Novel & Cerita You Lied To Me

He wasn’t telling me everything, but I could see it in his face, there were other things that he was not saying. I swallowed, forcing myself to stay composed, "Why should I trust you?" Liam took a step closer, his voice low and urgent, "Because if you don’t, you might not live long enough to regret it. I narrowed my eyes, "You still haven’t told me the real reason you came looking for me, Liam. Warning me about Cassandra is one thing, but there’s something else. I can feel it." Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You’re right. There’s more. But I need you to promise me something first."

The cold penetrated my skin, my bones, my soul. Adrian. I trusted him. That was the worst of it. I should've known better. I saw the twinkle in his eye that time—the time he asked me whether I was loyal. I lied, and he knew. But I never thought he'd go that far. Never. I breathed deeply and wiped away my tears. I couldn't cry anymore. I needed to think. I needed to be smart. I needed to live. That's when I recalled something. My phone.

He lowered his eyes, his voice soft, almost like he might break at any moment. "At first, I just thought, if I said I was poor, maybe I'd get closer to you. Later, I didn't know how to take the lie back." "So you've been lying to me for five years?" I wanted to look him in the eyes, to see the truth in them, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. "You're an idiot..." I grabbed his shoulder, wanting to hit him, but when my hand was raised, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

“I’ve been useless. I won’t be able to take care of you in the future.” “All I hope now is that you two live a happy life together. As long as your hearts are united, there's nothing you can’t overcome.” She cried as she spoke, and I cried with her. Jack held me tightly, swearing to protect me for a lifetime. But in the end, he broke that promise. He cheated on me with his childhood sweetheart. Seeing that I was still ignoring him, Jack suddenly knelt down with a thud. “Laura, I really know I was wrong. I love you—I can’t live without you!”

“You didn’t put your hands on me in the way you’re thinking. We had an argument. We disagreed. It happens in every relationship. I’m fine. Nothing happened last night.” For the first time since waking, he looked at me directly. Just for a second. Then his gaze dropped again. “Say it,” I pressed, desperate. “Say nothing happened last night.” I waited, hope flickering weakly in my chest. But as the seconds stretched, it became clear he wasn’t going to give me the lie I wanted. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but devastatingly final. “Something happened last night, Lizzie. I’m sorry… but I can’t lie to myself.”

Laurel suddenly said in a gloomy tone, "And then you'll be the heiress of a rich family, and the three of us will still be poor." I promised them immediately, "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Enough talking. First, we make them tell us where my real parents are." The three of them tied up the fake parents again. To keep them from escaping this time, they tied them extra tight. Then, they splashed water on them to wake them up. "Talk! Where did you hide my parents?" I demanded. At first, the three of them stayed stubbornly silent. I didn't waste words. If they didn't talk, I shocked them. In the end, they couldn't take it anymore and finally told the truth.

"And you are going to tell me that Moonfang has already been without its future Alpha for longer than was comfortable and that another detour is not something I can justify." "I was not going to tell you anything," I said. "I was going to ask what you had decided." He looked at me. "That is worse." "It is more honest," I said. "You are the one who knows what Moonfang needs right now. I am not going to make that calculation for you and I am not going to pretend I do not want you to come, because you would know I was lying and we agreed to be past that." "When did we agree to be past that?"

Just thαt smαll movement felt like α knife. “Don’t. Lie. To me.” But I hαd to lie. I hαd to protect Ryαn. I couldn’t let Killiαn tαke over his life αnd mess everything up. “He’s not yours‚” I sαid‚ my voice trembling. “I got pregnαnt αfter I left. It wαs with someone else. α one-night stαnd I hαd. I—It’s complicαted.” I lαughed nervously. “He's not your son.”

She looked at Denver, her blue eyes bright with tears. “He lied to you, Denver. About everything. About us. About how you felt. He told me you weren’t interested, that you’d moved on. That you had someone else.” Denver’s face twisted in disbelief. “Marcus, tell me she’s lying.” Marcus opened his mouth, but no words came. Cold sweat beaded his brow. The silence was damning.

Instead of answering, I turned my back to him, hoping he would take the hint and leave. "Well, I just wanted to help." His voice was louder now, enough to break through my defenses. I let out a deep sigh, my shoulders dropping. "Fine," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. I lowered my head, my fingers playing with the hem of my sweater. "I lied." Liam raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt. "I just didn’t want her stealing the show again," I muttered, finally speaking the unvarnished truth. A knowing look crossed his face. "Well, that’s a bummer. You’ve found yourself in a real hot pot." He smirked, clearly enjoying my misery.