The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

Phones were lifted discreetly, capturing every movement. Confused, she leaned toward a nurse nearby. “Is something… wrong with my face?” The nurse hesitated, lowering the phone slightly. “Nothing, Doctor… but look at this.” Lilian took the phone, and her heart sank. Alexandra’s face filled the screen, every media outlet already running with the story. He was making the “fiancée” lie real, turning fiction into headline news with effortless precision. She bit her lip. I shouldn’t have taken this lightly…

“Don’t let him win. He’ll kill us anyway.” His gaze makes contact with mine- wild, desperate, full of pain. A bruise on his lip, a bruise sprouting over his jaw, and yet now I see the man who kissed me in the dark and said I should never go over to the dark alone. But now we don’t know, and I must be the light. That way at least Emily will live, I think. He shakes his head violently. “No—Carina, please. Don’t.” I keep quiet. My fingers are holding the flash drive Leo has created, the one that I slipped under my sleeve. It is my actual weapon, my bet, and my lie.

I smiled to comfort her, "It's all in the past. Don't blame yourselves. Besides, Marcus treated me decently over the years." "Decently? What nonsense! Look at this!" She angrily handed me her phone to show me the content. It was photos of me with them at the filming location yesterday. The headline read: [Gold Digger's Hypocritical Mask Torn Off by Legitimate Wife, Fans Heartbroken Over Actress Lucia Sandwood’s Ordeal] Throughout the article, I was portrayed as a vicious mistress who deceived Marcus while fantasizing about taking Lucia's place. I couldn't even finish reading the whole thing because it painted me in such a horrible light.

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

"Couldn't sleep?" Lena's hands tightened on the notebook. The first lie had been his. But this- This was hers. She smiled falsely, pushing the journal behind her back. "Yeah," she replied firmly, her stomach quivering with fear. "Just restless." Ethan moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Get back into bed," he whispered. Lena froze, her heart racing. And then- She nodded. She slipped the journal into the drawer behind her without a sound, hoping he hadn't noticed.

"Congratulations—on raising someone else's child." With that, I turned and walked away. Behind me, Silas erupted into a hoarse scream. "Impossible! That's impossible! Ariana, you lied to me—you lied, didn't you?! Ahhhhh! Come back! Ariana, come back!" His voice grew weaker and weaker, likely drowned out as the police restrained him.

I whimpered, “I don’t know you,” “Then, why lie to me?” He roared, a voice of authority jolted me, scaring me somehow. I don’t understand why it seemed to be a big deal when he doesn’t know me. I could feel his hand gripping my arm, but I could not seem to cry. “I did not lie to you, Blake,” I said bleakly. “You know my stance about rich people. I can’t fall in love with you,”

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

"Bella, since he's already gone, we should arrange the burial so he can finally rest in peace…" Bella turned, intending to snap at him, but the moment she focused on his face, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Where is the rash on your face?" A sudden, freezing dread washed over Harry from head to toe. Everything had happened so suddenly that he hadn't seen it coming. The red marks he had meticulously painted onto his face had long since been washed away by his sweat. His lie had utterly collapsed on its own. As the light hit his face, his sheer panic was laid bare for Bella to see.

But because of that one sentence from Shawn, she'd decided I was lying. A terrifying thought flashed through her mind. Had I actually been poisoned to death? Her ears started ringing. Right on cue, Shawn caught up to her. He covered his nose and pretended not to know anything. "Finn must've been up to no good again, huh? Was he trying to develop some kind of toxic gas? How is anyone supposed to stay in this room from now on?" Eunice finally saw how badly she'd been fooled as she watched his flawless performance. When I'd gone to her for money, when I'd been trapped in this room… Shawn was the only one who'd been lying the whole time.