The Good Lie Ar Torre Novels & Stories

“You must admit, the creep’s bound to believe we have the detonator. Guys like that look after number one. The chances are slim he’ll kill the messenger, especially if she says that will result in his own demise.” “I really hope she can carry it off,” I said. “Do you think he will disclose his location on the strength of the fact that we have the doctor who inserted it standing by?” “What would you do in his place?” “I wouldn’t have run off with another’s Luna!” He eyed me, curiously. “Not even for a she-wolf like her?” My face was burning with a kind of jealous rage. Rueful embarrassment joined it; Tori was the exception which proves the rule.

"But you have to promise that my baby will be safe." Torres leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. "You have my word," he said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "But remember, Selena, I expect complete loyalty." I nodded, feeling the bile rise in my throat. "I understand," I forced myself to say, swallowing down the fear. Torres leaned back in his chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now, stand up and drop the towel."

"Very much so." Mrs. Torres smiled. Tory was just confused. How did these people just arbitrarily dislike and then like someone?! She didn't get it but was pleased the tides had changed in her favor…at least for now. Soon she would have to tell them about the accident and take blame for her part in it. But what she wouldn't do is lay claim to driving impaired, unless it was impairment due to admiring your gorgeous fiancée.

“I got paid to keep my mouth shut. Not to care.” “But you’re talking now,” Elijah pressed. Torres lifted the cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled toward the ceiling. “Because your daddy’s dead. And dead men don’t write checks.” Elijah sat down across from him. The chair was hard, uncomfortable, like the office itself was designed to remind you nothing here came easy. “I want everything. Whatever you gave him, whatever you covered up.” Torres studied him with his one good eye. Silence stretched, heavy and deliberate, before he spoke again.

"As for Ms. Torre… Nobody knows where she was that night." I quickly thought back about that night, my mind racing. I was with Vincenzo at the apartment that night. He had prepared a candlelit dinner for me and even opened up a bottle of wine he claimed was a special brew from Rotugal. It tasted a little funky, but I didn't think much about it and drank it all up. After that, I fell into a daze and made love with him all night long. So, Vincenzo hadn't been romantic that night after all. It had just been a scheme all along.

"Are you sure that's the only thing bothering you?" "Yes of course." I said too quickly, but I knew that was a lie. I tried my best to avoid Tori's intense gaze. "Right." She replied. "Well, I don't think he's going to get back with her." "How do you know that? You didn't see them. He did care about her once and was broken up about it when she left him." I concluded. "What would stop him from getting back with her?" Tori smiled. "I just know. I trust my Hispanic third eye."

he spat. “Yes, you do love her. Look at yourself in the mirror. You are crazy about her. So, stop lying to yourself,” Tora replied quietly. “I’m tired of this, Magnus. I know Charlotte broke your heart, and broke your trust. I understand that. But what I saw during the weekend on the yacht, despite you telling me it was just a charade, a lie, was anything but a lie!” He turned away and glared out the windows so neither one would see the pain roll across his face like thunderheads.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

“Let’s do it this way. I’ll introduce myself first. It’s too late for us to cast each other’s suspicions. We are already working together now.” “...” “Deal?” “No deal!” Alek Cider and Toro crossed their arms on air. They looked like twins who knew what the other was thinking. “Guess, it’s a deal.” Quinn pretended not to hear them. “Anyway, do you know the writer of those books I’m lending you?” “You said Scholar Sohal.” “No.” Alek and Toro answered in chorus. Toro remembered what he said, but Alek wasn’t. “How do you describe Sohal in your mind?” Quinn expectantly asked. His voice sounded a little arrogant and proud.

But the date— The date was wrong. Backdated. After her father died. Reporters lunged. “Did you forge this?” “Did you cover it up?” “Is that your signature, Mr. Cole?” Lucien stared at the image on a phone, stunned, and for once, he looked lost. “That’s not the date I signed,” he whispered. Lila’s heart crashed. Someone had changed it. Again. And now Lucien looked guilty. Daniel’s phone buzzed once more. He didn’t smile. He just watched her and mouthed one word. Choose.