거짓말 Novels & Stories

She intends to write a resignation letter tomorrow. "Is there even a job like that? Work anytime you want?" Leonora wondered. "Yes! There is one. This job of mine... Ahmp, it's just like working as an assistant." Lying is like a virus; it spreads extremely quickly. Carnation's lie grew larger and larger as she sought to conceal the truth. "Does such a thing exist?" "There already is." Carnation stood up for the lie, she even smiled to persuade her stepmother.

as if to emphasize the absurdity of the situation. Almost immediately, Justin made it sound as though I was denying him as my partner to the saleswoman, as he emphasized that I am already his wifee two separate times. This gave off the impression that I was the one lying. Now that he brings it up, I suddenly have no idea how I can even prove to her that it was I who was telling the truth and not Justin. I'm completely stumped.

“What talk?” I asked, “I didn’t talk to anyone.” “Have you ever been told that you are a very shitty liar.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “You should stop trying because it’s funny trying to watch you lie when you obviously can’t.” “That is not true.” I said, “I would have you know that I am a very convincing liar.” “Of course you are.” He began, “Rule number 1 sweetheart; never play denial as a first tactic especially when you’re a horrible liar; everyone expects it and it’s so painfully obvious that it’s sad.”

Maybe what is true for your eyes it's a lie in reality. *******************************

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

"Marriage is just a legal certificate. It doesn't matter if we don't marry at all. "In fact, it might actually be better that way. I can do whatever I want—it won't count as cheating on her. "Honestly, she just doesn't do it for me anymore. She's already 30—she's getting old. How could she ever compare to you?" His voice was lilted, almost laced with laughter. Zoey feigned embarrassment and playfully hit his chest, a triumphant glint flickering in her eyes. I left in a daze, belatedly realizing my face was already covered in tears by the time I reached my office.

I glared at him, somewhat knowing where he was leading this conversation. "Easy Tiger. Easy." He smirked, "I knew last night that there was something fishy and now it's clear as day." "So?" I was never going to give the effort to look like I was in love or something with Eden. And besides, he already heard us loud and clear. So, pretending wasn’t going to cut it short. I knew Hoult very well and he would never fall for it. His words were calculative, "I don't know why but this much is clear to me that you kept your engagement story out of the reach of media and I would like to keep playing along. But..."

"I didn't have to go inside to know what was happening. You hid her well—except you forgot one thing. Air circulates." Marc lowered his head for a long moment. Then suddenly he laughed. "Vera, you really went all out to destroy me." He snapped his head up and glared at me. "Photoshopped footage. Hired actors. Fabricated evidence… You're impressive." I froze. "Oh, I get it now. You've been wanting a divorce for a long time, haven't you? So your little pretty boy outside can finally replace me? That's why you used this disgusting stunt to smear me?"

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

Stammering and searching for a response, my stepbrother's impatience pushes me to speak up. "I-" I falter, my mind racing to concoct a believable story. Before I can gather my thoughts, he interjects, "The lights went out and you freaked out." His expression softens, offering a half-smile of understanding. Seizing the opportunity, I nod in agreement.. "Yeah, the lights went out and I was freaked out. The security wasn't around when I tried to reach them," I explain, fabricating a lie to shield myself from the painful truth that lingers beneath the surface.