The Price of a Lie

doctor who never made eye contact. But the weight of the briefcase in my hand felt good, solid. It was a heav

the emergency fund my orphanage director had started for me when I turned eighteen. It was from the sale of my car, my grandmother'

ng in a friend' s guest suite, that he was too broke to afford a place of his own. His struggling musician act was convincing. I bought it c

en just enough for sound to spill out. I paused, my hand raised to knock, when I heard

by a chorus of laughter from his friends. "She sold a kidney! Can you beli

t was filled with stones, pulling me down. This had to be a joke, a sick, twis

Olivia Hayes. The socialite who always looked at me with a mix of pity and contempt. "I told you s

n," another voice slurred. "Heir to the entire Miller Tech fortune, and

An heir. A liar. My entire two-year relationship, the love I thoug

sn't pale or sick. He looked vibrant, healthy, and powerful. He looked like a predator who had just enjoyed a satisfying meal. He smirked, ta

all just a game to them. A way to settle a petty score. The lo

nd crashed to the marble floor. The clasps burst open, and stacks of hundred-dolla

hter inside stopped. My beautiful, hopeful future, built on a foun