Your Lie In April Kousei นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city, a river of light against the night sky. "Sit." He gestured to a leather sofa. I kept my distance, choosing an armchair farthest from him. "Nervous?" Dante poured two whiskeys, sliding one across the low coffee table toward me. "Relax. I don't bite... much." "I'm not nervous." "Liar." He sat down across from me, his presence filling the space. "Your hands haven't stopped shaking." I quickly hid them in my lap. Damn him for being so observant.

“You call that simple?” “It is, unless you choose to make a fuss. Just four months.” He shrugged. “All the time we need to convince the world that I didn’t take advantage of you and you weren’t some cheap slut that very night. You move in with me, pretend to be my girlfriend and after four months we pretend a break up.” “I’m not a slut!” Her fists clenched, fuming. How dare he use such a term with her? “You did kiss me after all,” he said, ever so smoothly.

he said, impatiently cutting me off. Then, realizing his sharp tone, he softened his voice to say, "I'm at Cassie's funeral. We'll talk later." After the line went dead, I sat still, staring at my phone for a long time. He had forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary. He was at his first love's funeral, crying as if the world had ended. All I could do was send Rory an apology, and he replied with a sticker. [Cheer up, Jilian. It'll be fine once everything blows over.]

... The whispers of affection filled the room, soft and intimate. Fury surged through me. I flung open the door, phone in hand, and began recording. The camera's flash pierced the dimness, forcing the two figures to squint. My husband, Dale Sparks, scrambled to cover himself with a blanket, his face draining of color. Panic flashed in his eyes. "Weren't you on a business trip? Did something go wrong at work?" Even now, his first thought was whether I'd faltered at the job I poured my soul into for him.

“Because he could’ve stopped it. Because he let his empire pick appearances over people. Because he made the choice that killed my sister.” That hit her hard. He’d lost someone too. Not some faceless villain—a person. “And you think a fake marriage fixes that?” she whispered. “I think leverage fixes things,” he said. “One public image, one private leak. Chaos, then cleanup. People bow.” A loud click from the door snapped both their heads up. Lucien stood in the doorway—coat open, hair a bit wild, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t come in. He didn’t have to.

Hopefully. The knock came again. I forced myself toward the door. When I opened it, the suited man offered a polite smile. "Ms. George?" "Yes." "My name is Liam Brooks." Recognition hit instantly. The voice, the assistant, and the phone calls. He was younger than I'd imagined. Early thirties perhaps. He was well-dressed, calm, and professional. The kind of person who looked completely in control at all times. "I assume you're here for me." A hint of amusement flickered across his expression. "I am." I glanced toward the SUV. Then back at him.

“Listen, bоу, this is thе real fucking dеаl, ѕо hear me nоw оr pay nо аttеntіоn. I dоn’t give a fuck. Eіthеr wау, I’m telling уоu that April Lee hasn’t bееn tаkеn by аnуоnе уоu’rе looking аt. This is an іnѕіdе job, аnd thеrе’ѕ nоthіng you саn dо tо stop іt frоm рlауіng оut. Yоu’rе better tо juѕt let іt all gо, my friend.” Hіѕ іntоnаtіоn is mосkіng, and I’m supposed tо fееl threatened, but instead, I’m just curious. “If уоu wаnt mе to lеt іt gо, thеn whу tell mе that I’m on the wrоng trасk?”

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