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I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

"You all right? At least have dinner with us." I turned back after slinging my backpack over my one shoulder. I exhaled sharply. "I am fine. It's fine, I'll eat something at home." I smiled at him and walked out of the apartment, ignoring Volt. Why do I always lie? If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

"I'm up. What?" "Where is the book?" Blair demanded. "This again?" Lumen sighed. "I told you-" "You're lying!" There was a note of desperation in Blair's voice that was new. "You're lying. You have to be lying. That book exists and you have it." Her voice rose as she spoke, fueled by panic. What was going on that Blair was in such a state? Lumen threw up her hands. "What's so important about this book? Why does everyone want it so much? Is the story really that great?"

Every single book in the Library was interesting and worth reading and she doesn't mind visiting the library every day to keep herself busy so she doesn't get bored. She finally found a part that was about the wolves and their Mate, this made her fall into a deep contemplation and she went further and made sure to read everything about it... Some things still confuse her and she wondered why The prince married her.. Lia was so focused on researching more about the Wolves that she didn't notice the person who was leaning against the entrance just staring at her with amusement... His eyes trailed off her scrunched up eyebrows to her eyes which seemed determined to read every single thing in th

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

"I won't hide it from you—my lowest bid this time is nineteen million." The moment I finished speaking, Chelsea fell silent. I knew she had taken the bait. A faint smile curved my lips. Both of us, almost in unison, picked up our phones and sent out messages. Soon, the bidding results were announced. I secured the project—for fifteen million. Chelsea staggered, her body swaying. When she spoke, her voice was as rough as gravel scraping against stone. "Melissa… you lied to me again!" Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.

I waited for almost an hour before I called Charlie—long enough to feel stupid for texting him. Called. Texted. Called again. Nothing. “Have a nice day, ma’am.” “You too, Charlie.” At least someone is reliable. He drives off, leaving me standing in front of the apartment complex I share with a man who can’t even pick up a phone call. I should be used to it by now. Still… Waiting at the airport for almost an hour? Even for Tristian, that feels like too much. I drag my suitcase inside. “Miss Anna.”

He told her about the truth that was buried somewhere in his family’s history, the lie he had always sensed without being able to identify. She listened to all of it without interrupting. When he finished, she was quiet for a moment. “That’s going to take years,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “I’m in,” she said. He looked at her. Something moved in his expression — brief, controlled, but real. “I know,” he said. “I was counting on it.” They walked to her car together, and behind them the prison gates stood closed, and ahead of them the city waited, and Paul moved through the cold morning air like a man who has finally, after a very long time, found solid ground beneath his feet.