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she murmured, her voice thick with pain, "when you've lied to me again and again?" The sound of her voice didn't hit me—it drowned me. Lied. Again and again. Yes. Yes, I had. I knew I had. But didn't she see? Lies weren't meant to hurt her. They were scaffolding. What do you call a lie that saves the one you love? A kindness. She looked at me, her gaze unwavering, like she was waiting for me to understand something I couldn't quite grasp. "Ace... we're different," she continued. Her voice was soft, but her grip on reality was iron-clad.

It said Brady Stevenson—my name. Tracy giggled. "This doll is me, Honey. You pierced my heart with your love! You have to love me forever, okay? And if you ever betray me, I'll... I'll kill you!" she joked, playfully punching my chest with her tiny fists. In that moment, it didn't feel like some fake marriage deal. It actually felt like we were really in love. I blinked, disoriented for a second. "Alright, let's go back to bed," she said, pulling me by the hand and leading me back into my room.

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

“It says nowhere in the contract that you're responsible for me.” “First you fill my wardrobe with clothes. Now you're asking me to choose a honeymoon destination?” He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was deep and annoyingly attractive. “Darling,” he said smoothly, “you are my wife.” “So yes, I am responsible for you.” He leaned back in his chair. “I told you already. I'm doing this for my own entertainment.” My stomach twisted. “It's worth a few millions,” he added casually. “Don't feel too special.”

The truth had finally come out. “And what if I don’t sign it?” I asked coldly. “Don’t sign?” Sophia gave a low, humorless laugh. “Then by tomorrow, everyone in the industry will know Lucas Barner is a child abuser who beats orphans. The board won’t keep a CEO with that kind of stain on his name.” I looked at her face, slightly twisted with greed. Then I smiled. “Fine. I’ll write it.” I walked over to the reception desk and took a sheet of paper and a pen.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

“Hearing the lie—the ‘Annie’ lie—now feels different. Before, it was a heavy disguise, a burden I wore. Now, it’s a tangible, strategic shield you are using to protect the truth of us.” Jinyan leaned against the large, cool marble of the desk, watching her, his presence utterly compelling. “The lie is the armor, Panni. It absorbs the blows that the truth cannot withstand publicly. They believe the heroine is Annie, the brilliant, calculated corporate woman who played the perfect long game. I know the real heroine is Panni, the one who fought for the man, not the contract, and who brought me the truth when I was blind to the enemy.” He paused, his eyes holding hers with piercing intensity. “T

He didn’t need the details to know I’d been somewhere dangerous. I had a dozen easy lies ready on my tongue, the kinds I’d used too often since Kavian stepped into my life: small evasions to keep the pack calm, half-truths to spare my father the alarm he did not need. But lying had settled into me like a second skin. I had been hiding more — sneaking out, closing my face like a door — and it was my own deception that tasted the worst. The irony landed cold: the man I’d trusted had turned out to be the biggest lie of all. I had no one to blame but myself.

He asked me, his voice sounding pained. “I'm sorry Keith, I just don’t want her to die, I don’t know what to do anymore.” I let out weakly. I should have known that Keith was just too smart for me to try to trick him. I’ve never been a good liar, not even when I was with my parents if I couldn’t successfully lie to my mom and dad who are just ordinary folks, how the hell did I think I could lie to Alpha Keith and get away with it. “Let’s start again, Ameera, and this time you had better come clean with me because if I find out you lied to me again, I’ll never forgive you Ameera, and we’re done!

"I'm just telling the truth. You might lose sight of who you really are if I keep buttering you with lies." He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "I'm marrying a woman who loves to lie, brag, be greedy, and lustful. Do you really want me to pretend I'm marrying a flawless fairy?" Stella pretended to choke him. "I'll give you another chance to rephrase your words!" Keegan chuckled softly as his chest vibrated slightly, producing a deep laughter. "Okay then. I'll try to tell a lie. Baby, you're the most modest person ever," he said.