Who Is The Liar Novel Novels & Stories

he uttered and smiled genuinely. I felt bad that I had to deceive this guy who only hoped to love and be loved by that girl, Reese Jones. If only I had another choice . . . Money is the root of all evil, as people say. I could confirm it was true because here I was, stuck in a life that's full of deception in order to get some money out of Chase's pocket and to survive this cruel world. I pity him but I pity myself more than anyone. That's why I had to do this, no matter what or who would be the casualty of my own actions. Even if it was Chase. I inhaled heavily and glanced back at the window.

My throat felt dry. "I..” I started, glancing at Leonardo who wore a sly and sinister smile, "I, Natalie Rossi, a student of New Rome University, hereby admit to compromising the values of my school and betraying the trust of my family by using a false identity to gain admission and secure a scholarship," I paused as my heart pounded heavily and sweat trickled down my face. “My actions have brought shame to my family, who were unaware of my deceit, and have put them at risk," my hands trembled and I swallowed hard.

Something real. I started writing. Not just any story. This story. Our story. I changed the names, of course. The brooding bar owner became “Ryder,” a man with shadows in his eyes and walls built high. The young woman who crashed into his world became “Lila,” stubborn, dreaming of words on pages, running from her own troubles. I wrote about the electric first meeting, the lies that tangled them, the possessive pull that refused to let go. The secret nights, the whirlwind engagement, the punishments that blurred pain and pleasure, the small chapel wedding under strings and canon in D.

It turned out that the husband I was proud of for accepting me for who I was, was actually covering up his own rottenness. And it turned out that the sister I defended to the death, even though it meant I had to languish in prison for years, had stabbed me in the back. And of all these things, what disappointed me the most was Lith's attitude. She deliberately set me up. She didn't appreciate all my sacrifices. "Lia, I made a mistake. It's too late now. You can hate both of us, but please, don't hate Leo. He's your only nephew. You love him, right?" Elio approached me.

Before I collapsed from hunger, I had sworn never to have anything to do with him again. Rudolf, may you never regret it for the rest of your life! The doors opened. I lay barely alive on the ground. Rudolf hurried over, voice urgent. "Water! Bring her water." He helped me up as a servant poured water down my throat. Gradually, my mind cleared after I got some water. "Lia, how are you?" Rudolf asked. I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Vivian, who was smiling triumphantly at the door. It was my delusion to think he would ever love only me. I had no one but myself to blame for my wretched state.

He drawls, going by my first name which is shiver worthy. "Lying is for wimps. Cowards. People who can't own up to the choices they've made or are about to. People who feel they need to earn others' validation. People who think others should have a say in the things they do. Weak people. I'm none of those, so I do not tell lies, Layla. I'm a man of many things, just not a liar." The aura switches so fast that I might faint. Every comeback is in my throat, but I don't speak. His head is so close.

I’ve met enough liars to know the difference—the ones who lie for gain and the ones who lie because the truth would ruin them. Irene Nowell was the second kind. And now, I needed to know why.

"I mean I don't believe it. I literally don't believe it. Sorry, but you're wrong." A chant from grade school ran through my head. Liar, liar. Pants on fire. It ran in loop mode. But deep down I knew Zander wasn't the real liar here. It was his father. He'd created an entire social infrastructure of lies. But how had he done it? And what was the real truth?

That she had been lying, spying, playing him? God help her. God help them both. ‘Maybe I should fake my own death now,’ she thought wildly. ‘It worked for Shakespeare. I'm an author afterall.’ She shook the thought away, stabbing a piece of pancake with unnecessary violence. The meal dragged on, full of polite small talk so brittle it could have snapped if someone breathed wrong. They were all good at this: pretending. Professional liars, all three of them. Stefano eventually leaned back, wiping his hands with a cloth. "There’s a reason I wanted you both here," he said, looking between them.

“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.