The Lie Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“Then explain to my parents that what you said just now was just a lie. Explain to them that there is nothing between us and everything is just a misunderstanding." Lian demanded. Exactly after a while, they were trapped in silence after Nathan said what was in his head. “If you feel guilty towards me and my parents, explain it to them. Tell the truth." Lian continued. "No!" “Arga...”

Laurel suddenly said in a gloomy tone, "And then you'll be the heiress of a rich family, and the three of us will still be poor." I promised them immediately, "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Enough talking. First, we make them tell us where my real parents are." The three of them tied up the fake parents again. To keep them from escaping this time, they tied them extra tight. Then, they splashed water on them to wake them up. "Talk! Where did you hide my parents?" I demanded. At first, the three of them stayed stubbornly silent. I didn't waste words. If they didn't talk, I shocked them. In the end, they couldn't take it anymore and finally told the truth.

It took all my willpower not to wince at my brazen lie, but it was all worth it when Lia deflated with relief. "Thank God," she clutched her forehead. "For a second, I thought that good-for-nothing piece of trash was back. That piece of absolute garbage would just drag in more trouble behind him." If only you knew, Lia. All Lia knew about Adrian's father were the lies I'd fed her. I told her he was part of an occasionally violent biker gang who blew into town and wooed me with promises of heaven and earth. After I got pregnant, he skipped town just as fast as he got in. It was not a well-thought-out lie, but I figured it was better than the truth. That the father of my child was a cold-blood

We will have a word or two after lunch with his parents. "Do not tell your father I know he lives next door. I am going to surprise him after this lunch. You don't have to say a word. You do not have to lie to him. He will not ask you because he thinks I do not know. If you say nothing, it's not lying," I say. Connor looks at me, and his eyes narrow. "That is not what Mommy told me a few minutes ago. Mommy said, not telling is like lying. It means I did not like Mommy, so I can not be grounded," Connor says. Damn, this boy is going to make a good lawyer one day.

I took in a breath to chase away the disappointment and the hurt I felt at being deemed insignificant by my father. "I seem to recall I asked you for money yesterday to get something. Your response was?" I knew what he was doing, paying me back for lying to him last night when he asked me for money to buy something. I didn't give him because I knew he'd waste it on booze and I didn't want to encourage him. He waited for me to answer like he always did when he wanted to make me look stupid in front of the whole family. Vanessa's lips pulled to the side, an ugly smirk on her face that had a striking resemblance to how maleficent smiled at snow white, I think. The point was it was a smile that

“Falsifying records. Extortion. Attempted fraud. There’s enough there to keep her busy for a long time.” I was quiet for a moment. Then I said, “Dad… Noah.” “The boy?” My father looked at me, his expression unreadable. “What about him?” “He’s a child,” I said. “He doesn’t understand any of this. He only did what the adults told him to do.” Lincoln fell silent. After a long time, he sighed. “You’re just like your mother. “Too soft-hearted.” I did not argue. He walked to the window and looked out over the yard.

Didn't care. I just stared at him. Said nothing. "Isa. Say something. Anything. Please." He wrung his hands, in real pain. This was how he used to be when I'd gone quiet on him. Begging me not to give him the silent treatment. Pain made him human again. He wasn't the untouchable Don anymore. He was almost that gentle broke kid again. But I wasn't that girl anymore. The one he'd lied to. Nothing real grows out of a lie.

She then handed me a tissue and asked carefully, "Did something happen? How can I help?" My whole body went stiff. I never thought that after all these years, what I had wanted most would come not from my family, but from a stranger who had nothing to do with me. Six years ago, James felt sorry for Tina, the poor student he sponsored. So, he made a fake paternity test for my parents, Oscar and Florence. He then said, "Tina is your biological daughter. She's my real sister." When I learned the truth, I was beyond shocked. I cried hysterically and begged him to tell Oscar and Florence the truth. All I got was a hard slap.

My father, in a fit of rage, slapped me across the face. The sharp sound echoed in the apartment. I held my cheek, completely broken. "You want to know why I won't go back?!" I screamed, my voice raw. "Because he didn't just cheat! He fed me birth control for three years! Three! Years!" My parents froze. "He made me think I was barren! He made me hate myself, go to doctor after doctor, while he was the one putting pills in my coffee every morning!" "What?" My mother's face was as white as a sheet.

"You said he'd be coming back very soon. So I knew—I knew—that I wouldn't be alone after all. I just had to wait. And now he's here. And now I'm not alone. And now those girls can't say anything anymore because my daddy came back, just like you said he would." The lie—the beautiful, necessary lie that Bianca had told to protect her daughter's heart—had become a shield. Kiara had wrapped herself in it, believing it because she needed to believe it, because the alternative was too painful to accept. As little as the girl was, she was already taking on responsibilities that no child should have to bear. She was already learning to understand her mother—to read her moods, to anticipate her needs