Beneath His Lies

Lila’s hands shook as she turned the pages. She hadn’t planned to snoop. Really, she should’ve just shoved the folder back in the drawer and walked away. But it felt too heavy, almost like it was daring her to open it, like it knew her father’s death was tucked inside. And there it was—his name, bold and impossible to miss.

John Harris.

She sucked in a breath, heart hammering. The letters blurred for a second. Her chest tightened so much it hurt. He was listed as a participant in a clinical trial.

Not just any trial. The one that had been going on at the hospital for months. The one Lucien Moretti—the CEO of Cole Medical himself—had signed off on.

She stopped breathing for a second and flipped the page.

There it was.

Fake data. Side effects swept under the rug.

Her dad was one of the patients.

The same drug they’d promised would save people. And now it was the reason he was gone.

Her head spun, blood roaring in her ears. How could they do this? How did Lucien Moretti get away with it? How did everyone just let it happen?

Her fingers dug into the paper, anger flaring up and taking over. She slammed the folder shut, but her thoughts kept racing.

Why didn’t anyone stop it? Why did nobody care whether it was safe?

This wasn’t just about her dad anymore. It was about every single person who’d trusted them, every life wrecked because nobody bothered to check the truth.

Lila wasn’t going to let them bury it. Not anymore.

Lila yanked her coat from the hook and tore out of the office, moving so fast it felt like the ground might give way. This wasn’t just another hospital mess. This was murder, slow and deliberate, and she wasn’t going to let it slide.

She didn’t hesitate. She was going straight to Lucien Moretti. Straight to the man at the top.

When she stepped into Lucien’s office, the place felt colder than usual. The glass walls, the sterile air, Lucien behind his desk looking untouchable—it all made her skin crawl. Usually, the room just felt empty. Now, it felt like it was closing in.

Lucien didn’t even bother to look up.

“Lucien,” she said. Her voice wobbled, but she forced it steady. She wasn’t here to fall apart. “We need to talk.”

He barely moved, just glanced at her, then back to his papers. “Not now, Lila,” he muttered, like she was just another problem to cross off his list.

“No, now,” she shot back, stepping closer, her voice gaining strength. “You’re going to explain why my father’s name is on a trial that killed him.”

He froze. The pen stopped mid-sentence, and for a second she saw something flicker in his eyes—fear, maybe, or guilt—before he shut it down again.

“What are you talking about?” His voice stayed calm, but there was a new edge to it.

She slapped the folder on his desk. “This,” she said, her hands shaking. “The trial you signed off on. The drugs that killed him.”

He didn’t move, but his jaw clenched tight. “I didn’t know,” he said, almost defensive. “The medical board approved the data. I trusted their judgment.”

“And that was good enough for you?” she demanded. “You didn’t even look closer when they said he died from ‘complications’?”

He started to answer, but stopped. Something unsettled flickered behind his eyes. “I was doing my job,” he finally got out, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“Your job?” she spat. “My father was your responsibility. You were supposed to protect him. And you—” Her voice broke, tears threatening, but she held them back.

Lucien’s hand curled into a fist, knuckles white against the desk. “You think I didn’t care?” His voice cracked, rougher now. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t believe you,” she whispered, voice thick with rage. “You signed off on this. You knew.”

“I didn’t,” he repeated, softer now. “I didn’t know anyone would die. I didn’t know the data was fake. I trusted them.”

The room seemed to shrink. It wasn’t just about the trial or her father anymore. It was about all of it—the power games, the secrets, the lies that filled this place. And now, it was all falling apart.

She stared at him, this man who’d always seemed so cold and untouchable, and suddenly he looked exposed. Human, even.

“If you really didn’t know,” she said, her voice low, “then what are we even doing here?”

Lucien opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the door burst open.

His assistant rushed in, breathless, panic all over her face. “Sir, you need to see this.”

Lila’s heart hammered.

“What?” Lucien snapped, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.

The assistant thrust a tablet at him, hands trembling.

Lucien’s face went white as he read the screen.

Lila leaned in, her stomach dropping when she saw the headline: “Cole Medical Under Review – Scandal and Data Falsification Exposed.”

Her pulse pounded in her ears.

Her father’s name. Her father’s death. Now it was all out there for everyone to see.

“Who did this?” Lucien’s voice was a growl.

“I don’t know, sir,” the assistant stammered. “It’s everywhere. Every news site.”

Lila stepped back, her heart racing. The truth was out. Lucien couldn’t bury it this time.

He met her eyes, and for the first time, he looked defeated. “I didn’t protect him,” he said, voice raw. “That’s my guilt.”

She stopped. No excuses, no defenses. Just the truth.

But it wasn’t enough.

She turned away, the weight of it all pressing down on her. Lucien couldn’t control this anymore. The story, the fallout, or her.

She reached the door, then froze.

The assistant’s voice shook. “There’s more—a second message. Anonymous. They say—”

Lila spun back, breath caught in her throat.

Lucien looked at her, eyes wide and face drained of color.

Lila leaned in, eyes going wide as the headline blazed across the screen:

“Cole Medical Under Review – Scandal and Data Falsification Exposed.”

Her pulse kicked up. Her father’s name, her father’s death—now this. One article, and everything could fall apart.

“Who did this?” Lucien snapped.

The assistant’s voice shook. “I don’t know, sir. It’s on every site. It’s everywhere.”

Lila stepped back, panic curling through her. The story was out. The truth was out. Lucien couldn’t stop it—not this time.

There was only one thing left.

He caught her gaze. His voice was rough, stripped bare. “I didn’t protect him. That’s on me.”

She just stood there, stunned. No excuses. No shield of anger or cold logic. Just the truth.

But truth alone didn’t fix anything.

She turned away, feeling the weight of it all closing in. Lucien had lost his grip—on the story, on the damage, on her.

She reached the door—and stopped.

The assistant’s voice trembled again. “Wait—there’s another message. Anonymous. They say—”

Lila spun back, barely breathing.

Lucien looked shaken, his face drained of color.

“They say,” the assistant whispered, “the files we thought were deleted... they’re still out there.”

Lila’s heart stalled. Air caught in her throat.

Then the phone rang.

Blocked number.

Lucien snatched it up. “What?”

A distorted voice, almost unrecognizable, but one word cut through:

“It’s not over.”

The line went dead.