What Deceit Novels & Stories

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

They couldn't wait for that big day to come. Moreover, Laurie wasn't happy within her because James wasn't there to celebrate with her. She only pretended to be happy in front of her workers but her secretary knew that she wasn't happy. Her secretary tried to always make her happy by cracking jokes so she would at least laugh. On the other hand, James has hired some hefty boys with him to disrupt the big event coming up in Laurie Cosmetic Company. They draw out their plan and once they are successful that would be the end of Laurie's career and she would go back to beg on the streets again.

I hoped that Gael would take the cue and change the subject, but instead, he spoke up, giving a fake response that made my heart ache. "We're actually trying right now," he said, smiling at me and putting his arm around my shoulders. "We're really excited about the possibility of starting a family." I felt like I was going to throw up. Gael was lying, and I knew it. He didn't want to have children with me. He didn't even want to be married to me. But he was pretending to be a loving husband, just to impress his parents. I forced a smile and played along, but inside, I was seething. I couldn't believe that Gael was doing this. I couldn't believe that he was lying to his parents and pretending

she asked, her voice sharp, needing confirmation. I shifted uncomfortably, my words tumbling out. “Well, he’s the one I drugged, but it wasn’t supposed to be him. I don’t know how this happened.” Ana froze for a moment before pacing the room, her steps quick and frantic. “Oh no, Mira. That man is Aiden Hayes—the richest man in the city.” Ana stopped pacing, her voice urgent. “The Hayes family owns businesses everywhere in the city, and Aiden Hayes is the one running it all,” she said, her words hitting me like a weight. My chest tightened as the gravity of my mistake sank in.

And the deception I'd built everything around. But deception is a fragile thing. It breathes. It decays. It shatters when the wrong hand applies pressure to it. I couldn't risk breaks. So I started building a contingency plan. I located the midwife beneath the ancient grain tower—out of the palace, out of sight of Ethan. I paid her gold and a counterfeit bloodline scroll. I told her what she was to say when the moment came: that the child had the Crescent Mark—an ancient birthmark appearing only in Ethan's

Or had trust truly frayed? ⸻ The trap was set. A fabricated message about a critical shipment Nexus was planning to move would be broadcasted on their secure channels. Everyone knew that if the information was true, it could turn the tide of their battle. But it was bait—a lie designed to lure the mole into revealing themselves. ⸻ Hours after the message went out, the team gathered, eyes glued to their devices. And then — the first breach. ⸻ Evelyn’s fingers flew over the keyboard, tracing the intrusion. “It’s coming from inside.”

When pretending started to feel like something more. But I shut the thought down. Quickly. Not tonight. Tonight wasn’t about feelings. It was about making the first move. About slipping the knife in and twisting just enough to watch them bleed. Charlotte and Adrian built their little kingdom on lies and betrayal. Now it was time for it to fall.

"Are they not?" "I liquidated Vane Logistics four months ago," I lied, a bold assertion that held my breath captive. The audacity of my feint reminded me of the high stakes we were playing; commitment was the name of the game. I projected a series of fraudulent but perfectly crafted documents onto the wall behind him, each one a building block in a tower of deception. "The assets you’re trying to seize don't exist. They’ve been absorbed into a decentralized autonomous organization based in Switzerland. The 'third-party' trustee listed in the contract is now merely a trustee of an empty shell."

The De Witts had been his partners in more than just banking. I sat back in my chair staring at the screen with a mix of triumph and horror. Maya woke in the next room calling for me with her sweet voice. I went to her lifting her into my arms and holding her close. Her small body felt so fragile against me. The De Witts wanted a piece of her future. They saw her as an asset tied to old contracts. But their own history was stained with theft and deception. The audit had uncovered a network of forgeries that could damage their reputation if exposed. Cultural artifacts taken from countries in crisis. Masterpieces with forged documents. The philanthropic facade hid a darker operation that spann

If I'd spent one more second in his grasp, or one more grain of sand would have fallen into the pile at the bottom of my hourglass, the scale would have irrevocably tipped. It would have pushed me over the edge. I couldn't do it. My responsibilities screamed at me from the grave, in my father's voice. Generations of Montagues needed me to stay the course. We'd all sacrificed too much to give into emotion. Yet sometime during those years of deception, I sensed that Alton knew. Not cognitively—he would have beaten me worse than before—but intuitively. That was why I believed he reasoned that Alexandria could possibly be attracted to Lennox. In my mind, it was a last-ditch effort on his part, b