Who Is The Liar Novel Novels & Stories

Julian couldn’t stop his mind from spiraling back to the exact moment Elara’s mother suffered her fatal attack. The scene played on a loop in his head: he had burst into the room to find Elara’s mother frail and gasping on the bed, while Elara herself was screaming, her hands locked onto Chloe’s arms. At the time, he was convinced Elara was the aggressor—that she was the one "making a scene." But the brutal truth had finally surfaced. It was Chloe. Chloe had provoked a dying woman until her heart gave out.

Two years ago, your husband went out to buy groceries, and Marcus used the chance to hold your three-year-old face down in the sink. "If your husband hadn't come home in time, your daughter would have drowned. And you're still standing up for that piece of filth." Diana stared at Marcus, stunned. "Marcus... is that true? You nearly killed my daughter?" Marcus shook his head frantically. "It's a lie. Listen to me. She's lying to you." But the guilt was written all over his face. The lead officer didn't care about any of this domestic drama—Marcus colluding with the enemy was a far graver crime. His expression darkened, and he had Marcus locked up on the spot, ordering a full investigation.

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

‎ ‎When I looked at her now, I saw a stranger— someone ready to toss me out like garbage to get what she wanted. ‎ ‎And Liam, the man I was supposed to marry, wasn't just a liar or cheat. ‎ ‎He was a murderer. ‎ ‎He killed George in cold blood. Or should I say they. He might as well have tried to cover up for Ria. ‎ ‎And he tried to kill me. ‎ ‎And all the while, he smiled that fake smile and whispered sweet lies. ‎ ‎I had given him my trust after a few months. ‎ ‎I let him inside my heart.

“I have told Derrick the whole truth. Lia lied to everyone. She threatened to kill me if I didn't give up my position for her. That's why she dragged me away and told me to never come back.” “What?” Mrs Kings could not believe it. “Lia did that?” Laura nodded painfully. Mrs Kings gasped and clasped. “How could she?” She gritted. “It's okay, Mrs Kings. It is not your fault or anyone’s. She's a perfect liar. She deceived everyone but she couldn't break me. I returned safely.”

They both seemed to be serious. Who was the liar?

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

I waited her out, my teeth clenched together. Her gaze returned to me and her head tilted to the side. “How did you manage to do it?” she began. “Liam isn't one to be seduced by a cheapskate like you. So how did you manage to get yourself entangled with him?” Was that jealousy in her tone? Who exactly was this woman to Liam? She certainly wasn't a girlfriend or a wife cause it was made clear in his bio that he was single. “Are you naturally rude and condescending or is it something common with you rich folks?” I asked, finally unable to hold my tongue. “I thought you guys would have half the brain to differentiate between rumors and the truth but I guess you people are not that wise.”

"Shaun Lambert forced me to sleep with him for three years, and now he won't take responsibility. I'm so pitiful!" 'This again.' In my past life, her lies had wrecked my reputation and haunted me even after I died. "Go ahead and sue me, then. Let's settle this once and for all. Though I doubt you can afford a lawyer." Wanda froze. Of course, she wouldn't take it to court—she had no proof. Frustrated, she started rolling on the ground in full tantrum mode. *** Two weeks later, the court hearing started. Drick looked like a shell of himself—his head shaved, face pale, and eyes empty. Even the judge seemed baffled by the circus, especially seeing Wanda, supposedly a victim, defending him.