The Lies We Leave Behind Novels & Stories

"I love you." "I love you too but sometimes love is not enough. Loyalty is important too. Promise me you won't leave me, you'll always love me" "Ayana I..." His phone rang. It was his lawyer. "I have to take this, I'll be back. I love you" he kissed her lips and left her room. His lawyer called to inform about a meeting with Claire's lawyer about Auxton Oaks. Oliver said he would be present at the meeting. He hoped Claire would also be there. He went to meet the Chef when he was done with the call and got the food for Ayana.

Dillon asked. “We can’t know for sure, but if we talk with employees who are no longer there, we’re more likely to get the truth. And,” he added, “a lie can be just as revealing as the truth.” “So, who do we start with?” Dillon asked standing to look over Jason’s shoulder. “There are over a hundred names on that list, and it looks like at least half of them left the company around the same time as Elroy.” “Here,” Jason stabbed his finger at a name in the middle of the page. “Starla Lott. She worked in the same department and left two days later. She’s where we start.” He pulled out his phone. “With any luck, this number is still current.”

I picked up the photocopied agreement, my tone firm. "Yes, I know going back is walking into death. But it's also our only chance to live." They couldn't understand. "Why?" I looked at the three of them and didn't explain further. I wasn't sure I could actually expose the truth, so it was better not to say anything. Even if I failed, I could still buy them time to escape. I took out all my savings and handed them over. "Just use this to buy tickets and leave as soon as possible." Laurel burst into tears. "You don't really have a plan, do you? You just want to buy time for us to run!"

“We remember more. We pass it on. We carve it into places they can’t reach.” Lysa moved beside Mira, her voice rough from too many things unsaid. “How do we keep this from happening again?” Velan looked up at the stars. Then at them. “The Lie lives,” he said, “when stories belong to the few. But it dies when names are shared.” Azriel rose slowly, the vine now whole in his hand. White. Gold. Silver. The colors of every life they’d brought back. Every voice that refused to stay silent.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

By now, he's probably already confessed. Hearing this, my emotions tangled into a storm. I was heartbroken that a man who had worked alongside my parents for so many years could betray me so ruthlessly. And I was filled with regret toward Andy. In the past, deceived by Chelsea, I had often lashed out at him with harsh words. Yet now, the one who saved me… was him. Without thinking, I tightened my arms around him. At that moment, another barrage of comments flashed before my eyes. [This idiot Melissa still isn't rushing to save the finance director—she's actually believing Andy's lies!]

The air in the stone house felt frozen, thick with tension. I bent down and picked up the letter. The paper was rough, its edges frayed, but the words on it were sharp. Each stroke of the pen felt like a blade thrusting into my chest. Trey finally snapped out of his daze and stepped forward urgently. "Leah, I only found out about this later!" His voice was hoarse. "My dad did those things! It wasn't me!" "But you knew, and you still didn't tell me," I replied softly as I looked at him. "Trey, your greatest sin isn't what your father did. It's the fact that you knew I considered you my only family, and you still lied to me."

"Ms. Sole, there's one thing I need to clarify to you. All the gifts that Zach bought for Kelly were actually meant for you. She was supposed to pass them on to you and persuade you to get back together with him. He also told her to mind her words." He showed me Zachary's chat history with Kelly, which indeed had a message from Zachary that read, "Don't mention me when passing the gifts to Melissa. Just give them to her and leave." The assistant went on, "Unexpectedly, not only did Kelly not hand them over to you, but she even lied to Zach and told him that you rejected the gifts. She also said that you had a new boyfriend. "Besides that, she was the one who gave Zach the idea to transfer yo

I grabbed my bag and walked to the room, shutting and locking the door. “Anywhere but not this house.” “Leo,” Grayson said. “What of our children?” he added. I turn back. “We will figure it out” “I can’t stay,” I said, cutting him off. “Not after this.” “We can fix it.” I paused at the door. For a second. Then I shook my head. “No,” I said quietly. “You can’t fix something that was built on lies.” “Please,” Grayson screamed. “You should’ve thought about that before, I wish you had told me earlier at least.” I replied. I opened the door and left with no good byes.

For three years, I, Julian Chase, was in a long-distance relationship with my girlfriend, Claire Winston, video calling her every single night. The first time I noticed a black tie that wasn't mine lying in the background of her call, I took a screenshot and confronted her. Her brother messaged me about it. [Julian, that's my tie. I left it at her place the last time I visited.] The second time, I caught a glimpse of two used condom wrappers in the background. Her best friend showed me a hotel booking to explain it away. "This one's on me. I was just messing around with Claire as a joke and ended up upsetting you. I'm sorry." The third time. The fourth time. Every single time something