What Deceit Novels & Stories

"What right do you have to talk about me like that? How are you any better than me? If it weren't for your deceit, would I have ended up with you? Take a good look at yourself and your own behavior." Five years ago, the James family had fallen into an economic crisis, and the conglomerate was on the brink of collapse. But Rex never mentioned it to her, instead deceiving her, saying that if they were together, they could support the Miller family. She believed his lies, which led to her losing her virginity to him. And what was the result? He deliberately deceived her. Wanting to use her, to use the Miller family to help the James family through the difficult times.

Roxy's POV Deception—garnishing a lie to make it look like the truth to achieve a desired outcome. It’s not a proud thing to do but sometimes it’s a necessary thing. Like right now, standing in front of Professor McLain’s office. I stood at the door, with my deceptive hat on, my hand primed to knock. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering nerves in my stomach. Deception is also not an easy thing to do but I was never an easy girl.

I had been watching him for days, and now it was time to put an end to this game. I sat in my office, drumming my fingers on the table as I looked at the papers in front of me. At first glance, they were simply business contracts—routes of trade, security provisions, fiscal accounts—but underneath them lay something far more valuable: a finely woven deceit. A deceit that would lead Carlos to his next move. I sat back, exhaling slowly. It wasn't enough to take him by surprise. I needed him to bring me to Bianca. I needed him to believe that he was still in control, that I was still oblivious to his betrayal.

If it were not for their disheveled hair, flushed faces, and the faint marks on their necks, no one would have guessed that Emmett, the stoic engineer, and Calista, the refined radio announcer, had just been intimate. Emmett nodded when he saw me and stepped aside to let me pass. Calista smiled and greeted me while muttering under her breath, "Deaf woman!" I carefully maintained my usual expression, pretending not to hear anything as I quickly entered the room. The moment I stepped inside, the lingering smell of intimacy made me violently ill. I retched, my stomach contents spewing forth uncontrollably. Emmett cursed at the bad timing and asked Calista to leave while he came in to check on m

“No. You made choices because you don’t trust me. Because somewhere, deep down, you still think I’m fragile enough to break if you told me the truth.” He ran a hand through his wet hair. “That’s not fair.” “No, what’s not fair is me having to find out about the deals you’re making in my name from Alexei.” His jaw tightened. “ I screwed up, but I had my reasons. Alexie, he's just trying to manipulate you” “Don’t dare change the topic,” I said, voice shaking. “Do you think I’m dumb? That I can’t see what’s happening? Irina and Alexei are playing some twisted game, and you’re fighting back like I’m a prize to be won.”

I turned to leave, but my hand brushed my mattress memory—Katherine’s autobiograph, y—and it flashed like a warning in my mind. I looked back at Damien, voice lower now. “Your house keeps secrets.” Something shifted in his eyes. So fast, someone less angry might miss it. “What secrets?” he asked. I held his gaze. And lied. “Nothing,” I said. “Yet.” Then I walked out, pulse hammering, because I’d just done the most dangerous thing you can do in a house like this: I’d hinted I knew something. And I’d refused to surrender it.

The shy, fragile woman who had barely been able to meet my eyes at dinner had waltzed into my office and confessed her deceit. “I…I drugged you.” Elaine repeated it again like I didn’t hear it the first time. No preamble. No excuses. Just the truth laid bare. I stared at her across the room, her hands nervously wringing together, her bottom lip trembling. She looked every bit the vulnerable woman she portrayed herself to be. That vulnerability and false innocence was what she had used for her deceit and it almost felt like she was trying to make me fall for it again. The deafening silence that stretched between us must have made her even more nervous than before, because she scrambled to spe

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

First, abandonment at the altar, now deceitful love. "Why me?" she wailed, her voice muffled by tears. "What have I done to deserve this?" Meanwhile, Mr. Gad frantically begged Claus, "Please, don't tell Claire. She'll destroy me." Claus smirked. "She deserves to know. You betrayed her trust." He dialed Claire's number. "Hey, working late today?" Claire asked, oblivious. "Not exactly," Claus replied, his tone icy. "I'm at an employee's apartment. Your husband's here, wrapped in someone else's arms."

I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches. I stand and make my way to the bathroom, I shower and I cry silently letting my tears be drown by the running water, I felt I was been deceit, betrayed, and abandoned. I clean myself and change some clothes and stare at the ceiling after I plop down to bed. My memories from last night was still from my mind and I cry again, thinking that Pete would never looked at me for who I am, he still thinking I am Mike the guy who betray him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~