The Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

Nathan thought of returning to his unemployed life and shuddered in horror. "Paying me for what?" Nathan feigned ignorance, hoping it was not too late. Although he was sweating bullets inside, he toughened up and refused to let her see a crack in his armor. Victoria glared. "Do not even try to lie to me. I have known Daniel for twenty two years." "I really do not know what you are talking about." Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I am dating Daniel for money or something? Because I am not." Well, he truly was not dating Daniel, so that was not technically a lie. Well, perhaps a white lie but everyone knew white lies did not actually count as a lie.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

She quickly adjusted to lying down and sat up, staring into the mirror of her bedroom. "Am I falling? Do I love him anymore?" She heard a loud bark of a dog and she rested broadly. Lula said she did not fall. She was really crazy and there were a lot of colorful cells in her body. Okay, Lianne went back to bed when she remembered that she was going to call her family in the Philippines. She quickly picked up the laptop and turned on the internet. She stopped for a moment when she saw Sheena's private messages on Skype sending a link. She just frowned at what she read and at the links it provided. This woman is really a great news reporter.

The cold night wind was harsh, and my soaked clothes clung to my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably. My heart, too, had turned completely cold. I curled up in the corner, trying to find a sliver of warmth. But just then, I heard a woman’s moan. “Oh stop, do you really like this outfit that much?” “Laura is right next door—you’re not even worried she might come out and see us?” Jack laughed breathlessly and said flirtatiously, “Relax, with Cameron out there, how would she have time to care about us? Besides, we’ve been apart for so many years—don’t you miss me?”

"Pen, I know you didn't. We are going to fix it. Hang tight." "Okay." She whispers, sounding nothing like herself. Layla hung up, returning her gaze to me. "We are going to find him. He's going to tell the story that Penelope can't. Then, this ridiculous attempt to destroy everything we've worked for will be put to bed." "And how do you know he'll agree to say anything? How do you know the media will believe he's even the same person?" "In every lie, there's an element of truth. So we're going to tell a lie, and the truth will not be far off."

It had been hidden behind politeness. At Bloom House, Lillian watched the coverage without sound, the captions enough. Customers came and went, quieter than usual. Someone paused mid sentence and simply shook their head. “They lied,” the woman said, not accusing Lillian, just naming the reality. “Yes,” Lillian replied. “They did.” Across the city, Elena stood in an office that was not yet finished, listening to the same story through the walls. She did not cry. She felt something settle instead, a steadying weight that replaced the ache of uncertainty.

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

“I came because I can’t lose you. Not like this.” Dianne let out a slow, broken laugh. “You already lost me,” she said. “The moment your wife slapped me and I realized my entire relationship was built on lies.” “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said weakly. “But it did,” she replied. “And that’s the problem with lies, Ethan. They always find a way out.” He took a step forward. Maya immediately moved again. “Don’t,” Maya warned. Ethan stopped. His voice cracked. “I’m begging you.”

I hung up and dialed Adrian right away. The phone seemed to ring forever before he picked up. "Adrian, you have to start my mom's treatment again. She's in a coma and can't last a second without the ventilator..." I pleaded, panic rising in my voice. Loud music thumped in the background as Adrian's voice came through—emotionless and merciless. "Consider this a lesson for trying to leave." "I was wrong, okay? I won't talk about leaving ever again, just please..." Then I heard it—soft, suggestive sounds from his end. "Mr. Jones, don't stop..."