Novel & Cerita Web Of Lies Book

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

The moment Linda saw her grandson, her face lit up. She scooped the little boy into her arms. "Noah's here! Come here and let Grandma give you kisses." I sat there without moving a muscle. I'd never really looked at Ryan's face before. Jessica had done a damn good job keeping him hidden. They were all playing happy family. And the sickest part? Jessica was still carrying my child. "Jessica, is this your idea of 'making things right'? The way you explained it to me before? Was it fun lying to me for five years?"

“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.

They both were proud. “The dude that bumped into you yesterday. His name is Wade.” “And when did you become so jobless you thought stalking me will be cool?” “I wasn't stalking you,” Harold said. “Weren't you?” “No, I wasn't.” “That's a lie,” Max said. “What about that dude, Wade?” “He's dangerous. You should be very careful around him.” “It's him you should be warning to be careful around me not the other way round because trust me, I'm very, very dangerous.”

It was all just part of an act. I was nothing more than a pawn in this elaborate game. Rachel had discovered Colin's affairs a long time ago. Even before that, he'd been embezzling money from the company to spend on mistresses. Rachel had put up with it. But then, Colin went a step further. He even hired a voodoo master to put a curse on Rachel, hoping she would die sooner so he could inherit the family fortune. That was the last straw for Rachel.

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

"The world has followed the Sterling saga closely. Your first book, The Debt, was a fictional exploration of financial secrets. Now, you’ve released The New Contract, a book about two people rebuilding their lives on total honesty. Is this simply a memoir disguised as fiction?" I smiled, meeting her gaze steadily. "Every writer draws from life, but this book is much broader than the Sterling saga. The New Contract is about the universal human need for genuine connection after experiencing profound betrayal. It’s about the work required to shift from a foundation built on lies to one built on absolute transparency."

Laila’s POV “If it's forbidden, why is it in your book?” I asked and earned a glare from her. “There are no spells like that in this book.” I looked down at the book and the page was still blank. “It was right here,” I said quietly. “I swear it was here. I didn’t imagine it.” “You’re telling me,” the seer said slowly, leaning forward, “that the spell appeared and vanished before your eyes?” “Yes.” I flipped the pages, growing frustrated. “It had three words. It looked easy to say. Every other page in the book is filled with spells but this one is blank. That should be enough proof I'm not lying.”