#Storytime: Lies fuel more lies.

James had always believed that lies, if told well enough, could build an empire. And for a while, they did.

It started small: excuses to skip work, little fabrications to impress friends. But the thrill of deception was intoxicating, and soon, James wasn’t just lying, he was living a lie.

His biggest gamble came when he met Mr. Louis, a wealthy businessman looking for partners on a lucrative project.

James, despite having no real wealth, played the part of a successful investor. With charm, confidence, and forged documents, he convinced Louis to trust him with a sizable sum, promising triple returns.

For months, James lived like a king: luxury cars, designer suits, lavish parties.

He told himself he would find a way to make it work, to turn the lies into truth. But deceit is like a house of cards; one wrong move, and it all comes crashing down.

When the deadline arrived, James had nothing. He stalled, made excuses, spun more lies, but Louis wasn’t a fool.

One evening, as James lounged in his penthouse, sipping expensive whiskey, there was a knock at the door. Two men in dark suits stepped inside, their expressions unreadable.

“Mr. Louis sends his regards,” one of them said.

James barely had time to react before they closed in.

Days later, his penthouse stood empty.

The news whispered of a vanished conman, but no one knew where he had gone.

Only those who understood Louis world knew the truth:

James had played a dangerous game.

And in the end, the only thing his lies had bought him was silence.