The Pretty Lies The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

She never wasted things and some of her things in her room are all cheap. "I'm not interested whether you're handsome or not. What's important is that you're my husband."- Wow, almost of the girls back when I'm still a high school and college student are flocking around me. And she doesn't care about my looks? She's not interested? She's lying.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000? He must have done some kind of dirty jobs. The Coopers might be a renowned tycoon family, but they are also the ruthless and dirtiest human beings with a lot of secrets, and I’m not about to become one of their tools. High school with their youngest—Drizella Cooper, was hell. She didn’t just bully people, she ruined lives. I wasn’t a victim but I was friends with her victims. Or maybe she couldn’t touch me back then because she knew about the contract?

Lies wrapped in the appearance of truth. Marcus entered quietly, setting down a cup of coffee that steamed in the cold air. “You won’t find her here,” Marcus said softly. “Not the way they’ve painted her. These records… they’re too clean. Too perfect. Which means they’re fake.” Damian’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam sparking in them. “Then I’ll find the cracks. Every lie leaves a shadow. And when I do, they’ll regret ever touching her name.”

More like, interested in her blue eyes. “That’s a dangerous word.” “No one ever needs it.” She shrugged again. A certain imagination crossed my mind — my damn wet T-shirt clinging to her body, her nipples…. Murmurs from the class pulled me back. “Lies betray. They destroy trust. When the truth comes out, it always does…the damage is worse.” I said, continuing the argument. “That means the truth is owed,” she replied with a tick of her tongue. “Not all truth belongs to everyone.”

She turned the page and found another photo photo of herself reclining on a picnic blanket, Ethan's arm across her shoulders. Something tightened in her chest. She was not wearing the same dress as the first photograph. The lighting was incorrect. The background wasn't even at the same location yet, her pose, her smile-they were the same as the previous photo. Her breath hitched. The photographs were not real. They were fabricated. Staged. The realization struck her with a cold, hard shiver. She slammed the album shut, heart pounding. What else was a fabrication? She spun, surveying the room, looking for anything-anything-that might reveal the truth. She went to the closet, pulling open the

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."

“It won’t kill anyone. But it will show you how easily those around you can be undone by their own lies.” His eyes found mine. “Especially his lies.” “You know what this means, right?” For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. “You’re asking me to drug them.” “I’m asking you to open your eyes.” His tone was calm, almost patient. “You keep clinging to the idea that you owe them honesty, that if you’re just good enough, loyal enough, they’ll see your worth. But they won’t. Sometimes, the only way to see the truth is to force it out.”