Twisted Lies Chapters Novels & Stories

she said. “She has your face.” “She has my blood. That’s not the same.” Dimitri leaned in. “You never mentioned a twin.” Isadora’s jaw set. “Because she was irrelevant.” Then, quieter. “Until now.” Emilia’s breath hitched. She was about to step forward when Luca’s hand came down gently on her arm. Not yet. Not until they were ready to be seen. So they stood in the shadows for one more breath, listening to the unraveling of a lie five years in the making.

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

He pinned me down, his body pressing mine into the mattress. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands roamed my body, ignoring my struggles and protests. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized I was trapped, unable to escape the consequences of my own weakness. Just then , the door opened widely. “What’s going on here!!”

“That evil snake! That lying witch! Look how she twisted everything! Ares sure put her to this.” Tessa sat frozen, her wide eyes locked on the screen even though the interview had already cut to another program. Her chest rose and fell as though she’d been running, her hands trembling in her lap. “It’s… it’s not entirely a lie,” she whispered hoarsely, her throat dry. Ayisha spun on her, stunned. “What?” Tessa’s gaze lowered, shame coating her voice. “Not everything she said was false. But ninety percent…ninety percent is nothing but poison she twisted to fit her story.”

"So what now? Do you realize people are starting to get tired of your stories and you decide to spice things up by lying and also giving out my private information? Why? Do you expect your minions to come after me?" "I don't do, minions, I don't need to, there is enough for everyone to see and know who is at fault," "That's because you twisted the story to fit your narrative, you did all these, you didn't talk about when you asked me to marry Rafael instead, didn't talk about the weeks you neglected and ignored my pleads for you to come back, you didn't talk about how you ghosted me for weeks, months, no you told a half baked true, twisted everything that happened and made me the villain,"

I would love to watch some of those wolves, who took pride in their control, squirm. He got out of his chair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. The last thing I want to do is have you back in that bed for a month. When you see them it might make it worse.” I shook my head and concentrated on my sandwich. “I won’t do anything. I’m numb to all of this now. I want to meet the woman who’s taken the place I wanted to be in.” He stared at me as I put things back where they belong. “I want you to think about this before you decide you want to go.”

He tore through the hallways, checking every room, every nook and cranny— but Claire was gone. Ryan cursed under his breath. She was running. Of course she was running. That was what liars did best. But not this time. Not with him. Ryan’s hands curled into fists as he stormed down the corridors, fury and betrayal burning through him. Wherever she went, he would find her. And when he did— there would be no more lies. Only truth. And consequences. --- Claire reached the bottom of the staircase, her feet touching cold stone.

He may have nodded, but I can't be sure because he gripped my hips and I lost all thought. "You owe me confessions dorogoy. Remember what you did the day you left?" "I don't." I lied. "Well, I'm sure you will." He hoisted me over his shoulder and dropped me on his bed. I thought we were going to the confession room. He rummaged through the night stand and pulled out some rope. I scooted further away from him, but he gripped my ankle, halting my movements. He deftly tied both my wrists to the headboard.

What if all the lines had already been crossed? What if the truth was just another kind of cage? When I woke up, the red folder was still beside me. Still burning. Still whispering. And in the quiet, I finally whispered back. “I’m not afraid of the truth.” But I didn’t know if that was a promise or a lie. END OF CHAPTER 4

“I’m the one that hoards the lies? I’m sorry, but I think you’ve skipped a few chapters in your book, Tobias because I haven’t lied to you about anything.” Her gaze veers away from mine once more as she raises her hand to wipe it across her brow. I look over her shoulder to where Davis is standing with his phone in his hand as his fingers tap feverishly across the screen. “You’re lying now,” I state bluntly, needing her to tell me what it is that she is doing here, apart from admitting to me that she is fucking him. “I haven’t lied to you. Only because I refuse to tell you what it is that I am doing here, doesn’t mean that I am lying.”