The Lies He Told Me Series Novels & Stories

“Do you think lies can ever be fixed? Every smile you gave me, every ‘I love you,’ it was a mask. And I swallowed it all, thinking it was real. But it wasn’t.” He lowered his gaze, unable to meet mine. “I… I made mistakes. I didn’t know how to tell you the truth. I wanted to protect you.” “Protect me?” I shook my head, my hands clenching into fists. “You think lying protects me? No. You tore me apart from the inside. You made me question everything—my judgment, my heart, my worth. And for what?” A memory flashed across my mind: the nights he promised he was somewhere else, the phone that buzzed in the middle of the night, the stories that didn’t add up. All lies. Every single one.

“At dawn. Alone. Without security. Without telling anyone.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. “Yes.” For a long moment, silence pressed between us. His gaze pinned me where I stood, sharp as a blade, cutting deeper the longer it lingered. Finally, he stepped closer. “You’re lying.” My breath hitched, but I shook my head quickly. “I’m not.” His lips curved, not in a smile, but something colder. “You forget, Zaria. I grew up in a house of liars. I know the look of a lie better than anyone and I also know what you’re capable of.”

His eyes were blazing as he looked at me, but there was also something softer in them, something that made my heart ache. “It’s just lies, love,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “Don’t listen to any of it. This is all fabricated.” I could feel the heat of his anger, but I couldn’t make sense of the overwhelming emotions that filled the room. How could they twist the truth like this? How could they lie so openly? He handed me the phone, and I stared at it for a long moment, the words sinking in like a weight in my stomach. I didn’t know what to think or feel. The lies were so outrageous, so completely fabricated.

“Mercy, do you have any idea how much harder it would’ve been for you to sit there if you knew everything? You had to lie for me this once, and I didn’t have to watch you do it to know how much it was eating away at you. I could hear it in your voice.” His words strike a chord, and I can’t help but feel guilty. Because he’s right—lying to the ATF, using our personal tragedy as a cover story, had torn me apart inside. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that I need to be more involved, more aware of what’s going on. “Can you tell me how many lies came out of your mouth in that interrogation room?” he asks, his gaze searching mine. “One,” I respond automatically, thinking back to the story I’d sp

I love you. I know I've played a darn game with you, I have manipulate you, yes I agree I have forced you, but believe me I was under influence, Tristan changed my medicine that night, I wanted to tell you but you won't believe me and you're not in position to even think rationally that moment." Lia : "How many more lie you want to feed me, Taehyung, How much?" Tae - "I'm telling you truth, Lia, I'm not lying anymore.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I know you’re hiding something. And I’m going to find out what it is.” He looked at me with wide eyes, his expression a mixture of confusion and fear. I could see that he wasn’t prepared for this, for me to push back so forcefully. He had always been able to control me with his charm, with his smooth words, but now I was no longer the woman he could manipulate. I had learned too much about him, about his lies, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let him get away with it any longer. “I’m not lying to you,” he insisted, his voice growing more desperate. “Please, Miss Laila, you have to believe me. I’ve been nothing but honest with you.”

He was confused by the question on the other line so I breathed a sigh of relief. "He lied to me. That guy told me everything I need to know. He said ... fuck! I don't want to talk about him anymore. He knows how much I'm having a hard time right now because of the lies being told to me by all and then…" I said weakly to him and looked outside the window. The heavy rain suddenly fell. I smiled bitterly. Great. Exactly. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know. I don't know. He said—"

he said honestly. Ritu stopped her drink halfway and looked at him. She adjusted herself on the bed and paid full attention to him. "What's going on?" she asked. He recounted everything that had happened during the past month, including how she wouldn't let him touch her and how she spent so much time away from home, unlike before, without informing him. He talked of how she changed the lock on her phone and how she was so protective whenever he approached any of her items, how once he had seen someone stop by her office to pick up a few things, how a bouquet had been on her desk, and how she informed him that the company placed that on every desk, celebrating their anniversary, and how he h

He studied her face as though he could read every memory, every thought, every lie she might still be hiding. Finally, Amira stepped closer, her voice breaking. “I swear on my brother’s grave, I wasn’t hiding this because I wanted to. I was trying to protect me. And I’m sorry, Montez. I am so, so sorry.” The storm in his gaze softened slightly, but his jaw remained tight. “Do you understand what that lie cost me, Amira? Do you know what I felt when I saw him touch you? I would have put a bullet in his skull twice over.”