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Accusations, making me stand on the victim box even before listening to what I have to or want to say to him. He is making his own mind, nope; he did that way before. Way before me coming home or when he first finds out about Mavin. I am sure he used his power for that. I knew in my heart Brian would take some action if I keep coming home late at night regularly. Lies are bound to get caught, eventually. I know this day is coming, but I also plan to tell him everything before these lies come out in a worse way. But it looks as if my lies got caught in the worst way possible.

I sat beside him. "What is it,Damien? What's the problem?"I asked but he didn't reply. I placed my hand above him and his whole body trembled but he didn't remove his hand. "I've noticed you flinch any time I touch you.Do you have a phobia for touches? What's wrong?Talk to me"I coaxed. I was surprised how badly I wanted to know his demons. But he wouldn't speak. It was as if he wanted to....or probably contemplating what to do.

"He wants to speak to you." "Honey, what's wrong?" Lucas's voice was filled with worry. "Why do you need to withdraw such a large amount of money?" Eleanor felt tears welling up, but she knew she couldn't tell Lucas the truth. "My mom is sick, Lucas," she lied, her voice breaking. "She needs urgent surgery." "Okay, I'm on my way." "No! There's no need for that, Lucas. I can manage. Thank you," she insisted, her voice shaky.

No, that wasn’t— Her body went rigid, her mind scrambling for solid ground, for some kind of sense in the chaos of his words. “That’s not—” “Don’t,” Alessandro cut her off. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” Sienna sucked in a shaky breath, the weight of his fury pressing against her like a crushing force. “I’m not lying,” she said, voice quieter now, but firm. A muscle ticked in his cheek, the only crack in his otherwise unreadable expression.

Eric feeling guilty at what had transpired between him and Sandra divided he would wait for her response to the letter he had written to her, the contents which read as follows: "My dearest Sandra, I'm so sorry for what transpired between us. I enjoyed every bit of the time we spent together. Please believe me when I say I did not take advantage of you. I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I will not enforce myself on you as a sign of respect. Please let me know what you decide. I love you already"

“You will not dictate the terms while my hand is on your throat. I will give you words. You will give us the corridor. If the corridor is a trick, Aurora will finish what she wanted to start.” Marcus swallowed against the blade. “And the signature?” Sophia’s lie arrived without ornament. “After the net flickers. In this room. In front of her. You get ink when I see the families blink.” Aurora’s stare cut sideways. She heard the lie. She did not expose it. That was the older pact, the one that predated ledgers. “Do it,” Sophia said. Marcus hesitated only long enough to pretend he still had a choice. He moved to a dead panel the wipe had ignored because it had never been on the same map. The k

And she didn’t waste time. The second Aleksander came back, she ran her mouth. Told him her version. Full of lies. Full of poison. She added things that didn’t happen. Twisted the rest. Made it sound ugly. I could tell something was off the moment Aleksander stepped into the house. The way he looked at me. Like I had betrayed him. Like I was nothing. He didn’t come to me first. He went straight to Alf. No words. Just a blow. Right to his jaw.

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."

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

I looked back and gave him a confused look. "Reject him," he ordered. "I, Olive reject Dion as my mate," "Don't forget that I am an Alpha, I claimed you and you cannot simply decline it. Remember this one thing, Olive, I was never a liar. You have seen all my evilness, anger and pain blinded me but I never lied to you." He turned and ran fast until I couldn't see him anymore. Lie. What is a lie among any of these? Am I lied to?