The Lover's Lies Novels & Stories

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And———I Love You Too, L-Love!" That was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

’ Oh shit, I forgot he too had been out tonight, he’d asked me to meet him before I went and met Isabella instead. ‘You wouldn’t of seen me because we were out of town this time brother, you already know our clubs here in Haling Cove are immensely boring. We have been partying in this shit town for years, it’s just the same old same old, so I wanted a change of scenery for once.’ I lied. ‘Since when have you ever had a problem with the clubs in this town brother.’ He raised his brows at me. ‘You have never once complained to me. The girls in this town are still insane though, right?’ He asked me, giving me a smirk.

I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression. "Why? Isn't it true?! Nothing really happen, right? Now, tell me, who got you pregnant?!" "Have you forgotten about the party last week?! We made love!" "Love your face! Ha! Me? I guess you're with someone else that time. You were drunk then, weren't you? Don't fucking trick me, Hailey!" I shook my head. He's lying… I'm sure he is and he's just making a way to escape his responsibility.

I asked softly. I reached for the bar soap, gliding it over my skin. He walked me to the shower wall, kissing my neck. “Did Victor do that to you?,” he asked this time directly. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. “No…,” I lied. He stopped, “You’re lying, Liora…, when I touched your wrist you mentioned him…fear was obvious on your face…,” he said. “It…not like…that... nothing happened,” I assured him, but he didn't seem to believe me.

“No, no. I haven’t told him any lies. But I haven’t told him everything either. And the more I care about him, the harder it gets.” I understood what she meant. When you love someone, hiding even a small thing feels heavy. “Do you think he likes you back?” I asked gently. Leora smiled a little. “I don’t know. Maybe. Sometimes he looks at me like he wants to say something, but then he changes the topic. And now… with Camila around, I feel like I’ve already lost.” At the mention of Camila, Simeon finally spoke. “If Nelson truly likes you, no one can take him from you. Camila or not,” he said firmly. “But you need to be honest. With yourself and with him.”

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

she said out loud, but deep down, her guts were tearing her apart. Her story was indeed complicated because her son isn't actually her late fiance's child because he's impotent instead, he was the child of her late fiance's rival who she had cheated on him with and now they were in a contract t marriage which by the way was going to be fulfilled soon and she really really didn't know what to do. She ran her fingers through her hair in confusion but trying to calm herself down. Her mom had also been around when Louise came in, but so typical of her, she didn't dwell too much on it and simply took Nathan and Zack out for a treat.

“Not so fast, you need to give us the details on how you were able to pull this off.” “Yeah…” the others added, nodding eagerly Martin leaned back, shaking his head, “She wasn't hard to fool. I told her what she wanted to hear, played the lover boy until she agreed to become my wife. And for all I know, she believes I am the perfect husband, the one she brags about to her friends.” As the laughter grew louder, my breath ceased. Each word felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt.

Maybe they need to be more creative if they want to create a lie. Lisa picked up her bag from the bed. Before stepping out of the room, she came up to me and kissed me on the lips. The kiss and the scent of perfume that I always longed for. I thought I would be hers forever. Turns out I was wrong. She gave her kisses and her body to other people, too. How ironic. “We’ll talk about this later after I get home. Okay?” she replied. “Okay.” “Bye. Love you.” She rushed out of the room as if she couldn’t wait to meet her lover.

His tall frame swayed, and for a moment, he almost couldn't stand. He had never known that Alessia, who always looked carefree and wild, like she only knew how to get up to no good, had quietly collected everything about him behind his back. She'd clumsily, secretly tried to do something for him. And what had he done? He'd built their marriage on lies. When it came down to life and death, he hadn't hesitated to choose someone else. When she had her head split open and was bleeding profusely, he hadn't even spared her a single glance.