Novel & Cerita You Lied To Me

Six years ago, when the Berlandi family accused Nico Valenti of leaking their financial records, I found the evidence that proved him innocent. When they still refused to take him back, I mortgaged my mother's restaurant and put everything I owned on the line for him. With my backing, Nico eventually became the person in charge of Saint Vito Port. He promised that at this year's council meeting, he would openly introduce me as his wife. But that night, I was stranded at Blackwater Docks. I called Nico for help twelve times. He never came. Instead, he was at the council giving my pin to my best friend, Bianca Rossi, and letting her take my seat as his wife. When Bianca finally answered my cal

Because what the hell had I done? I had lied. Not directly, perhaps, but lies by omission were still lies. I told Sean my parents lived abroad. I told the team I was just some spoiled rich kid with too much free time. I let them believe that. I let him believe that. My throat burned. I wanted to say something, anything. An explanation. An apology. But my mouth refused to cooperate. The news moved on. The segment ended. Some other story replaced it, but I remained frozen, staring long after Dew disappeared from the screen.

Now I've realized I probably shouldn't have mentioned that to her. I kept my face still. “Babies cry. They get sick all the time. They’re… too much work. They drift husbands and wives apart… sometimes.” I lied. Her gaze cut through the lie like a blade. “Why don’t I believe you?” “That’s another question. You’re breaking the rules.” “You lied. I want my payment.” “And how do you know that?” I asked. “Because you just described me with that… And last time I checked, you're still keeping up with my annoying ass even though I cry and I'm too much work.”

I must have looked a little rough and glassy-eyed, because his normally disapproving frown shifted into ‘slightly alarmed’ territory. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, and because my brain locked from exhaustion and sadness and bewilderment over the Teramore email, I just went ahead and did it: I lied. “I got really sick.” His expression went full-on alarmed, and he stepped back. “Well, don’t get me sick!” I narrowed my eyes, and remembered why I hated him so much. “Don’t worry… it was a 24-hour bug.” “You could’ve still called,” he said nastily.

“This guy… the one you disappeared with. He hurt you?” I stared into my glass. “Not the way you think. It was intense. Too intense. But I’m done. He’s nothing to me now, just a mistake I won’t repeat.” The lie tasted bitter, but I forced it out smoothly. Sophia nodded, though her eyes said she didn’t quite believe me. We talked for hours about nothing important. Old stories from college, her terrible dating life, my work. I laughed when I was supposed to, nodded in the right places. By the time I crawled into the guest bed that night, I almost believed my own words.

We fucked till my bones ached and the soft morning sun turned into a hot breezy afternoon. I'd taken a nap after our hot “make out" and my best friend's call jolted me out of my sleep. Valerie and I talked for a while and to each question, I couldn't resist the urge to tell a big fat lie. I lied without thinking twice, especially when I shamelessly muttered, “He treats me well". It should have been stuck in my mouth but somehow, it didn't. I hated that I said it, I hated that I even had to.

I loved the wrong man, he was my first and someone quoted it right ‘First is always a lie’ “Lana, baby, look at me…” “And you lied about my parents,” His neck locked, “No! I didn’t lie about anything, little one, what is wrong with you,” His caught red-handed guilt replied this time, the look on his face was clearly exposing him, he wasn’t that good hiding himself,

I had been desperate to earn enough money for Eva's treatment, but that had simply become a weakness they used to control me. Of course, they would throw all the dirty work at me, while promotions and raises had nothing to do with me. All this illness that plagued me was what I deserved. Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps approaching me. I turned and saw my intern, Sam. I had always thought he was kind and had real potential. Now… I was no longer sure. Even he had lied to me. It was my own fault for being blind and mistaking all the malevolent people for decent people. Without what happened today, I never would have seen their true colors.

I replied her "My place will do, hope you don't mind" she queried me "No, not at all, but tonight wouldn't be possible I have family gatherings" I lied to her Lying isn't my thing but I guess I have to, I wouldn't want to just say I wouldn't be able to make it tonight "Okay, I understand you, tomorrow night I guess" she asked me "Yeah, tomorrow night, bye" I told her I hanged up on her devouring what's left in my cereal

"You were going to hide this from me." "I was going to tell you," I lied. "I just… I didn't know how." "Don't lie to me," he said. His voice was dangerously quiet. "After everything. After all the secrets we've shared. You were going to keep this from me. You don't trust me." "It's not about trust," I said, my voice shaking. "I was handling it." "Handling it?" he laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. "You were hiding it. That's not handling it. That's lying. And you know how I feel about lies."