The Liar Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

"You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives rotting in jail. Wanna bet?" "No, please! Mrs. Booth, just hear me out!" She didn't seem as furious as I'd expected, and that gave me a bit of hope. I jumped at the chance. "Look, I'll give it all back—the money, the apartment—everything!" "Do you think I want money? You think I'm broke?" "Then… what do y

CALLIE I blinked at her, still trying to process what just happened. "Wait a minute. Nora, are you telling me you’re an undercover agent?" Nora scratched the back of her head, her smirk now replaced with a sheepish grin. “Yeah… kind of.” My jaw dropped. “So, the whole story about your dad killing your mom, the tragedy that supposedly brought you here… that was a lie?”

And he blamed Nora for surviving. “She thinks she’s free,” he muttered to himself one night, staring at his phone. He still had copies. He still had leverage. And patience. The next few days blurred into a routine of quiet suffering. Nora attended classes sporadically. Sat at the back. Avoided eye contact. Flinched when phones were raised, even casually. A lecturer once paused mid-sentence when he noticed her trembling. “You okay?” he asked gently. She nodded quickly. She lied easily now.

Ignoring the odd look that both men were giving me, she added, “Now, if you men will stick to business instead of gossip, we just might give you a decent tip.” If there was one thing that I truly liked about Nora, it was her intolerance of gossip; especially when it was about people who she knew and liked. She’d only met Lance that one time, but he was my husband and had done right by me in so many ways. The mere hint of slanderous gossip on his behalf was enough to send her into a frenzy. “I thought the killer was a man,” one of them mumbled as he yanked the door of the van’s cargo area open to expose our belongings.

“I'm convinced facts matter." The apartment became quiet again. Linda folded her arms, "then present your facts.” I leaned back slightly. "You were with me the day I initiated the contract.” Her expression remained neutral. “And I left you in the room that same day.” A flicker; small and almost invisible but it was there. Linda looked down at her glass before laughing softly. "So we're playing detective now?” “We’re eliminating possibilities.” She shrugged. “Maybe someone hacked your system." “They didn't."

She looked small like this, stripped of the confidence she liked to weaponize. All her life, she lied to everyone. She even spread rumors that I slept with older men for attention and money, painting me as desperate, shameless, and cheap. So now, I would use the same method to ruin her. Nora didn’t sleep with anyone. She had Matthew wrapped around her finger, ready to fix anything she wanted and hand her everything she asked for, so she never needed to trade her body for money. But she had always been greedy. She had dug a grave for someone else, never imagining she’d be the one to fall into it.

Instead, she was about to discover that everything she thought she knew about herself was a lie. And somewhere in Chicago, Detective Nora Roberts was getting closer to the truth that would either set Luna free or destroy everything she'd found with Grayson Vaughn.

“Yeah, check it.” “Why are you refusing if nothing happened?” One guy closer to the front crossed his arms. “If she’s not lying, she should have no problem with the camera. Unless she is lying.” Nora froze. Her face went tight and she gave me a quick, nasty look that said she hated me more than ever, then forced her expression back into something softer for the crowd. “Fine. Check it. Since everyone wants to waste time on this. But I promise you, she's the liar here. She could even have had the footage fabricated.”

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.

As if she finally found an excuse, Nora hurriedly pointed at the picture and explained, "Lily, you see this picture is pretty blurry. It's really not me and Noel?" "Probably it's just because we got a similar side face." "It's really not me. Lily, you've got to believe me! There is nothing between me and Noel." While Nora was explaining, Rita just looked at her coldly. She really got to admit that Nora was a pretty good liar. Sadly, she won't be fooled be her words. It was really in her previous lifetime that she bumped into she and Noel's relationship which directly led to her death. Though Nora had a crush on Liam, she can never be loved back because of Rita.