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When he saw me, he was stunned too. His voice had become slightly hoarse as he said. "It really is you. So, you've been in the south all this time." I looked at him calmly. "Is there a problem?" My calmness made Lawson unhappy. He gripped his cup and questioned me with anger in his tone. "Why? Why did you lie to me?" I laughed despite myself. He was the one who had lied to me from the very beginning. How had I become the one who lied?

The wound eventually healed on its own, but it left behind that scar. Dad stared at the scar, his eyes wide open and his breathing becoming rapid. "This... This is fake." Dad was still trembling, but tears began to fall from his eyes. "Caleb! Get up!" Suddenly, he rushed forward and yanked the white sheet away. "Stop pretending to be dead! I know you're faking it! Get up! You rotten liar!" The white sheet slipped to the floor, and I saw myself lying on the bed. I looked hideous.

Since Casen refused to give her her place, she’d take it by force. That afternoon, Charlie contacted the media who had been keeping a close eye on the Morettis, leaking the news of her premature labor and the birth of Casen’s son. She even hinted that she and Casen had been together for some time, and the child was the rightful heir to the family. The story became a viral sensation overnight. #TheMorettiHeirIsBorn #DonMorettisChildOutOfWedlock #NewWomanAndBabyRightAfterWifesDeath The public felt bad for me and criticized Casen’s infidelity, all the while speculating about his new lover. They couldn’t believe another woman could bear the Moretti heir.

No regrets. But intense beautiful memories to cherish forever. We did it over and over again until there was no more strength left to continue. Only then did we give ourselves to the darkness that kept on hovering over us and the rest was a good night dream. But what become of us in the morning? Will he be willing to look past my lies and still love me the same way?

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”

Winds blew my black not so long hair after I stepped outside for the first time after almost two hours inside the train. We gathered in circles, divided by the Edge we came from then a guy wearing a suit appeared in front of us. He’s old and has beard all over his face. “Welcome to the Center, Liars!” he shouted. Liars, that’s what we’re called, the participants of this stupid game.

I've been a liar for as long as anyone can remember. When I was seven, I told Mom that Jared smashed our piggy bank. She searched me instead and found the missing coins in my pocket. When I was 12, I insisted I didn't steal my classmate's notebook. Then it was found inside my backpack. When I was 18, I accused my stepfather of assaulting me. He produced photos proving he was out of state that night. By then, everyone knows exactly what I am. A compulsive liar. A daughter who will say anything. At 22, I sit in front of a camera with my psychiatric evaluation in my hands and start a livestream. "For the next three days, I'm going to show you what it's like to spend 22 years being calle

"The tower is quiet. The shares are worthless. And I think... I think I’m officially unemployed." "I have eighteen dollars and a library card," I said, a small, tired laugh escaping my lips. "Wealthy," Liam whispered, kissing the top of my head. We sat there as the forensic teams began to swarm the room. They took the laptop. They took the drive. They even took the share certificate Liam had used as a threat. They treated us with a strange kind of deference—not as suspects, but as survivors of a plane crash.

"And for the file." Liam's hand tightens on my waist. "The file is gone, burned, and destroyed."You are lying." "I am not." Liam steps forward. I try to hold him back, but he is already moving. "I gave it to the authorities this morning. Every name. Every account. Every ugly little secret you have been hiding for two decades."