The Liar's Crown Novels & Stories

He shut his eyes and clenched his fists to gather every remaining strength and courage he had left. “I have said a terrible lie, Your Highness…” He paused for a while without moving an inch. “It is about the royal concubine. She is no longer here so I could finally tell you that she was simply pretending to be pregnant. She forced me to lie to His Majesty and to everyone, threatening me that she would not hesitate to kill me if I were to speak of her lies.”

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Those four words had become my least favorite sentence. I knew where he was going, and I wasn’t wrong. It was Lily’s chamber. The first night, I had convinced myself he was only checking on her. The second night, I tried reading to distract myself. By the third… I could no longer lie to myself. They were trying to conceive. The elders had demanded an heir, and Kael was simply doing what he believed was necessary. That didn’t make it hurt any less. *********** I sat alone in our bedroom, staring into the dying fire.

He denied, and she laughed more. "Come on Your highness sleeps with me, hmmm." She teases him, she uses her sexy voice. The crown prince's face turns into a red tomato that encourages him to tease him more, come to think of it. He is in love with someone else, but why would he spend his time too much with her? Omg! Is he being seduced by her? No way, she didn't use her seduction techniques on him because he's in love with someone else.

“The poison that found its way beneath your chair last night was a southern compound. Expensive. Rare. Not something a lady keeps in her handbag.” “Then why did no one say that?” “Because it is easier to believe what you are told when the story is clean.” He lowered his voice farther. “If you plan to prove otherwise, you will need allies.” She studied him. His hands were ink stained. A burn mark crossed one knuckle. He wore the plain ring of a licensed researcher, not a noble crest. This was a man who knew how to stand inside a room without joining it. “What do you want?” she asked.

"And he was all, 'I'm sorry. I got drugged.' Nonsense! They've been together all along!" "I think they were just trying to destroy her. Poor Maxine!" "Maxine was never sick, after all…" Richard panicked and immediately started his own livestream to explain, but he got hated on and had to shut it down instantly. I then posted the message he had sent me about how gullible they were. The chat exploded again. "I knew he couldn't be trusted!" "I'm glad I never insulted Maxine. This is why you don't pick sides before knowing the truth, guys!"

The crown itself was stained with theft and lies. And the one man she had let her heart lean upon—Kaelen—was entangled in it all. Yet even in her despair, part of her refused to break. She pressed the parchment to her chest and whispered, “If the crown is cursed with secrets, then I will uncover every one. And when I wear it, it will be by choice, not deception.” Darian bowed his head, but in his eyes she saw doubt. The wind shifted, carrying the faint echo of Kaelen’s voice through the trees: “Trust me—or lose the kingdom.”

Lia. She stood at the center of the room, draped in a gown that seemed more like a warning than attire. Midnight black velvet clung to her frame, slit dangerously high on one side, the neckline daring, sharp as a blade. Her hair was pinned back, a crown of obsidian stones resting against it not of royalty, but of conquest. She wasn’t dressed as a bride anymore. She was dressed as a ruler, the kind that could smile while plotting your downfall.

Moonstone and silver, its surface smooth and unbroken. Lillian’s heart stuttered. She had seen this crown before. Not in books. Not in stories. But in the vision. It belonged to the woman she had been. A name, half-remembered, stirred in her mind. Not just any queen. The last queen. The one who had tried to stop the fall. Lillian’s fingers curled into a fist. If this crown had survived… what else had? And was the true traitor still waiting for their moment to return?

she hissed. My blood ran cold. She slammed her fist into my stomach. Pain exploded through my ribs. I folded over her arm, choking on my breath. She shoved me back against the trunk, pinning me with her forearm. “I lost my crown because of you,” she snarled, her lips twisting. “Liam promised me the Luna title. Promised me everything.” Her fingers lifted my chin roughly, forcing my head up. “But before all that…” Her smile twisted into something monstrous.