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BENEATH THE LIES SHALL WE?
082*stanley's POV*“Yeah, I know, it all happened suddenly, but he’s a really nice guy, so I decided to go out with him,” Alora said casually, as if she didn’t know I was head over heels for her. Her words hit like a punch to the gut, each syllable twisting the knife a little deeper.My mind raced with questions. Why was she doing this? Was this another one of her random tests to push me to the edge? Maybe she wanted to make me jealous, to see if I’d crack under the pressure and walk away. If that was her plan, she was dead wrong. I wasn’t going to let her win that easily. If she was going on a date with another guy, fine—I’d meet him, and I’d make sure he’d run for the hills without looking back. I’d show her I wasn’t fazed, no matter how much it stung.I heaved a heavy sigh and forced a smile, masking the turmoil churning inside me. Alora’s eyes widened, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. She clearly hadn’t expected me to take it so calmly. “I’ll be happy to take you to your
BENEATH THE LIES SOMEONE SPECIAL.
081“What the heck is all this?” I yelled, my voice echoing in the small kitchen as I stared at the two little monsters standing amidst the chaos they’d created. Flour coated the floor, the counter, and even their faces, turning them into ghostly figures. The most infuriating part was the smug smiles tugging at their lips, as if they were proud of the disaster they’d caused.The twins stared back at me, wide-eyed, feigning innocence as if they had no idea what they’d done. One of them clutched a container of milk—milk that had been stored in a cupboard well beyond her reach. How had a child not even four feet tall managed to get it? My mind raced, picturing them climbing the shelves like tiny, mischievous monkeys.I pressed a hand to my forehead, frustration mounting. What would Alora think if she came back to this mess? I couldn’t let these kids make me fail her task. Their giggles only fueled my determination. They were clearly pleased with their handiwork, but they didn’t know they
BENEATH THE LIES LITTLE MONSTERS
080*Alora's POV*I chuckled, unable to suppress my amusement. “To be honest, you look absolutely stunning, Stanley,” I said, my voice dripping with playful mockery. Standing up, I grabbed my bag from the table, slinging it over my shoulder. “Since you’re all dressed up now, I guess it’s time for me to take my leave. I’ll be back in a matter of minutes, so don’t get too overwhelmed. They’re just kids.”Stanley rolled his eyes, the floral gown making him look like a bizarre cross between a bodybuilder and a grandmother. “Whatever, just get going, okay?” he said, his tone laced with exasperation. “The longer you take to get back, the longer I’m stuck with these little monsters.”“Hey, don’t call them monsters in their presence!” I scolded, shooting him a pointed look. I walked over to the twins, who were watching us with wide, curious eyes, and placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. “He didn’t mean what he said, okay? You’re not monsters—you’re good girls, aren’t you?”They bo
BENEATH THE LIES HAPPY?
079I gulped as Stanley leaned in closer, our lips mere inches apart. His question echoed in my mind, intensifying the tension between us. He was right—we both felt the pull, the undeniable spark that crackled in the air. So, what was holding us back? The answer came crashing in like a wave: fear. The memory of my heart shattering into a thousand pieces, the pain of betrayal still raw from past wounds. I couldn’t let it happen again. Not with Stanley.My mind flashed to the past—how Stanley had believed the baseless allegations thrown at me, how he’d sided with Charles at first, leaving me to question his loyalty. Trusting him now felt like stepping onto thin ice, knowing it could crack beneath me. No matter how much my body responded to his closeness, my heart wasn’t ready to take that risk.I snapped back to reality, as if waking from a daze. Before his lips could brush against mine, I acted on instinct, delivering a swift kick to his groin. He stumbled to the ground, groaning in pa
BENEATH THE LIES WHAT'S STOPPING US?.
078“This is the height of it, Alora!” I exclaimed, my voice thick with exasperation. “I can’t possibly do this. Isn’t it enough that I’m babysitting? Now I have to put on a gown to please these kids? No, that’s not happening.”She fixed me with a steady gaze, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “So, does that mean you’re giving up?” she asked squarely. “I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad if you quit now.”I bit my lip, her words stinging like a well-aimed dart. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and it was infuriating. I reminded myself that I was the slave in this arrangement, and she was the one calling the shots. If I wanted to win her heart—and I was determined to do so—I had to play by her rules, no matter how absurd. The thought of failing her, of walking away without proving my devotion, was unbearable. I couldn’t let her win this easily.“Fine,” I said, my voice low and reluctant. “I’ll wear the gown.” I snatched the floral monstrosity from her hand and tossed it onto
BENEATH THE LIES WHAT THE HECK?
077“What?!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking with disbelief. Alora had just announced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, that I was to babysit two children. After the humiliation I’d endured washing Mr. Lin’s truck—mocked by a toddler who called me a “she-male”—I was far from trusting these little monsters. “You’re joking, right?” I asked, exhaustion etched across my face. “I can’t possibly babysit them.”“Yes, you can, and you will,” Alora replied, her tone infuriatingly calm. She turned and walked toward her room, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded.I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling. Is it this difficult to win the heart of someone you love? I asked myself. The question echoed in my head, heavy with frustration. For love, I’d become unrecognizable to myself. Who would have thought that someone like me—Stanley Richardson, billionaire tycoon—would be reduced to wearing a pink feminine singlet, scrubbing a grumpy old man’s truck while being insulted by a chi
BENEATH THE LIES WHAT?
076I stared at Alora, momentarily frozen by what she was asking me to do. Wash an old man’s truck? In this ridiculous pink singlet? Her request was absurd, but then she winked, and the playful glint in her eye snapped me out of my daze. “Right,” I said, forcing a smile. Turning to the elderly man, I added, “I’m willing to wash your truck, Mr. Lin.”He squinted at me, his weathered face creasing with curiosity. “In that?” he asked, gesturing toward my attire.“You mean my singlet?” I said, my voice tight with embarrassment. The bright pink fabric clung to my frame, making me feel like a caricature of myself.“Uhm, what else would I be talking about?” Mr. Lin replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “A full-grown man wearing a pink feminine singlet? That’s not something you see every day.”Alora chuckled, and I shot her a glare, my cheeks burning. Her amusement only deepened my mortification, but I couldn’t let her see how much this was getting to me. I had to stay strong, for her.“Anyways,”
BENEATH THE LIES AM I RIGHT STANLEY.?
075A few minutes later, I pulled up at the gates of my sprawling estate in a rickshaw, its rickety frame creaking as it came to a stop. I climbed out, my shirt still faintly stained from the baby’s earlier mishap, and tossed a few bills to the driver as a tip. My legs felt heavy, but I forced myself to move toward the gates, the weight of the morning’s absurdity pressing down on me.The guards stationed at the entrance stared at me, their jaws practically hitting the ground. They looked as if they’d just witnessed a scene from a horror movie, their eyes wide with disbelief. “Sir, are you okay?” one of them asked, rushing toward me, his voice laced with concern. But I ignored him, my focus singular. I kept walking as fast as my tired limbs could carry me, my shoes scuffing against the gravel path. There was no time for explanations—not when Alora’s deadline loomed over me like a guillotine.The journey from the estate gates to the mansion was another grueling endeavor. The driveway st
BENEATH THE LIES IF I WERE YOU I'D BE ON MY WAY BY NOW.
074(ALORA'S POV)My eyes widened in shock. Had I heard him correctly? Had Mr. Stanley Richardson just agreed to be my slave for a week? The audacity of his commitment sent a thrill through me, tinged with disbelief. This was Stanley Richardson, the wealthy business tycoon, known for his commanding presence and impeccable suits, now willingly subjecting himself to my whims. I could hardly believe it.“So, you have no problem with my demands?” I asked, staring directly into his deep, hazel eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. My voice was steady, but inside, my heart raced with anticipation. This was a test, a gauntlet I was throwing down to see how far he would go.“Yes, I have no problem, Alora,” he replied, his tone resolute. “I’m willing to do anything to prove that I truly love you and that I deserve your love.” His words were earnest, almost too sincere, and I felt a flicker of something—admiration, perhaps?—before I quickly smothered it. I couldn’t let my guard down. Not
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