Virtuous Lies Haley Jenner Novels & Stories

She chuckled. “What!?” Virgil was still in shock about what had happened and hesitated to do it again. “C’mon Virgil; it’s ok. Trust me, you’re going to feel much better when we’re done. You’ll see.” Hayley presses him. She was doing it because she wanted to find answers herself. So she thought of using him first. “You promise this isn’t going to be weird?” “Cross my heart.” Hayley lied. Virgil gave his hands again slowly and Hayley guided him saying.

In Viola’s case, the truth was that she was a woman who was highly misunderstood and framed to look evil but now justice has prevailed. On behalf of myself and every other person who once accused you of being a liar and a disgrace to womanhood, I apologize. I had no right to bash a fellow woman like that, I was unprofessional and foolish about things. From now on, I will no longer be working as a head journalist at Zenith TV. Once more our prayers are with Viola as she is in labor. I am Laura Hale.” I sighed as I looked at the TV, tears trickling down my cheeks as I looked at the woman who I knew was popular for notoriously bashing me and labeling me a liar, step down as a journalist, and ap

I shriveled in shame; now, everyone knows I'm a virgin, and my cheeks are so red right now. "Hailey , why," I whined. I shouldn't have told her; forget Cafe Girl, I'm going to be called Virgin Girl. She looks excited; why me? On the other hand, I flashed a smile so it wouldn't be obvious I'm humiliated as hell, facepalming myself. "What do you think? It's easy to be a virgin. All you whores, I'm proud of her. She has the right to stay a virgin," God, kill me now, I thought as Hailey gave a speech hoping it would help, but she just made it even worse.

“But honesty is a two-way street. And sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who lie to us the most.” She nodded at the AV coordinator. The screen behind her lit up. First, the hotel video: Luna bragging about the $1 million, Lucas laughing, the fake necklace glinting. Then, the recording from the SoHo café: Luna admitting her virginity lie, calling Sophia a “stupid, desperate wife.” Then, Lucas’s texts to Luna: *I’ll buy you a Tribeca penthouse with Veridian money*, *Sophia’s just a placeholder*, *The CEO’s an old fool who’ll sign anything*.

"Her mother was nearly hit by a bottle today. Did you know that?" She shifted awkwardly on her foot, avoiding my gaze. "Is there anything I've said that isn't accurate," I said. She looked at her hands. "No." I turned to Vivienne. "You uploaded the video of the golf course." She sighed. "She told you, really? I've had it for months. I'm the one who uploaded it when the other copies weren't enough. Someone had to protect you from yourself." "You uploaded it," I said again, the dots were connecting itself in my mind. "Those recordings were made by Jake and fuck... Your middle name is Hailey,"

“Therefore, I legally declare that Hazel is the biological daughter of Lauren Becker. As requested in this case, I grant the mother full custody of the minor.” My eyes filled with tears instantly. My throat closed up. It was real. She was mine. My daughter. The tense silence in the room erupted into chaos. Reporters embedded among the audience began to stand, hidden microphones appeared out of nowhere, and camera flashes went off from every corner. Questions were hurled into the air, piling on top of each other: “Why did Violet lie about the child?” shouted one journalist, raising a microphone above their head as flashes fired relentlessly.

You could see it hurt him to say it. Maya glanced up at the group. “The video’s real. Metadata checks out. The admin seal only shows up if the person quarantining evidence wants to keep outside eyes off it.” Lila dropped into a chair, dizzy. Her father’s face, small and pixelated, warning her. Elias Voss—named, finally. Daniel’s satisfaction curdled into something darker. Lucien’s shock, raw and unguarded for once. Outside, the press kept chipping away at the hospital, bit by bit.

Just her, sitting on the edge of the bed she shared with Damien, wearing one of his shirts. “I’ve seen the latest lies,” she said directly into the camera. “The supposed bank transfers, the fake therapy records, the edited videos. They are fabrications. I won’t waste time proving what is already obvious to anyone paying attention. Instead, I’ll say this: I love Damien Blackwood. I submit to him because it brings me joy and strength, not because I’m broken. If that makes me a whore in your eyes, then so be it. At least I’m honest about who I am.”

A masterclass in image management. "Thank you all for coming," she said, voice quivering slightly. "I know there's been a lot of speculation, a lot of rumors, about my family. About my daughter. And I think it's time I addressed them directly." "Oh no," I breathed. Harper was already at my door. I buzzed her up, kept the TV on. "I want to start by saying that my daughter, Layla, is not the villain in this story." Victoria dabbed at her eyes. "She's a young woman who made a mistake. A mistake born from years of emotional abuse and manipulation at the hands of her stepsister."

“You see, Hailey, this is the problem. No matter how many times he leaves you, he always comes back.” “And you never will,” I snapped. She smiled. “Oh, but I already have.” She tapped her screen. A video began to play. My breath caught as I watched myself on the screen. Years younger. Vulnerable. Sitting in a clinic room. Signing papers. “That’s not real,” I whispered. Dylan stiffened. “That’s fabricated.” Lexa shook her head slowly. “It’s authentic. Just… selectively edited.” She leaned closer. “You didn’t go to the clinic for fertility treatment, Hailey. You went to confirm a pregnancy.”