The Lover And His Liar Cast Novels & Stories

I was already behind the counter when Liam returned, still having a troubled expression on. "Is everything okay with you?" We weren't that close as I was still weary around him, but I felt the need to ask him, since it seemed like it had something to do with Kathie. "Yeah everything is great." He flashes me a fake smile and I saw that as a sign not to inquire any further. Well so be it. The key to the storage room slips from the counter and falls to the ground. We both bend down to pick it when we bump into each other.

Then my eyes shift to the stack of pictures on the table. “What is it, Liam?” I ask. He grabs one of the pictures from the stack and holds it up for me to see. “There might be no clause in our contract about having different lovers, but I don’t like it.” The pictures are of Tom and me sitting at a cafe. My hand is in his, and there is a look on our faces hinting that we are lovers–even if we are not. “I hired someone to follow you,” he says, his voice low and angry. “I wanted to know if you will obey my instructions.”

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

he replied, taking a step away from me. “Don't you get it? She was a mess before I started this, imagine what would happen if she finds out it's all a lie,” I shot back. “She may forgive me, but I'll never forgive myself.” He laughed bitterly. “So you want me to pretend to be the mystery guy to save your silly game?” “Liam—” “No, I refuse to be used to satisfy her emotions. Helena didn't like me enough then to stay, why in heaven's name would I waste my time trying to play some mystery lover? I'm not a fool,” he said defiantly, shaking his head.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

But that was a lie, and I had always been very bad at lying to myself. The laugh she gave when I asked about the boyfriend, I caught it. That half-second where her face did something involuntary before she smoothed it back over. I had watched Arianna's face for two years before she left. I knew what she looked like when she was afraid and trying not to show it. I knew the exact way her eyes moved when she was calculating instead of feeling. She was hiding something. The elderly woman, the boyfriend, was almost convincing. She had always been a careful liar. Thoughtful about details, but there was something underneath the story that didn't settle.

This is a psychological game—and I refuse to be a pawn. The Russian laughs again, as if our desperation were an entertaining show. “You really are very stupid. This is going to be easier than I imagined,” he says, cocking his gun with a disturbing smile. “How about we have some fun with them first, my love?” “Thanks, but I don’t like dick. If you untie me, I can shove that gun up your ass!” Lohan growls, his voice hoarse with rage. Liora remains in front of us, still silent. A flash of something—challenge? Pain appears in her eyes before the world around us plunges into chaos.

I said "You're an idiot," Felix said "I agree why the fuck did you ask Lorain her and why did you ask her to marry you when you are in love with Arora?" Gabi asked coming down "Can we not do this? Let's just go," I said "No brother make a decision. Luna or Lorain," Gabi said "Luna for fuck sake. It would always be her. I love her so much it hurt. I was a fucking fool and fucking drunk when I fucked that blond," I yelled

Ashton said stubbornly. "And what if I shoot you again huh, do you-" "I'd rather be shot by the one I love that be separated from her again." Both of them fell silent, Adira couldn't control the tears in her eyes. "You can't Ashton, you- you just can't. I just murdered someone, didn't you see that? I lied to you, I'm not who I say I am and-" "I don't care one bit about what you are, I love you regardless. My loves deeper than the bullet wound you gave me." He joked.