LIAR, LIAR 🪶
In a world where power is inherited and secrets are currency, Rory Rothschild and Nicholas Abernathy find themselves caught in a dangerous web of ambition and deceit. With the mysterious disappearance of Rory's father casting a shadow...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you try to push me 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ but i just find my way back ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐈𝐍
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𝑰̲̅. ┈ liar, liar ⠀ ⠀
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"I felt your pain, Nicholas— more than you know. But mercy only goes so far."
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Two worlds divided by blood and stone.
Beyond the battle—I'll meet you there.
The rules were never spoken aloud, yet they governed every corner of their lives. For families like the Rothschilds and the Abernathys, life wasn't about living—it was about winning. Deals struck over handshakes, betrayals buried beneath centuries-old alliances, and loyalty that bent under the weight of ambition.
Rory Rothschild had always known she was a piece on the board, her every move dictated by forces she could never fully control. She wasn't blind to the way her family strategized, weaving her future into a web of obligations and expectations. "For the family," they would say, as though the family was something greater than the individuals who suffered for it. It didn't matter how sharp her mind was or how hard she worked—she was still a pawn, moved when convenient, sacrificed when necessary.
Nicholas Abernathy wasn't free, either. His father's voice echoed in his mind like the click of a clock winding down. He had spent his entire life under the crushing weight of that legacy, groomed to step into a role that left no room for error, let alone rebellion. The heir to an empire didn't get to choose his battles—he only fought the ones his father handed him.
Their lives were orchestrated by the ambitions of their parents, bound by feuds older than they were and grudges they didn't fully understand. The rivalry between the Rothschilds and the Abernathys was an inheritance neither of them had asked for but one they were forced to uphold. It seeped into every corner of their existence, even as they stood on the cusp of adulthood, pretending they held the reins of their own futures.
They were puppets on strings, heirs to thrones built on the bones of their ancestors. And yet, deep down, both of them knew the truth: they were pieces in a game far bigger than themselves. The only question was who would be sacrificed first—and what price they would pay when the game inevitably turned on them.
