The Heart Never Lie Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 89 Lie Lie - statements which are untrue; to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive; to create a false or misleading impression; to bring about by telling lies Origin: Middle English 89 There was a huge gift on Damon's hand and I was surprised with it. He bought a gift to Melissa but never dared to give it? Why? This means a lot to me because out of all Melissa's birthdays he never, not even once, gave her a gift. Every family occasion or special holidays like Christmases, he never gave her anything. Never.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Yang Tian-Xu needed a reason, any reason will do. “Even if you lie to me… I would still believe you. So please An-An… Say something…” A heart was a fragile organ in the human body. But what makes it beat wasn’t love, but blood. But what makes love beats? Could it be the brain? Emotions? But what stops love from beating? Hatred? Betrayal? Would his love began to bleed like a heart when it gets ripped out of his chest? Who can say that their hearts can still beat, when it was cut out and rip into pieces?

Still, he was sure that knowing the truth would be better for both of them than one thinking the other was heartless or conscienceless. Neil thought about it and how to approach the topic all afternoon and couldn't stand the anxiety anymore when he entered his sister's apartment that night. After exchanging a long, tight hug with her, something they both desired (and he feared it would be the last affection he would receive from her in his life), he asked her to stop cooking and sit with him on the living room couch because he had something serious to tell her. "Nicholas sent you this," he said, handing her the small box.

—Everything was going fine until she came in and said that the pictures of us kissing were not from when we were dating and that I was a liar. —After all she told me that she had received a good payment for doing that. —And you have no idea who could have paid her to ruin the surprise for you. —I really don't know. —But I'm not going to stay quiet until I find out for sure. —A person with bad intentions ruined everything son. —I am soon to come to light, nothing can be hidden for long. —The only thing I ask of you is that when you find out who it was you don't react the same way you did with Pedro.

She was thawed. "I...I don't love you!" Her voice uttered the absolute opposite of her mind, shattering her soul, her heart. "No, I don't believe you." Then came his broken voice, forcing her to shut her eyes. Unable to hold back, warm tears ran down her cheeks. "It's done already. We've... our blood is mixed." She knew she betrayed their love and her actions could never be forgiven, but it wasn't her fault. She had reasons. ""In the Veil, lovers shall stand, their blood entangled. When the moon rests on the sea, they shall know their hearts is one. Their covenant is above death". The moon is resting on the sea. The mate vow is complete." Her voice was just a whisper.

“Don’t lie to me. If you’re scared… if something’s wrong… you can tell me.” Her mouth parted, and for a second, I saw it. The struggle. The war happening inside her. But then it vanished. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “I promise.” Liar. I touched her face, brushing a knuckle against her cheek. “You’re trembling.” “It’s cold,” she murmured. I cupped her jaw gently and leaned in until our foreheads touched. “I would never hurt you, Lia. Never. But if someone has planted doubt in your heart… if they’ve told you something about me tell me now. Let me fix it.”

No matter what, always be there when she looks back. ... Page after page, he read each note out loud. When he reached the last one, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Yara, winning your heart was so hard. Good thing I never gave up." The way he looked at her—serious, certain—caught her off guard. He really had done all this for her. If she hadn't heard him say those words herself, she might've believed it. Might've thought the Mateo standing in front of her wasn't the same man who had spent years loving someone else behind her back.

Even during those hardest years when he was cornered and crushed by rivals at work, he hadn't been this way. His parents were good people, but being with Harvey always made me wonder if I should just let go. The fact that his heart still wandered back to his first love after all these years was a betrayal that sat like a thorn in my throat, sharp and almost impossible to ignore. I sighed. "Harvey, I can't live and teeter on the edge of going mad. You know what I want the best, don't you?" Those words seemed to have reached him as his gaze slid to the small pot on the sill, holding a green plant he had given me when we were still dating. Then, he fell into a daze.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need