The Lover's Lies Novels & Stories

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

"He can't get through to me, so he sends his lover? Is this some prank?" "Lover?" Ariana found the word so disgusting, especially concerning Markris of all people. "Why would I have a lover who is married? Hell, why would Markris be my lover when his mum is almost like a mother to me? Also, I fucked his friend, and I enjoyed it too much to jump in bed with him. Hopefully, this helps?" "What?" Lorena could not believe her ears. A girl she had never met just info dumped on her without any shame. Suddenly, she needed to know whoever it was.

he always loved her so much, I never knew that there was a story she wasn't telling me. See she loved this boy named Jacob and she planned that they would both get married, at that time she told me that he had been involved in an accident and he needed her more than ever, she loved him with her whole being and mourning her father... everything had been too much for her, for all the sarcifice she had made for me and how much she had helped me, I wanted to help her and so I made up the Idea that I go in her stead and marry you, I promised to give her back the money that was rightfully hers when the time came. I never knew she had made up so many lies, you see, that time I asked for that money

“I did follow Madam, just as you instructed.” My jaw tightens instantly. “And?” He hesitates for barely a second. “I happened to get pictures of her and… her lover.” Slowly, I raise my eyes to him, murder in my veins. “Her what?” “Her… suspected lover, sir.” He quickly corrects himself. Without another word, I snatch the tablet from his hands and begin scrolling through the pictures. And immediately, my expression darkens. Lori is laughing as she stands beside some man. The bastard looks annoyingly comfortable around her too.

“This is your last chance. Tell me the truth, or I swear, you’ll regret it.” Her lips tremble, and for a second, it looks like she’ll stick to her lies. But then, she crumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I only gave it to you once. Just once, when I came back to the pack months ago. Besides, it was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” I can feel she is lying. I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, disgust crawling up my spine. “You’re telling me I divorced my fated mate and lost my Liam, all because of a love potion? You call that an accident?”

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

“This is your last chance. Tell me the truth, or I swear, you’ll regret it.” Her lips tremble, and for a second, it looks like she’ll stick to her lies. But then, she crumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I only gave it to you once. Just once, when I came back to the pack months ago. Besides, it was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” I can feel she is lying. I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, disgust crawling up my spine. “You’re telling me I divorced my fated mate and lost my Liam, all because of a love potion? You call that an accident?”

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

“Do I still have a job?” “No.” I hated him. Lies. I loved him. “Why not?” “I can’t be your man if you work for me.” “I never said you were my man.” “If I can’t be your man I’ll just stalk you.” I wondered how much truth was in that statement. “But I could still keep my job, right?” “Sure, makes it easier to stalk you,” he answered with a chuckle. “And I could dance.” “You’ll never dance in that club.”