The Big Fat Lie Book Novels & Stories

That she had been lying, spying, playing him? God help her. God help them both. ‘Maybe I should fake my own death now,’ she thought wildly. ‘It worked for Shakespeare. I'm an author afterall.’ She shook the thought away, stabbing a piece of pancake with unnecessary violence. The meal dragged on, full of polite small talk so brittle it could have snapped if someone breathed wrong. They were all good at this: pretending. Professional liars, all three of them. Stefano eventually leaned back, wiping his hands with a cloth. "There’s a reason I wanted you both here," he said, looking between them.

He paused, the silence in the room now absolute, charged with anticipation. “For the past several weeks, you have been fed a story. A story about a predatory billionaire. A story about a manipulative, gold-digging young woman. A story about a scandalous pregnancy and a blackmail scheme.” He let the words hang, the familiar, salacious narrative hovering in the air. “That story,” he said, his voice hardening, “was a lie. A malicious, calculated, and devastating lie.” A murmur ran through the crowd. He pressed on.

Cameron yelled from the side, “Daddy, why is she using our money?” The three of them condemned me righteously, and I let out a mocking laugh. ‘Yeah... a bag.’ All they knew was that 60 thousand dollars could buy a handbag. What they didn’t know was that 60 thousand dollars... was also the money that could save my life. Joanna walked over with a smile, intentionally fanning the flames. “Oh come on, don’t be so harsh. Laura is an orphan, she never had a mother to teach her manners. Picking up some bad habits is totally normal.”

“It says nowhere in the contract that you're responsible for me.” “First you fill my wardrobe with clothes. Now you're asking me to choose a honeymoon destination?” He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was deep and annoyingly attractive. “Darling,” he said smoothly, “you are my wife.” “So yes, I am responsible for you.” He leaned back in his chair. “I told you already. I'm doing this for my own entertainment.” My stomach twisted. “It's worth a few millions,” he added casually. “Don't feel too special.”

I said. "Most people do." She looked at me firmly. "Your name isn't important." "Why am I here?" "I'll get to that." She folded her hands on the table. "I want to establish something first. I'm not here to ask for money. I'm not here to threaten anyone. I'm here because I dislike lies." She said it plainly, without drama. "I particularly dislike it when lies hurt people who don't deserve to be hurt." "Who are you?" I said.

“Hey Mama, sorry I missed your calls. I’m okay, just really busy with some applications and opportunities. Something big might come through soon. I’ll call you properly tomorrow, okay? Eat something good and rest. Love you so much.” Sending it felt like another lie on top of all the others I’d been telling lately. She sacrificed everything for me. She got pregnant young, raised me alone, and made me promise I would never repeat her story. No baby without marriage. No struggling. No shame. And here I was, jobless, pregnant by a stranger whose face I never even saw clearly, about to enter a fake marriage with a billionaire I already knew I would despise.

"Marcus, please stop bothering me." "I've already married Henry." We had just left the courthouse after getting our marriage license. After the banquet ended last night, Henry told me what I had said when I blacked out from drinking. "Henry, why did you lie to me about not being interested in women?" "Because that was the only way I could stay by your side and protect you. If I had told you I'd had feelings for you since we were children, while you were so in love with Marcus, you would have certainly cut ties with me."

They started attacking each other and eventually even came to blows. Later still, I heard that Rhea never had a heart condition at all. She had been faking it. Having discovered that she wasn't the heiress, she staged everything to gain sympathy and kill the real one. Gosh. That whole impostor family really was rotten to the core! But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I donated a large sum of money to the orphanage. I also brought the other three to live with me. With a billion-dollar inheritance, supporting three people was nothing. Besides, each of them had her own strengths.