Till Truth Do Us Part Novels & Stories

"You built me up just to tear me down… for revenge?" Eliza's lips curved into a cruel smile. The last flicker of hope in his eyes shattered. He erupted in manic laughter. "Hahaha! Eliza, even if you have your revenge, what difference does it make? Gordon will never come back. He's dead! Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you. Before he died, he longed to tell you the truth. But fate was cruel. One car crash stole him away. "And where were you then, Eliza? You were in my bed! Hahaha!"

My voice cracked. “Please?” He tilted his head, pretending to consider. His bandaged hand lifted, brushing my jaw with surprising gentleness – before his grip hardened, forcing my chin upward, exposing my throat. His lips hovered dangerously close, his breath a mix of smoke and fire. “Please – what? Please stop? Or please don’t?” I froze. My body trembled with the truth I couldn’t voice. I couldn’t even say it to myself. Shame flooded me. He chuckled low, dark. “That’s what I thought.”

“Either you tell him everything, the truth and nothing else or you sit here and hear me tell the whole story. Leaving is not an option.” “How could you do this to me?” Gamu asked me. “If you tell him the truth, I might ask him to forgive you but if you lie, I’ll let him deal with you however he wants.” Yoké told her. “Okay, guys please.” Uma said shaking his head. “Gamu what are you supposed to tell me?” She kept quiet and looked at me for a while and then she looked at Yoké and then she began to sob. “Gamu, tell him!” Yoké yelled at her.

Blood is louder than truth. And suddenly, I knew the game wasn’t over. It was just beginning

Partnership was being replaced by absence that grew more permanent with every revolution of crystal-enhanced wheels. Partnership that proved love and duty compatible through truth rather than assumption. Partnership I'm abandoning for investigation that might prove duty doesn't exist or love wasn't as important as heritage obligation. "Sleep comes easier when conscience is clear," Lady Mirelle observed from her own crystalline chamber. "Whatever tomorrow brings, you're pursuing truth rather than avoiding it. That choice deserves respect regardless of what verification reveals." Truth that might prove more complex than simple choice between crown and heart. Truth that might demonstrate belong

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Igor’s, feeling the profound relief of shared, undeniable truth. “Then we stop calling it a desire or a secret,” Killian whispered, the fear momentarily irrelevant. “We call it the truth. Our truth.” Igor responded by pulling Killian into a deep, tender embrace, cementing the Confession of Love not just as a feeling, but as the destiny they had both quietly been running toward, and now, finally, accepting together. The fight against their rivals was still coming, but now they faced it anchored by a truth that was stronger than any contract or corporate alliance.

It had been exposed, dissected, narrated, and remixed. It had become theirs. And all we could do now was reclaim what remained. In silence and together, but no announcements. No redemption stories, and maternal epilogues. We are only interested in the truth, which we refused to let the world rewrite. -

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

" Everyone around us—doctors, nurses, and other families—stared and whispered. They thought I was some monster who would sacrifice his own mom for money. I looked at my relatives, who were guilt-tripping me, and at Edmund, who was still playing the victim. I was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and a sense of absurdity. Right then, the ER doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, mask in hand, and asked sternly, "Who is the patient's family?" "I am! I'm her son!" Edmund yelled, racing forward. "The patient got help just in time, and she's safe now," the doctor said. Then, he paused and gave us a strange look. "However, the tests we did on what was left in her stomach showed she didn't dr

He didn't pull away. We fell asleep like that, hands linked, two people bound by contracts and lies learning what it felt like to tell the truth