The Good Lie Ar Torre Novels & Stories

In the rising steam, it felt like I was seeing that raging, all-consuming fire. "A person who has already died a few times fears nothing." I took a sip, and the bitterness spread across my tongue. "Besides, isn't someone who's supposedly dead the most suitable person to go to dangerous places?" Just then, James' assistant knocked and entered. "Serena, your flight details." She handed me the tablet. Aside from the flight information, one newly forwarded news alert stood out. "Juron's famous negotiation expert Zack announces resignation, raising concerns about his mental state."

Please, let me stay with you. After a long moment, I replied in a calm and distant tone, "You don't have the right to stay with me, Andrew. Everything you have belongs to Daisy, not me. Didn't you already make your will? "For years, I've lived in the lies you created. Do you know how much I hated myself when I finally learned the truth? I hated myself for loving you, for falling in love with the man who destroyed everything." Looking at the face I had known for 20 years, the one that had slept beside me for five, I suddenly felt no more hatred.

Warmth surged through me, my eyes stinging faintly. "Then be the one who makes me happy." Grayson froze, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard. I continued softly, "These days I've spent with you… I've felt safe. Grounded. "Ethan betrayed my feelings. What you've given me is sincerity—and devotion. "He gave me lies. You gave me your entire heart. The choice was easy. Of course, I choose the truth." The moment I finished speaking, Grayson could no longer hold back. His hand trembled as he pulled me tightly into his arms.

I giggled. “Anything else?” “Make sure everyone knows I am alone and unguarded,” I said, and Dante hummed his response. I hung up the call before focusing on my husband. “What do we do when they find out you are lying?” Jord asked sitting on the edge of the desk. “They won't. Because we are sending a clone.” I informed, and his brows knitted in confusion. “Laylah. She is very good at cloning, and you won't even tell the difference between the two of us if she dresses like me.” I clarified, only for him to be even more confused.

Didn't care. I just stared at him. Said nothing. "Isa. Say something. Anything. Please." He wrung his hands, in real pain. This was how he used to be when I'd gone quiet on him. Begging me not to give him the silent treatment. Pain made him human again. He wasn't the untouchable Don anymore. He was almost that gentle broke kid again. But I wasn't that girl anymore. The one he'd lied to. Nothing real grows out of a lie.

"Who are you really?" Tor's attention shifted back to me, and some of that earlier charm returned. "Like I said, I'm an attorney. I used to work for the Emporio family as their corporate counsel." "Until he betrayed us," Adrian added coldly. Tor's expression hardened. "That's not what happened and you know it." "Do I?" Adrian stepped even closer. "Because from where I'm standing, you leaked confidential information to our competitors and embezzled company funds. That sounds like betrayal to me."

He exhaled slowly, his lips curling into a faint smile. "I know we can," he said, his tone firm, almost as though he were convincing himself as much as he was convincing me. "I know it hasn’t been easy, Shania, but we have the chance to make something good out of this. We’re going to figure it out, no matter what." His words hung in the air between us, like a promise and a question all rolled into one. How could I trust him? How could I trust anyone anymore, when everything seemed to be built on a foundation of uncertainty and lies?

"That's right Mr Torrés laugh your way out of this." "Adriana.Look at me."He commanded. "I want you to leave Mr Torrés,I'd like to be alone." "Well I want to talk to you." "I'm not interested in what you have to say,anything that will come out of your mouth will probably be another lie."Adriana was unprepared when he grabbed her arm and roughly spun her around to face him,she was pressed up against his tall hard frame she could feel every inch of his body on hers.Their faces were inches apart if one of them could lean forward their lips would touch,her breasts were crushed against his hard chest.

"Then by tomorrow morning, every news station in the country will have copies of those photos. Your wife will see them. Your children will see them. Your voters will see them." "You bastard." "I prefer The Reaper.” I smirked. “Now, do we have an agreement?" "Yes," he said through gritted teeth. "We have an agreement." "Excellent. I'll be in touch with your new instructions soon." I hung up and immediately called Dmitri. "How are the operations going?" I asked. "Three of Torrino's dealers are already dead. The others are running scared. Word is spreading fast that anyone working for him is a target." "Good. What about his weapons shipments?"

I whispered, voice shaking now, “try to spin this into some romantic sacrifice.” “I’m not,” he said quietly. “This isn’t a story. It’s a mess. And I made most of it.” The USB sat there between us, silent and accusatory. “You are bargaining with my life,” I said, each word careful, “and you didn’t even tell me you were still breathing while you did it.” Torin nodded once, the movement slow, like it cost him. “I know,” he said. “And you have every right to hate me for it.”