Novel & Cerita The Pale Faced Lie

" 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?"

“They don’t just allow anyone in…” I paused, deliberately, letting the silence stretch so I could study her face. Her eyes, still wide, still searching, were locked on mine now, unblinking. I watched for the tell: the slight narrowing, the flicker of doubt, the moment she decided whether to call bullshit or let me keep digging this hole. Her lips parted once, then pressed into a thin line. No immediate explosion. No scoff. Just that piercing, patient stare that made me feel like she could see straight through the thin veneer of my excuse to the panic underneath. “…matter of fact,” I continued, leaning forward just enough to close some of the distance I’d created with my lie, “if you’re looki

"Who hit my sister?" The crowd fell silent. All the color drained from Viola's face. Her lips trembled, and a muffled whimper escaped her. Aaron's expression shifted from anger to confusion, then to terror. "That's impossible. How could she be..." He suddenly looked at me, his eyes red. "Eve, why didn't you tell me?!" He stepped forward and tried to take my hand. Even his voice changed. "Eve, I made a mistake! She lied to me! She kept turning me against you! I never wanted to break up with you!"

I sigh, and I turn around with the rest of the guys. After a few minutes of rustling behind me, we hear a small gasp from the young girl. "What is it?" I ask, not daring to look back from the fear that Kenli will beat me with a hammer. "Nothing. She's just cold." I can hear the tremble in her voice. She is obviously lying, people in this family just love to lie. But I shake it off, lying isn't our biggest problem right now. *********************************** Kenli A gasp escapes my lips as I take off her shirt to reveal several hundred cuts covering her body. "What is it?" The one called Alec questions. I look up at him to make sure he isn't looking.

He left the room, careful, like he was trying not to wake something. I watched him go and felt nothing. My heart was already dead. He'd put the arrogance down too late. At the press conference, the flashes were blinding. Vivian's fake diploma. Vivian's workplace abuse. Piece by piece, in front of every camera in the room. A thick file. Clean, methodical. And the videos. With audio. You could hear the cigarette hissing as it pressed into skin. The reporters were sharks scenting blood. They came at me with every question.