by Whitney G.
King of Lies
Whitney G.
Contents
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King Of Lies
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About King Of Lies
Preface
Prologue
Meredith
Meredith
Meredith
Michael
Meredith
Meredith
Meredith
Meredith
Michael
Michael
Michael
Meredith
Michael
Michael
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Queen Of Lies
Author’s Note
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KING OF LIES
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WHITNEY G.
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King Of Lies
Book 1 in the Empire of Lies Series
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Whitney G.
Copyright © 2020 by Whitney G.
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THE FIRM
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Filthy Lawyer
(April 2020)
Sinful Witness
Dirty Judge
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Empire of Lies Series
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King of Lies
Queen of Lies
Legacy of Lies
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Empire of Lies: Full Series
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Steamy Coffee Reads Collection (Volume 1)
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Naughty Boss
Dirty Doctor
Cocky Client
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Steamy Coffee Reads Collection (Volume 2)
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Selfish Suit
Wolfish Player
Devilish Stranger
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Reasonable Doubt Series
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Reasonable Doubt #1
Reasonable Doubt #2
Reasonable Doubt #3
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Falling for Mr. Statham Series
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Resisting the Boss
Loving the Boss
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The One Week Series
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On a Tuesday
On a Wednesday
On a Thursday
On a Friday
On a Saturday
On a Sunday
On a Monday
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Sincerely, Carter
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Forget You, Ethan
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Turbulence
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Over Us, Over You
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Two Weeks’ Notice
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The Fine Print
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The Layover
About King Of Lies
From the New York Times bestselling author of Reasonable Doubt & Turbulence, comes part one of a sexy and thrilling serial.
The man I fell in love with is a fucking liar...
I don't have much time to reveal all the details, but I will say this: The “Woman Disappears after Wedding” and “Woman Flees after Honeymoon” headlines are lying.
I'm not missing.
I didn't run away after my wedding.
And I would've never run away right after our passionate honeymoon...
My husband has taken me.
No, correction: He's kidnapped me because he claims that "It's what's best." That I'm a mere pawn in his twisted game of chess.
Despite the fact that my heart is still tethered to his, or the fact that he's still the most gorgeous and beautiful man I've ever met in my life (he can still make me wet with a single sentence), I have to focus on getting away from him.
I have to accept that he's no longer the man I fell in love with.
He's the king of lies...
King of Lies is the first episode in the Empire of Lies Series.
For myself.
I wrote this story just for myself.
Preface
Dear Awesome Reader,
Thank you for downloading this free start to my new serial, King of Lies!
This book does end on a cliffhanger, but the story will continue with Queen of Lies & Legacy of Lies. You can pre-order the next books in the series by tapping here.
Also, if you’re a reader of mine, please know that although this book opens in a contemporary/sexy manner, it is a bit of a departure from my usual stories. Nonetheless, I fell head over heels in love with these two characters, and I’m excited to share their crazy & twisted romance with you.
F.L.Y.
Whitney G.
Prologue
Michael
Before you begin this story, I need you to know that I’m not a good man. I never will be.
I’m telling you this now so that you won’t get your hopes up, so in those moments when your heart races and the tears prick your eyes—right when you start to believe that I’m a changed man or a ‘hero’ worthy of being on your book boyfriend shelf, you’ll already know that I’m two pages away from disappointing you.
Everything that I once lived for has been burned to the ground, and all that remains are the ashes of my past. Every now and then, I’ll feel a flicker from a stubborn cinder that still burns—a desperate flame that craves more emotional attention, but I always blow it out.
My days of attempting to be ‘a good person’ like everyone else are long gone, and I choose to live my life using a simple series of questions: What’s in it for me? How will this benefit me? Why the fuck are you asking me to do something when there’s nothing in it for me?
All of that said, I have a few redeeming qualities that I’m more than happy to discuss, if you like: I’ve been more than blessed in the endowment department; I can be a gentleman when I want to be, and I own my fair share of properties on the Amalfi coast. (Feel free to do the math on my bank accounts. Plural.) When it comes to ‘relationships,’ I’ve never been interested in learning what that term means, but I more than make up for it between the sheets: I can devour your pussy in ways that will make you forget every man who came before me, leave you orgasming in utter bliss after a session of unforgettable fucking, but I’ll never love you. (Well, anyone, for that matter.)
I’m not that guy.
You’ll never find that in this story…
The only thing you’ll see, if you look closely enough, is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. The woman who brought me to my knees and almost shattered everything I thought I knew.
Keyword: Almost.
Translation: ‘Almost’ doesn’t count.
You see, even when the stakes have been dizzyingly high, I’ve never lost a single game in my life. Never hedged my bets or folded when all the chips were down.
I’ve always known that the best player is the man who has nothing to lose, and in order to be a “hero,” you have to have something (or someone) worth fighting for.
I never have.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Meredith
Now
Don’t stop running, Meredith. Don’t you dare stop r
unning…
I struggle to breathe as my lungs catch fire, stumbling through the woods with every step I take. My clothes are soaked from the night’s pouring rain, and tears are falling down my face. Even though my mind is telling me that I’m doing the right thing, my heart is begging me to turn around and run back.
I refuse to listen.
Last time I managed to escape, I miscalculated—tried to do too much, too soon, but this time, he won’t catch me. My lying, unfortunately-gorgeous and charming as ever husband won’t have enough time to realize that I’m gone.
And when he does, it’ll be too late. Far too late.
Making my way past the mouth of the small town’s river, I stop and lean against a tree. Looking up, I can see my guiding light—the brightly lit billboard with my name and face printed on it. It takes everything in me not to break down and scream.
MISSING:
Meredith Alexis Thatchwood
If found or seen, please call: 1-855-MER-TIPS
Reward: $500,000
(for any information leading to her safe return)
www.meredithmissing.com
The large picture onscreen features me smiling in front of a sunset, wearing my one-of-a-kind wedding dress. It’s an off-shoulder black gown, all in lace, with hints of silver in the seams. I can still remember the stunned look on my husband’s face when I walked down the aisle, the way the fabric lay on the floor of our honeymoon suite when he fucked me against the windows.
Since I’ve been gone, I’ve managed to read one article by The New York Times, one where a so-called journalist wrote, “Perhaps Miss Thatchwood knew something no one else around her did. Perhaps she was well aware that she was dressing for her funeral, and not her wedding.”
His attempt at treating my disappearance like a pretty poem still hurts.
Trying to block out unnecessary thoughts, I start running again. Harder this time, much faster this time.
Our memories cross my mind in hallucinatory flashes—him fucking me, him loving me, him promising that he’d never hurt me. I try not to blame myself for agreeing to marry him so soon, for being sucked into the instant pull he had on me, but there’s no one else I can fault for this.
I honestly thought I was marrying the man of my dreams. Not the monster who locks me in a house seven days a week and keeps me on a schedule like I’m some type of pet.
Focusing on the path ahead, I keep my eyes on the ferry in the distance. It’s eight miles at best, but if I can make it there by midnight, I’ll be able to finally breathe.
Headlights suddenly appear around the bend of the road ahead. Not wanting to risk trusting a stranger right now, I move behind a tree and keep still as it picks up speed and races down the street.
It moves past me, and I let out a sigh. Before I can make a move, the car comes to a complete stop. Then it rolls in reverse.
It takes me all of five seconds to realize that the black luxury car doesn’t belong to any random stranger. It’s my husband’s.
My heart pounds loudly in my chest as he drives a few feet away from me. His lights flash a few times, and my heart races as the vehicle comes to a complete stop.
I freeze as the sound of the driver’s door opening and shutting cuts through the night. The sound of footsteps on the gravel is behind me, to the left. Then to the right.
The footsteps come nearer, and I sense him as he gets closer.
Suddenly, he’s stepping in front of me, his deep green eyes looking stunning under the moonlight. His chiseled face of perfection is inches away from mine, his expression torn between anger and relief.
“Please just let me go,” I say, feeling fresh tears fall down my face. “Please. I won’t tell anyone that you took me, I swear. I’ll keep quiet, and we can pretend like this never happened.”
“That’s not an option,” he says, closing the gap between us. Keeping his eyes on mine, he looks exactly like he did on the night we met. Perfect. Tortured. Pained.
“I’ve been missing three whole weeks,” I say, trying to plead my case again. “Don’t you think my family is crying and wondering if I’ve been murdered? Have you ever thought about the toll this is taking on them?”
He doesn’t answer. He wipes my tears away with his fingertips until they stop falling. Then he slips an arm around my waist and holds me against his side as he leads me to his car.
I know there’s no point in screaming, no point in making a threat I have no power to deliver, so I try the emotional route once more.
“You’re hurting me,” I say as he opens the back door. “You’ve hurt me more than any other person in my life.”
“I haven’t hurt you at all.” He looks offended. “I’ve given you whatever you needed.”
“Except freedom.”
“Because that’s the last thing you need right now.” He cups my face in his hands, and the warmth from his skin instantly soothes me; my body reacts against my will. My foolish heart feels at ease for some strange reason.
He runs his fingers through my hair for several seconds, looking directly into my eyes. “I honestly don’t want to do this to you,” he says.
“Then don’t.”
He looks as if he considers that option for half a second, but then he shakes his head. He presses a cotton swatch over my lips, two strips of duct tape over my mouth next. He picks up a rug and tightly rolls me inside of it. Then he lifts me up and places me onto the backseat so that my eyes are in perfect view of his via the rearview mirror.
Sliding behind the wheel, he turns on the heat and pulls onto the road. He gazes back at me and looks as if he wants to say something harsh, but his cell phone begins to ring.
“Yes?” he answers via the car’s speaker.
“Mr. Anderson, this is Sergeant Ware, do you have a few minutes?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I’m sorry to call you so late, but we just received a few tips about your wife,” he says. “Someone thinks they may have seen her at a diner two hundred miles outside of the city, so I have a team heading there to check it out.”
“Fingers crossed that it’s really her this time,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m really struggling to cope with her missing for yet another week.”
“Trust me, sir. We have our best guys on it. Would you mind coming to the station tomorrow morning? We’ll keep you posted throughout the night on when the officers arrive at that town.”
“Absolutely,” he says. “Thank you so much for working so hard to find her.”
“You’re welcome, sir. See you in the morning.”
The call comes to an end with a long beeping sound, the same sound I hear whenever I walk through the rooms of the secured mansion where he’s been keeping me.
“I need you to trust me, Meredith,” he says. “That’s the entire foundation of a marriage, is it not?”
“Fuck. You.” I mumble through the tape. “Fuckkkk you.”
He smiles as if he understands my words. “We haven’t done that since our honeymoon, but I’m more than open to that again if you like.”
I repeat my words a little louder this time.
“Question,” he says as he veers the car onto a bridge. “Let’s assume that you could have anything in the world right now, that I had the power to give it to you. What do you think that would be?”
Even if I could answer, I wouldn’t.
I shut my eyes in protest and ignore him.
Without a doubt, I already know how the rest of the night will unfold. Half an hour from now, he’ll let me out of the car and lead me through the terrace. He’ll let me roam freely in the abandoned mansion, the gilded prison where no windows unlock, no doors open from the inside. He’ll be more careful this time when the housekeeping worker arrives; I won’t be able to sneak into the bed of her flower truck to get away again.
And then he’ll feed me more lies. My heart will hang onto every word he says, my body will react to seeing him in any way it can, and I’ll have to fight like
hell to hold onto the truth.
The man I married no longer exists. The king of my heart is long gone, and he wears a new name. He’s the king of lies.
“There’s really nothing you would want right now, Meredith?” The deep sound of his voice makes my eyes flutter open, and I realize we’re at the mansion. He peels the duct tape from my mouth. “Nothing at all?”