We Were Liars Novels & Stories

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Her face was pale, her hands trembling as she spoke. “I… I can’t keep this secret anymore,” she said, her voice shaky. “I lied in court. I didn’t see Eva Brown stab Lucas Graves. I wasn’t even in the room when it happened.” Gasps filled the boardroom as her confession continued. “I was paid to lie,” Lila admitted, tears streaming down her face. “I was offered a huge amount of money to frame Eva. I didn’t want to do it, but they threatened me. They said they’d ruin my life if I didn’t go along with their plan.”

The words slammed into the group like a tidal wave. Lily’s breath caught. Her mind flashed back to the storage room, to the Crescent rogues spitting their hatred, to the way one of them had sneered about knowing exactly where Lucas and Liam were, as if someone had guided them straight to the beach resort. “That’s impossible,” Graham muttered, his face pale. “The rogues said the same thing. They said they knew about Lucas and Liam because of an anonymous tip.” The realization spread across the group like wildfire, every face shifting from anger to shock.

"And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not because of Madison, and not because of Chicago. Not ever." The park went silent again, but the air was different now. It was charged, heavy with a truth we had both finally stopped running from. The guilt was still there, a shadow at the edge of the trees, but for a moment, the only thing that mattered was the heat of his hands and the fact that, for better or worse, the lie was finally over. We stayed like that for a long time, two broken pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit anywhere else, standing in the fog of a world that was about to wake up and demand answers we didn't have.

I called again, no answer. My chest was giving loud thuds, I'm sure the conceirge heard it. But as I stood there, frozen in shock, I realized that I'd been lying to myself. It dawned on me that both Daniel and Kisha were in on this arrangement. They both planned this whole scheme to publicly embarrass and humiliate me. I'd ignored the doubts that had been creeping into my mind. The concierge looked at me with a mixture of pity and sympathy. "I'm sorry, Ms. Jayla. I don't know what to do."

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.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

“Well, in your story, you didn’t mention fucking Gerard, so I figured I didn’t need to mention fucking Liam.” I stared at her for a beat, the absurdity of our lives crashing down on me. We were both disasters. We were both liars. “So, we’re both just fucking grown-ass men,” I said, a laugh bubbling up in my throat. For the first time, we laughed together—a genuine, manic sound. We weren't just friends; we were partners in crime, bound by the secrets we kept and the men we had. It had been a crazy, ruinous year, and I knew I would never forgive it—but I would certainly never forget it.

“Of course, he denied the pregnancy and even labeled me a slut. And the next day, an altered recording of our conversation was released to the press.” “God, how low was that coward going to sink?” Liam groaned, anger and disgust lining each of his words. I chuckled half-heartedly, seemingly happy that at least someone was feeling angry on my behalf. “The press loves those kinds of stories, so before we could blink, there were different kinds of reporters all lined up on our doorstep. We were not safe anywhere because they would always find us with their flashing cameras and shoving their mics up our faces.” I took a long gasping breath, my hand pressed to my chest as I felt it constrict with

Christopher looked at me, unable to stop himself from shouting, "So, you've already been planning to leave from the start! You've thrown away more than a decade of our bond for vanity, Helena Kingsley. Don't you remember what we said in front of Mia?" I couldn't help but laugh, though as I laughed, my eyes filled with tears. Three years ago, I could have left them when they were starting their business. However, I chose to stay and quietly help them build up Lewis Group's business empire. Back then, the three of us each only had a cup of instant noodles on New Year's Eve. Even so, we were happy. When did everything start to change? "I didn't forget. It's you two who forgot first."