What Deceit Novels & Stories

"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

Lust with deceit. I was shattered, regretful, helpless, exhausted. I still didn't want to believe it. This was a coincidence. To be sincere, I had always known something wasn't right. I had known something was missing in this relationship, but this had never been my thought. He was deceiving me?

The muscle in his jaw twitched. "I know you'd come here one day looking for answers," the man continued. "It's your birthday today." A smile eased out of his lips. "I came to wish you this morning, but you were sleeping peacefully. As much as my heart is at ease, it also holds the fear that someday the hardships awaiting you will wipe off that peace." Aluxious's face was an impassive mask as he stared at his father's memory. "Your path is filled with deception and greed. The people here would do anything to be in your position. Their greed for power outweighs their morale."

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

The fear of his anger consumed me as I awaited my fate. A warm breath brushed against my ear as Diego whispered, “You know, the conquests of lies will be harsh, but you still decided to deceive me.” Diego’s words made my heart pound even faster, knowing that I had made a grave mistake. The weight of my deception hung heavy in the air as I braced myself for the repercussions of my actions.

Her lips parted in silent disbelief as she read further. There were claims that she had a history of dishonesty, that she was known for manipulating situations to her advantage. One particular story stood out—a fabricated account of how she had allegedly stolen exam answers in high school and framed another student just to avoid punishment. How she was known to take advantage of people, especially the ones who couldn't stand up to her. She knew it was a complete lie, but to the world, it would seem like a pattern of deceit stretching back years. Michelle’s hands tightened around Felix’s phone. Even Felix was scared that she would break the phone.

I asked Shawn when I knew that we were not being overheard or eavesdropped upon. I, a normally fearless girl, was for the first time so terrified of losing someone that nobody could believe I was the same person from a few years ago. Shawn looked at me, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and he replied, "Because I need to know the whole truth." "The whole truth?" I asked him, but there was no change in his expression. "Will it make any difference?" I questioned. Shawn looked at me and then said, "Deceit is deceit, Zyra." His gaze shifted to my ring, the one with the dresden green diamond, and he continued, "Deception can't be justified."

We remained like this as one thought roamed in my mind, ‘Now that’s what you call a perfect deceit.’

Jillian was glad Lora hadn’t called her up—it was likely done to spare Julia further humiliation. “Don’t think you’ve won,” Julia said coldly, leaning toward her. Her eyes remained trained on the stage. “I’ll fix this mess. You’re not going to get away with your little drama plan.” “I didn’t come here with a plan, Julia. It wasn’t my idea,” Jillian answered quietly. “Once a liar, always a liar. Sake was right—you can’t be trusted.” It would’ve hurt less if the words had come only from Julia. But knowing Sake said them—that was a different kind of pain. Still, she didn’t flinch. She refused to let Julia see her wounded pride.