The Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

I picked up my phone to check my messages. There was a missed call and a text—both from Tracy. The timestamp said it was sent just after midnight. I opened the message, and what I read hit me like a punch to the chest. [Honey, Mr. Booth asked me to go on a business trip with him to Joselton. I'll probably be gone for three or four days. Take care of yourself, okay? Don't skip breakfast. Love, Tracy] Tracy had left for a trip last night? Then who the hell was the woman lying behind me right now?

I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, but my voice still came out harsh. She froze, looking up at me from the doorway. "Yes?" "Where were you thiz morning t?" She blinked, then stepped in. "I was home. I went to bed early. You know that." "Really?" I raised the remote in my hand and clicked play. She stared at the screen. Her face was drained of color. I watched the exact moment the lie died in her throat. She didn’t say anything for a long time. "Why did you lie to me?" I asked quietly.

Ines leaned against the doorframe, a file folder tucked under one arm, the faintest smirk playing at her lips. “Half-truths are safer than full ones,” Liora said. Ines stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “They’re safer until they rot.” “Meaning?” “Lies are like tumors,” Ines said. “They grow. They eat through everything until there’s nothing left but the thing you were trying to hide.” “Then what? I’m supposed to hand him everything? Put it all in his lap and hope he doesn’t crush it?” “I didn’t say that,” Ines replied. She came closer, her heels silent on the carpet. “I said you have a choice. You can cut it out now, while you still control the knife… Or you wait and let it spread

“You’re nothing without me. You want fame? Earn it. If you leak this, I’ll bury you. Heat surges up my throat as I scroll faster, my pulse a frantic drumbeat. Lies coil through the messages like barbed wire.exploitation masquerades as tenderness.every screenshot feels like lifting another board from a rotting floor the stench worsening the deeper i go. across from me Miles watches— shoulders rigid coffee untouched and cooling beside his hand.“They both used people,” he murmurs, voice flat as worn paper. “But Dylan… he liked it.Ella just figured out how to breathe in the wreckage.” i dont notice the tremor in my hands until the phone clatters softly onto the table.my reflection stares back fr

"I'm fine now." "Oh okay." He let go and we both turn silent and just looked at the view "Here." He gave me a blue card and I take it from him My eyes widen and my breath got hitch It's written 'I like you too' I looked at him and he smile "What?" "I don't like you." Lies lies and lies "Lie again." and I chuckled, I looked at the view "Why?" That question suddenly came out from my mouth

“But honesty is a two-way street. And sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who lie to us the most.” She nodded at the AV coordinator. The screen behind her lit up. First, the hotel video: Luna bragging about the $1 million, Lucas laughing, the fake necklace glinting. Then, the recording from the SoHo café: Luna admitting her virginity lie, calling Sophia a “stupid, desperate wife.” Then, Lucas’s texts to Luna: *I’ll buy you a Tribeca penthouse with Veridian money*, *Sophia’s just a placeholder*, *The CEO’s an old fool who’ll sign anything*.

The silence between us is thick. “I didn’t call you here to repeat yesterday,” he says. “Then why did you?” I ask. He runs a hand through his hair. “Because I’m tired of pretending I can manage this.” “Manage what?” I asked confused “You,” he says. “Us.” I swallow slowly “There is no us,” I reply. He looks at me steadily. “That’s the lie.” My chest tightens. “You’re engaged” I say. “To my sister.” “I know.” “You don’t get to say that like it’s a small detail.”

She ran to him, and he caught her, the embrace a desperate, full-body reunion that was both a hello and an apology for all the lies they had to live. "I missed you," he confessed, the words raw, stripped of all political pretence. "Every moment felt like a lie. I don't want to play the Asset anymore, Lara." "Then don't," she breathed, pulling him toward the crumbling stone steps of the tower. "Tonight, there is no Rachna, no Karen, no team. Just us. And the truth." They climbed to the top, where the tower's open, broken crown offered a panoramic view of the dark, sleeping world. It was a vantage point of power, and here they finally shed their roles.

Levi's hand found mine, his touch providing a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed me. His reassuring words washed over me like a soothing balm, offering a sense of security and unity. "Jasmine, I know this is a lot to process," he spoke, his voice tender with empathy. "But remember, we're in this together. We'll uncover the truth, no matter how difficult it may be." I took a deep breath, finding solace in his presence and the unwavering support he offered. "I know," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "But right now, it all feels like a lie to me. I don't even know where to begin."