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My core clenched each time his voice went slow when it got to the parts that made my stomach twist. I twisted slightly to look at him, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “You’re the worst. Look what you're reading.” He didn’t flinch. “‘He tasted like roses,’” he kept reading, eyes flicking to my mouth. “‘Like smoke and lies and promises he’d never keep.’” I flicked water at his face. He didn’t even blink. He just dropped the book onto the tile with a wet smack and leaned in, mouth hovering over mine.

But as the minutes ticked by, a deeper, uglier anger began to take root in my chest. If he loved Sophie so much, why did he touch me? I hadn't forced him into that bed. He had willingly, passionately taken everything I had to give, knowing exactly who was waiting for him in the real world. He wasn't just a strict boss protecting his image. He was a selfish, hypocritical liar. Nearly an hour passed before the heavy double doors finally opened.

“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.”

The document twisted the truth into an unrecognizable knot. [I, Aria Sterling, admit that driven by jealousy, I conspired with outside forces to leak Family secrets, causing significant losses. Furthermore, due to an unstable mental state, I suffered from the delusion that Mr. Axel Thorne was not dead, and based on this delusion, I made malicious and false accusations against innocent people. I hereby clarify: Mr. Axel Thorne did in fact die six years ago, and all of my previous allegations were the result of paranoid delusions.] A tear hit the paper, smudging the ink.

“See? The Alpha twins and their little entourage—they’re just jealous. That’s all this is.” Laughter broke out and nods followed. The tide, for now, was his. Ethan leaned back, basking in the applause of fools. But he didn’t see Lucas pause just outside the cafeteria doors. He didn’t see the way Lucas’s eyes burned, or how Liam leaned in close to whisper something that made Lucas’s expression turn from rage into something far colder, far more dangerous. Because the thing about lies is that they rot from the inside out. And when the truth finally claws its way to the surface… it doesn’t just wound.

my mind kept echoing but my body betrayed me while I rubbed faster. The conflict rips me apart from hating him and hating myself for getting wet over his betrayal. A soft gasp escapes while I cover it up with a fake cough as my eyes squeeze shut not to fully release. I pulled my hands away while my cheeks were burning. What the hell am I doing? Turning into a mess because of one night? That's when it hits me and trust me it's not a random spark but a sharp plan waiting to be unlocked. Jim thinks he can fuck around behind my back? Fine. I will make him watch me take what's his, which it's his best friend, his trust and precious control.

I ask him, confused about what game this is that he is playing. “I needed to know how you felt about me.” He says, confusing me even more. How could I make it any clearer than literally writing a book where I sell out every emotion I felt for him? “What do you..” It dawns on me that he has been lying to me again. This whole time, I thought he knew how I felt, because he said he had read the book and stupidly, I took him for his word. What was I thinking? This is the same man that pretended to be fucking Jack Dawson, this is the same man that had refused to tell me who he was and probably never would’ve come clean to me, had I not told him that I knew exactly who he was. This is the man that

"Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!" Andre couldn't say a word in his defense. Overcome with rage, he fainted on the spot. Dad was enraged when he finally learned the truth from me. From then on, he began to target and attack the Twilight pack. The Twilight pack was hanging on a thread. After Dad retaliated against them, they finally faced their downfall. Losing their homes, they lived like nomads and became social outcasts. Callie had intended to marry Easton only because of the wealth of the Twilight pack. Even after learning that Andre had assumed Easton's identity, she did not care about the truth as long as she could live comfortably.

I'm married to your brother, you fucking psycho but the fact that you think I'm dressing for anyone but myself makes you delusional. “Speaking of my brother? What's the update?” He said as he raised an eyebrow at me. His voice was low but I could catch up on what he was saying or rather, what he was trying to insinuate. “Have you gotten your hands on anything yet?” He sounded almost.. hopeful. “Not yet. I think he's being careful. He doesn't trust me..yet,” I lied. The way I remained composed was something that I couldn't entirely understand. But I knew that it was necessary if I wanted to convince him and give the lie away.

His fingers paused at the edge of her lace underwear, tracing the delicate edge without dipping beneath. “Should I continue, Princessa?” hismid finger settled in her center " You're soaked for me already". Heat flooded her face, shame and fury twisting together until she couldn’t tell them apart. “That’s not— I’m not—” “Liar.” He pressed the heel of his palm against her mound, firm enough that she gasped. The pressure sent an unwanted spark racing up her spine. “Your body doesn’t lie, Elara. It’s screaming for me.”