The Good Lie Ar Torre Novels & Stories

Getting up from his seat, he walked around the table to stand in front of her. “You lied to me” she gritted out. “I despise liars, why would I be one?” He said. “You said your name was, Zealan” “And it is. Zealan Torres” Nevaeh fought the urge to kick him. “You knew I wanted to speak to you” “About calling off our marriage? I think not” he said dryly. “You had me believing ‘Lord Torres' was absent! You pulled everyone into this sham. Deceit still counts as lies Zealan, Incase nobody ever schooled you”

But suddenly, I had a ton of questions for him. "Lance, where do you get all this money? Did you max out your credit card? Where are you taking me?" We were heading toward what seemed to be the hospital's underground parking lot. But we had come by a cab just a moment ago. "Lisa, the truth is, I'm very rich." He held my wrist while speaking with utmost seriousness. He almost seemed like a completely different person. I forced a smile, trying to keep the mood light. "Haha, what are you talking about—"

Sambit ni agent 00099. Pareho kaming natawa ni Kieffer. Tadtad ng bala ang katawan ng kotse at basag ang salamin. And this car is freaking an Aston Martin latest model! Goodluck to him! "You're richer than us anyway," kibit balikat na sagot ni Kieffer na lalong ikinatawa ko. Sa kabila ng nangyari kanina ay nagawa pa naming tumawa. Well, that's our job to play with bullets and lies. Agents are more liars than the true liar. If looks is deceiving, agents as well.

Detective Lena Torres waited in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Los Angeles, her dark hair pulled back tight and her eyes sharp as knives in the dim light. Elara’s heart raced as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and danger. Torres had risked everything to meet them off the record, her badge glinting like a warning under the single flickering bulb overhead. “You two are in deeper than you know,” she said, voice low and urgent. “The ports aren’t just about money. They’re about power. And your parents were right in the middle of a war they couldn’t win.”

"Because Rodriguez just called. They found something. A money trail from one of Titan Holdings' shell companies. Payment made yesterday to an offshore account." "Payment for what?" "Torres." Leon's expression was grim. "Torres was paid two million dollars twelve hours before she shot David." Aria's world tilted. Torres. The security expert.

They didn’t raise their guns… but they didn’t smile either. One of the guards pressed a finger to his earpiece, murmuring something low. Seconds later, the door swung open. Torres stepped out. He was mid-forties, tan suit despite the heat, gold chain glinting at his throat. His smile was lazy, but his eyes were sharp… the kind that measured every move before deciding if it was worth killing for. “Ace,” he said, spreading his arms. “You are either very brave… or very stupid.” Ace grinned. “Usually both.”

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

It moved through her in a way she couldn’t fully control and I left it alone. There was nothing I needed to add to that moment. It was doing enough by itself. Then Torren turned to her and said the other thing. He told her to let go of the story. The one she had been carrying around and sharpening and handing to anyone who would hold it with her. The one where I had lied about the mate bond. Where I had deceived him from the beginning and built everything we had on something false. He told her it wasn’t true. That we were mated, genuinely, and that he was the one who hadn’t accepted it. Not because I had done anything dishonest but because his wolf had been deteriorating for longer than he’d

At least, I don’t need to make lame excuses about my mistake of telling him I was falling already. “There was no reply,” I answered, but I saw how he flickered his eyes and pressed his lips for a few seconds, then he nodded. I looked around me, thinking that the fact I was on an island with him was the same as being imprisoned in this place. Suddenly this magical place turned to be horrible in my eyes. I bit my lower lip, fighting the tears to fall. “You’re lying,” he professed and stared at me with the question as to why I did not tell the truth.

Yaju was slightly surprised because of it and he turned to look at his master again, only to be met with a much scarier expression from before. “Don’t. Lie. To me. Where have you been?” Torfo spoke with a scary tone. If he wasn’t scared before, he was now. “I was just out looking for air!” Yaju answered immediately. “It’s hot in here, so I went out a bit to the docks!” “I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. I know you're lying," Torfo said, his tone was still as cold. Yaju gulped. He could pretend ignorant like his master if they're outside but it was as if he really couldn't hide anything from this man. Torfo was really scary.