked me.] His voice was light, relieved. Too relieved. “Sorry… I’ve just been super busy with work,” I lied smoothly. In reality, I was dodging him on purpose. [How’s the job going?] Oh, you know. Almost got fired for undressing the boss. All good. “G-Great. Totally fine. I’ve been doing well,” I forced a small laugh, trying not to sound fake. I’d been faking so long, I was basically a professional at this point.

Then, she laughed. “My husband is a CEO. He’s worth millions of dollars. How could he possibly have such a poor mother? You should think it through before you lie! “Get out before I lose my temper! Otherwise, I’m going to break your legs!” Mary had never been treated so poorly in her life. She held her swollen cheek and was rendered completely speechless. I was stunned by John’s shameless facade. “What did you say? Did you say that John is a CEO? “I’m going to call him right now and see if he still dares to claim that he’s a CEO, and that he’s married to you!”

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.

I pushed past her into the apartment, my legs were barely holding me up. "He lied to me," I said, my voice hollow. "From the very beginning. He lied." Zara closed the door, guiding me to the couch. "Slow down. Who lied? Nikolai?" I nodded, unable to speak. "Tell me everything." I told her everything from start to finish about the meeting with my father in Monaco, the Obsidian club, the photograph, nikolai's recognition and the blackmail. By the time I had finished telling her everything, I was shaking.

The moment Linda saw her grandson, her face lit up. She scooped the little boy into her arms. "Noah's here! Come here and let Grandma give you kisses." I sat there without moving a muscle. I'd never really looked at Ryan's face before. Jessica had done a damn good job keeping him hidden. They were all playing happy family. And the sickest part? Jessica was still carrying my child. "Jessica, is this your idea of 'making things right'? The way you explained it to me before? Was it fun lying to me for five years?"