Twisted Lies Summary Novels & Stories

And he was looking straight at her, his seemingly dark, hooded eyes eyeing her figure with shameless intrusion, before meeting with her eyes. She looked away. Immediately. _______ Elara briskly wiped her hands clean with the wipes from the restroom before trashing it away. She stood at the back entrance of the hall, her eyes fixated on the blonde man in front of the bar. Her father had left her with him, so they could 'get along' before the wedding but conversing with the shiny suit man was boring than she thought. He had spent the next minutes talking about himself and how he singlehandedly ' rule' the mafia world in his country and how his father was only the Don by name.

And then, out of nowhere, Liam stood up. His voice cracked. But it rang louder than anyone expected. “She’s lying!” Everyone turned. “She promised me money. Said she’d make me famous if I helped get rid of Maya. And when I wanted to stop, she threatened my family. My little sister…” He started crying. “I didn’t want to do it anymore. But I was scared. And I’m sorry. But she’s lying. She used me. All of you, she used all of you.” The silence that followed was crushing.

“Respectable? My name is in dirt, Alex… well thanks to Veronica, i wouldn’t even be talking about a failed marriage. Everyone saw me disgraced at the wedding. They’ll laugh the moment you stand next to me.” “They’ll laugh,” he agreed, his voice was calm. “Until they realize the woman who walked away from Eric Wilson is now married to his elder brother, the one who actually holds the reins of the family empire. Then they’ll stop laughing and start wondering how powerful you must be to stand beside me.” My stomach churned. His logic was ice-cold, every word cut through my pride. And the worst part was that it almost made sense. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head. “You’re insane

Her words drew laughter from the group. When the laughter subsided, Simon's face turned even colder as he said, "You? The future Mrs. Stewart? Have you looked in a mirror? "Did you really think Mr. Stewart wouldn't figure out who was behind Mrs. Stewart's accident? Let me tell you, Mr. Stewart suspected you from the moment you appeared. "Over the past few days, we've gathered evidence and witnesses. The reason you're here today isn't for gratitude—it's to settle accounts." The moment Simon finished speaking, the color drained from our parents' faces. Still, they refused to admit anything.

My stomach twists at the thought. Shit, I think again, suddenly just as panicked as when I first saw Auden coming through my garden gate. Is this the stupidest thing I’ve ever done? But as Auden accepts the apple from his daughter’s hand and takes a cheerful bite, I realize that I’m already too far in it now to back out. I’m in deep with my secret twins and their royal father who apparently has no idea that he’s their dad. “Okay,” I breathe, and Auden turns his head to look at me. “Okay,” I say again with a shrug, feeling a little hysterical. “Let’s do it.” Slowly, the Prince nods. And then we spend the next two hours spinning our elaborate 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

Her hands trembled, but she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to be still. He woke up… and he called for Isabella. The words replayed in her mind like a cruel refrain. Andres had opened his eyes, and the first name he spoke was not hers. Not the love they had hidden. Not the nights they had stolen. To him, I’m just a shadow from New York. Nothing more. Her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, to cry, to confess everything to her mother. But she had denied it. She had lied. She had worn the mask of bravery.

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.

"I can not, Twigs. It's best like this. Why does she care anyway ? It's been a long time since we broke up” "It must be your delicious girlish hair, dude". Twigs wiggles his eyebrows. “Sure. But seriously, you can not tell her you've seen me, okay ?”. "Yes yes, you know me". He nods. "It must be some serious crap you're messed up in, huh ?" "It's not fun, Twigs”. I lean forward with a suitably serious face. "They threatened to kill my family”. "Debt to the wrong people ?" I shrug. It is best that Twigs himself invents my story. Lying is not exactly my strong suit.

By the time they reached the square. the story had already changed. Twisted. Cleaned. Rewritten. Skylar stood in the middle of it all. Her head was lowered. Her voice trembled as she confessed. She accepted everything. The drugs. The plan. The blame. Luna Lorraine stood behind her. Untouched. Untainted. Only misunderstood. The story fit together too perfectly. Guerero had been drunk. Celebrating. Careless. The mate bond... still affecting them. It had been a mistake.