The Good Lie Ar Torre Novels & Stories

“I didn’t trust her, so I fed her what I figured she’d expect.” “You lied?” Tori snorted, breaking their silent battle in record timing. Her voice turned sickly sweet, “Bullshit, Novak. You told me you only let me go because I was useless. Alec was all they needed, why would they need a tag-along friend?”

“There is a bridge to the next building.” Lucas pulled away. “You knew him.” Adrian’s jaw worked. “Not now.” Lucas stopped walking. “You knew the man who rebuilt me.” Adrian turned, fury and fear fighting across his face. “I knew a doctor named Soren Vale who worked for men I should have feared more than I did. I did not know they gave you to him.” “Did you ask?” The question hit harder than a slap. Adrian had no answer. Lucas nodded once, as if some last small hope had just died quietly.

"So Torrez lied. You were never letting me go." "No, Torrez thinks we will eventually, but it's what had to be said to him to get him to get you to us. It's all part of the plan. Now, do you want to hear a story or not?" Victor raised a brow in question, and rolling my eyes, he smiled, pleased by my reaction.

The tremble in Tessa's voice confirmed Tori's deductions. You killed him in the original plot. And you dare lecture me? We are tragically the same but we both choose the wrong path to exact our goals. You chose to trust the first prince while I chose to trust no one. Tori pressed her heels on her fingers which made Tessa scream again. Tori could not help but observed the drug-induced body of Tessa who was so weak that she could not even lift her head from the floor. "I told you, didn't I? I own Corean Shuia Eckrett." A pair of red eyes gleamed under the cloak of darkness.

Once he is in charge of Grand Villa then Anielle would be able to walk free again. So when the media buzzed with news of the power engagement, I just leaned back in my chair and let the storm keep spinning. --- Later that day, Thomas handed me a transcript from an interview Torreto had given in Milan. Casual. Controlled. A sip of espresso between his sentences. But one line stood out. Anyone who attacks a Morreti of any relation should prepare to face the consequences. I read it twice. Then a third time. It was Torreto, sending a bullet across the ocean without ever loading a gun.

“I’m saying you’re chasing ghosts.” Adrian studies him carefully. “Why target Alessa?” “I didn’t.” “You destroyed her reputation.” Daniel shrugs. “She was a convenient narrative.” The words make my hands curl into fists. Convenient. My miscarriage. My accident. My life. Just strategy to him. Adrian notices the shift in my posture. His hand rests lightly against my arm. A silent warning. Don’t react. Daniel watches the gesture with mild amusement. “Protective,” he remarks. Adrian ignores him. “Marcus Dela Torre works for Valez Urban Development,” Adrian says.

"I come to offer my deepest apologies for yesterday's... unpleasantness." "Unpleasantness," I repeated. "The Torrino boy acted without my knowledge or authorization. When I learned that one of my people had been surveilling you, I was furious." He shook his head with apparent disgust. "I have already dealt with those responsible for this breach of trust. You have my word that nothing like this will happen again." I studied him in silence, letting the moment stretch uncomfortably. Ruggero was lying, of course. Giuseppe had been following his orders precisely. But calling him out directly would serve no purpose. Better to accept his fiction and file away the truth for future use.

He stepped closer to the conversation, unable to hide his reaction. The stall owner nodded again, sighing heavily. “Yeah, I remember. Terrible thing. A whole village wiped out. Just because those villagers refused to pay the high taxes.” “And he rewrote the narrative afterwards, telling people that he saved the village from the attack from a nonboring pack, painting himself as the hero…” “Yeah, that’s our Alpha.” My mind went blank, my body slightly trembling. …So Torres killed Hover’s family? There were no attack, no war, no enemies. Everything was made up. And Torres described himself as Hover’s savior to gain Hover’s loyalty. But he was actually Hover’s enemy?!

Juno lied. “Liar!” Torvald spat. Juno held out his palm to Torvald so that he could drink his blood and see it for himself. “Lauturi betrayed you for killing Lestat.” “Why you? Why would she leave such information with you?” Torvald questioned. “Because she knew I would need it. She obviously knew your plans for Jovita,” Juno said and folded his arms over his chest, relieved that Torvald didn’t call his bluff.

"You've admitted to fabricating evidence against an innocent man. You've admitted to years of corruption. You held a man captive in a shed for three weeks. Why should this jury believe a single word you say about my client's intentions, rather than believe you're simply telling prosecutors whatever story earns you the lightest possible sentence?" Torres was quiet a long moment, and when he answered, his voice had lost whatever careful flatness he'd been holding onto since he sat down. "You shouldn't believe me because I'm a good man," he said. "I'm not. I did every single thing you just listed, and worse, and I'm going to spend the rest of my useful life in a cell because of it, and that's e