Novel & Cerita The Pale Faced Lie

I had no idea what it was, but I knew for sure that it had everything to do with the man sitting across from me. I wasn't the only one who had been quiet since the call ended. In fact, if there was a quiet competition, Fredrick would have won it hands down. For a moment, I was led to think that he had stopped breathing at some point. While I could clearly hear the erratic beating of my heart, I wasn't sure I even heard him breathe. From the corner of my eye, I had to throw him worried glances at certain intervals to make sure he was still breathing. “It's a lie.” I let out eventually. My voice was nothing less than a squeak in the grand scheme of things, but I continued nonetheless. “Those p

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 I lied. I actually lied to Papillon. I still didn’t understand why the lie slipped out so naturally. I had never been a liar. Never needed to be. I had always been brutally blunt with my words, saying exactly what I thought regardless of what anyone felt about it. Whether they feared me, hated me, or looked at me like I was some monster lurking in the shadows, I never cared. But when she looked at me with those damned doe eyes, staring straight into mine as she quietly asked if I had killed Amber, I opened my mouth and the lie just came out on its own.

And yet, for the sake of appearances, for the crowd, she forced the lie from her lips, trembling. “Yes,” she whispered, barely audible. “He—he paid me to lie. Kastiel bribed me. He… he made me say false things. He—he is guilty. Kastiel… he…” The room erupted. The Thornbrooks cheered softly, their whispers spreading the narrative like wildfire. Kael’s smile was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with victory. He patted her shoulder, praising her, praising her bravery and loyalty, weaving her lie into the perception of truth for everyone present.

I cackled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Rudolf! You're lying to me! You keep on lying to me! How long do you plan to keep lying to me?!" My hysteria left Rudolf stunned, his breath caught, frozen in place. He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was as if he sensed something yet lacked the courage to confront it, choosing instead to feign ignorance. "Rudolf! Sean fainted! Come over and take a look right now!" Vivian suddenly screamed.

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."

weary. “We need to talk,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Do we?” I said, crossing my arms as I shut the door. “Or are you just here to feed me more half-truths?” His jaw tightened. “I know you’re upset—” “Upset doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I snapped, cutting him off. “You’ve been lying to me, Stefan. Adrian was the first person to actually admit it out loud. Do you know how humiliating that is?”

Her deception weighed heavily on her, fueling her emotional exhaustion and moral ambiguity. She had not planned it that way. She had not sat down and calculated the damage. It had happened in the space of one conversation, one set of carefully chosen words, and by the time she understood what she had done, it was already done. Paul was two years old. Miguel was a newborn. And the foundation of their family had been built on a lie so complete that even Elena, who knew the truth, had started to lose track of where it ended and the story began. She sat in the kitchen one night after both boys were asleep, the flat quiet around her, and looked at the two photographs on the table — one of each bo

"If they're fake, then how do you explain the DNA test? And the billion-dollar inheritance they gave you? Unless…" In that instant, we all thought of the same possibility. "The inheritance transfer agreement is fake!" Laurel even grabbed Vita by the arm. "Anybody can get plastic surgery!" Since Vita actually knew about cosmetic work, she immediately reached out and examined Gillian's face. Sure enough, her face had been altered. But only Gillian's face. Orson and Keith both looked natural. Rebecca frowned. "Could it be that Mr. Cox really is your father, and only that woman is fake?"

“Watch your mouth.” Seeing how she refused to let go, I thought for a moment, then spoke calmly, “Wasn’t me going abroad exactly what you wanted? You pretended to be bullied so I’d take the humiliation and the beatings for you—what, your goal was achieved and you’re still unhappy?” All the color drained instantly from Lena’s face. Her eyes widened, her pale lips trembling nonstop. “You—you knew... everything... Harry, I can explain... I—” I shrugged. “But I don’t accept explanations.”

“I hate it.” “I know.” A nurse approached. “She is awake. Try not to tire her.” Noah nodded. Leah’s breath caught. Helen was awake. For a moment, the entire dangerous world narrowed to one hospital room. Noah stepped aside. “She asked if you looked well,” he said quietly. “I said yes.” “Thank you.” “I lied badly.” “Then I’ll try to improve the evidence.” He almost smiled. Almost. Leah entered the room. Helen Parker lay propped against white pillows, thinner than Leah wanted to see, but with the same clear eyes that had always made lies more difficult. Her hair was brushed neatly, one hand resting over the blanket. When she saw Leah, her face changed.