The Last Lie Told Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

The air in the stone house felt frozen, thick with tension. I bent down and picked up the letter. The paper was rough, its edges frayed, but the words on it were sharp. Each stroke of the pen felt like a blade thrusting into my chest. Trey finally snapped out of his daze and stepped forward urgently. "Leah, I only found out about this later!" His voice was hoarse. "My dad did those things! It wasn't me!" "But you knew, and you still didn't tell me," I replied softly as I looked at him. "Trey, your greatest sin isn't what your father did. It's the fact that you knew I considered you my only family, and you still lied to me."

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

Mark took me back to his cliffside estate. Everything seemed like it had returned to the way it was, yet somehow it was different. He never let anyone stay here, but holding me close, he said, “From now on, this is your home– No, our home.” I also saw Lillian one last time. She was being held back, her face twisted, screaming wildly, “Don! I love you! You can’t do this to me! She’s the traitor! You can’t trust her, Mark! You’ll regret it! She doesn’t love you. She’s been lying to you all along!”

"We include it. We tell the whole story. The lies. The pain. And the truth." She looked at Silas. "Because the truth is the only thing that can't be taken away." Silas nodded. "I'll write it." He left the room. Noah and Aria sat in the silence of the boardroom. The city lights outside were bright, indifferent. "I'm real," Noah said. It was a statement of wonder. "You always were," Aria said. She kissed his hand. Vivian’s final weapon had been a bluff. A cruel, elaborate, decades-long bluff. But the game was over. And Noah West was still standing.

If I wasn’t careful, it would all unravel. “We’ll say you had someone poison him,” I continued, my voice low, just above a whisper, the lie slipping from my lips like second nature. “It would’ve been a victory if you’d won in combat. But you had him killed. We can’t have that story getting out—not until we’ve secured our position.”

Because the world had just watched a man burn every escape route he ever had and choose, publicly and irrevocably, to love one woman and one unborn child until his last breath. And somewhere in the ashes floating over Manhattan, the last lie anyone would ever tell about us turned to dust. Only truth remained. Only us. Only forever.

There was an unnerving note of delight in the dying priest's voice. "But you have implored me to hear your confession," Wilkud protested in a voice filled with anxiety. "Yes. A lie, I'm afraid. I confess that that was a trick. But I assure you that everything I have told you afterwards is true, and whether or not you dare to admit it to yourself does not change anything. It all happened. The truth has its uses, sometimes, just like lies. I have told you my story just to buy a few precious minutes. I am dying, but that does not mean that I am as weak as it may seem. "

And that hurt him more than everything else, yet, with his last breath, he whispered this words loud enough for her to hear, "You lied too." Then let his world go black.

I think they bought that lie. “So in a nutshell, the first engagement the pact said is on between you two.” Jake says. “Something like that.” I sip my drink, hiding my frustration. I'm not a good liar; my clothes are almost soaked from sweat from just telling a few lies. How do those that tell lies for a living survive? “Our guy is engaged!” Jake and Joe chorus while clapping and cheering with their wine cups. “Keep your voices low, guys. Have you forgotten we are in Evergreen?”