Twisted Lies Summary Novels & Stories

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.” It was followed by a mission report I knew too well. On the night of the mission, there had been an attempt on my life. My blood had almost run dry before I was saved. When I woke up at the hospital, I found out that I had lost a baby I did not know I had been carrying. I wept bitterly in Victor’s arms, but I did not tell him about the baby. I did not want him to worry about me more. Now, I finally found out — Summer had been attacked that night as well, and Victor’s orders had been: “Save Summer first.” My tears soaked into the paper, smudging his handwriting. “Alright,” I said softly but firmly into the silence. “If my marriage had been a lie all along, I’ll disappear from your life. Forever.”

My husband pretended to lose his memory in a car accident just to fulfill his young girlfriend's wish to become vice president—and to strip me of my position. As I passed by, I accidentally overheard her whisper to him, "Since you agreed to let me borrow the title for seven days, can I borrow you for seven days too?" He smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. "Of course. Use me however you like." I stopped in my tracks but did not expose his lie. The next day, at the conference table, he slammed his hand down and declared that his girlfriend was his real wife. He ordered me to get out of the company and hand over all my projects. Every employee turned to look at me, waiting for me to put a stop to his outrageous performance.

“Hannah…” he breathes ravenously. Nathan Durk. The man that makes my body lose control. The passion in his eyes is terrifying. It's consuming. My chest tightens with each beat of my heart. His eyes are like a void that traps you completely and sucks the air out of you. “I'm done denying this feeling. I need you,” he adds, taking another step towards me. My body is aching. But this is wrong. This is fvcking wrong! How can my whole body quiver for him when we are not fated to be? And my husband is right next door! This is forbidden! But yet, it is the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. Heck, my damn body is a traitōr and fate is so cruel! Suddenly the door opens and Liam Durk, my fated mate and husband bursts in. ********* Three years ago, Hannah Blanco broke up with her perfect boyfriend, Nathan, and married her fated mate, Liam. But she soon realizes that life never goes as planned most times. However, as much as she wants, she cannot easily end things with Liam. A bond stronger than anything keeps them tied. Three years later, Nathan returns to the pack and so are Hannah's feelings for him. Back then and now, his feelings never changed. But then, he is a man with a dark past and a bleak future. In the fight of desire, of what is wrong and what is right, Hannah must learn to tame her feelings. Or give in to the fọ́rbị́dden passịọ́n that she knew would only lead to darker ọ́bsessịon. However, Hannah's feelings are far from being the only thing on the line here. Everything comes at a price and these three must be ready for the consequences of their choices.

"Sign it." Rachel picked it up and glanced at it. It was a divorce paper. It stated that she had to vacate the house without any belongings and return everything she had taken from the Brown family. This included shares, businesses, properties gifted by the Brown family, and any cash received from them. Rachel's face drained of color. "Why?" She asked, her voice shaking. Lucas replied indifferently, "If you don’t sign, in five days, I’ll make your family wish they were never born. You have these five days for your family to move out." Her body shook with fear. Is he really serious?

The day she walked into that mansion her life was forever transformed. And all it took was his lovely smile to sweep her off her feet on the first meeting for her to tumble into the deep trap of a twisted and forbidden affair. When confronted with such a dramatic situation, Avita felt it was immoral and refused to compromise her values to satisfy her lust and desire for her friend’s father. But, once fate had been decided, there was no way out. Her tenacity and determination left a lasting impression on him. Her delectable, soothing, and calming fragrance kept tempting him to do the forbidden, and he succumbed to his desires. She was everything he loved and despised, and her presence in his life confused everything. He wanted to keep plucking the forbidden fruit, despite the grave repercussions. And the repercussions of his avarice caused him considerable pain. When two people from separate worlds with different agendas meet due to circumstances, plots, and tricks designed as fate. What do you think will happen? What do you think will happen when the virtuous and flawless lover and girlfriend reveal herself to be something no one expected her to be?

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching. The new teacher was so panicked that she was crying herself, her voice trembling. "The parent of the other child is in the office. They said they're willing to compensate any amount, but... But there's no way you can make their son apologize." My anger surged as I kicked open the office door. However, I instantly froze in place. In the office, my husband, Arlo Payton, who was supposed to be in Swizor for a year of intensive studies, was holding up the bully. The next second, the little boy in his arms pointed at Anna and laughed. "Look, Dad. Clownface is here!"

There is a thin line between love and hate, or so they say. While trying to forget her dark past and move on, Aria is taken hostage by none other than the mafia leader who believes Jace is involved in his sister's kidnap. As Aria's captivity prolongs unexpectedly, heart shattering secrets are revealed, Alejandro and Aria develop a twisted relationship, complicated by deceits, danger, and desire. But as stakes rise, Aria must choose between saving herself and surrendering to her feelings. Alejandro must choose between protecting everything he has ever known or losing it all.

In the sixth year after helping Blake secure his position as Don, I was both his wife and his sharpest blade. Until the day of our daughter's birthday– She was hit by a car arranged by his enemies. As her life hung by a thread, I called him dozens of times. He never answered. However, I heard that he was at a casino, spending lavishly with his first love. In that moment, whatever I felt for Blake died completely. So when he finally returned, carrying the scent of another woman, I pretended not to notice. Blake frowned and tried to explain, "Victoria is still young. The casino isn't safe. I had no choice but to stay with her." I said nothing. I only nodded. However, he suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing me by the throat, his gaze dark. "Helena, our daughter is hurt – do you think I don't care? Do you have to keep this attitude? "And it's just a minor injury. You're the Don's wife. Be more composed. Don't let your jealousy toward Victoria go too far." I let out a cold laugh. He did not know–our daughter was already gone. And neither he nor this family needed to exist in my life anymore.

After I divorced the mafia boss, he pleaded outside my house on bended knees for us to get back together. Apparently, it struck him that I was the only one for him. To win me back, he dropped every lover he kept on the side and made a spectacle of his love across the city. At our wedding, he lit the sky with fireworks to show the city of Naples that he had me back in his life again. All envious eyes were on me as I completely had his heart. The eve of our first Valentine’s Day together after our second wedding, I went for a hospital check-up, only to find that I was expecting. With the pregnancy test result in hand, I wanted to share the good news with him right away, but I ran into him taking another woman with a bump for a prenatal appointment. The doctor congratulated them on their newborn, due next week. The woman was a childhood friend of his. As it turned out, he begged me for another shot at marriage while impregnating another behind my back. His proclamation of undying love was nothing more than lies to keep me sweet. I didn’t cry, nor did I raise hell. All I did was take out my entire savings to stage a plane crash to fake my death. Since a divorce couldn’t free me from him, I’d make him lose me forever. By the time he realized that I was carrying his child, the only thing he’d have left of me was a death certificate.

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”