The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

" Adrian sobbed in front of the tombstone, pouring his heart out to Liliana's picture until he was utterly spent. Yet, he would not quit. He stood vigil at Liliana's grave for three endless days and nights until he nearly collapsed from exhaustion. That was when Fiona stepped in, dragging him back to the hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, Fiona waved a photo of some high-profile heiress in front of Adrian. "Adrian, take a look. Here's the Campbell Group's prize, the Larsen family's oldest daughter, and the Harris Group's youngest. Just pick the one you like, and I'll make sure you two are set up," she said, determined to see him through this.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

I figured he just cared about his professional image. Now, with Sarah clinging to him, he just frowned a little and had no intention of pushing her away. It brought me immense pain and made me feel like a clown. "It's nothing," he said. "I promised Rick I'd look after you." "It wasn't my fault," she whined, refusing to let go. "That old lady darted into the road. You know I've got night blindness. I freaked out and mixed up the gas and brakes. I know you're worried about the victim, but I swear I only had a tiny bit to drink. She can name her price, and I'll pay. It's just a shame my new car is stained with blood."

In court, faced with the mountain of evidence, Louis was deathly pale. In order to avoid paying damages, he actually stated outright that the proposal was completed independently by Flora, and that the plagiarism was her personal action, having nothing to do with the firm. Sitting in the plaintiff's seat, I watched coldly as he pushed all the blame onto Flora. This was the man I had loved for ten years. When things went wrong, his first reaction was to shirk responsibility and save his own skin. But even so, he still faced a massive penalty.

Before, I was delusional to think that she was grinding hard for our future. I never minded her long absence. The illusion fell apart when I overheard her conversation with Charles. How absurd. Compared to her lies, I would rather she had simply cheated on me. However, my feelings on the matter would not alter the truth. In fact, reality broke me. For that reason, I chose to walk away. I made the decision to withdraw from the world of lies and betrayal. With that, I handed in my resignation without telling anyone, and that included Noelle.

"But Elena, it wasn't all lies, was it? We had good times. We were in love once, weren't we?" I was silent for a moment. Yes, we had. The passion of our early marriage, the trips we took, the way he'd celebrate my birthday… But all of it was built on a foundation of deceit. "Even if we did, Vincent, you destroyed it," I said calmly. "You can't erase three years of lies with an apology." "Then what do I have to do?" His eyes were filled with desperation. "Tell me, Elena. What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

My heartbeat quickened, the sound of it loud in my ears. “No, I’ve not,” I said quickly. The lie came out smoother than I expected. Too smooth. I tried to keep my face relaxed, hoping there was nothing in my expression that gave me away. Hoping he didn’t already know the truth. “Hmm,” he murmured, like he was thinking. “Well, good thing,” he said after a moment. “Because I got a mail from an unknown source telling me that you have been married before…” My stomach dropped. “…I mean, at first I wasn’t really sure,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck casually. “I spoke to Clara, but she insisted that it was your story to tell… which was why I asked.”

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

I lied. His brows furrowed as he watched me, “Larissa, don’t do that,” he said in a low tone. I opened my mouth to speak, but he was faster. “Don’t hide whatever it is behind a smile, talk to me,” he said in a firm tone. I let out a low breath. “I promise, I am fine, I just... I just needed to see you,” I lied. “You looked pale only because you wanted to see me?” he asked, clearly pointing out that he didn’t buy the lie I had told.

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.