Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Untold Lies: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

KiannaThe morning had been an endless cycle of lectures and administrative tedium. Even though the Dean had suggested I skip class to focus on my duties as the Ace, I had insisted on sitting in. I liked the structure of the lecture hall; it kept me grounded. But halfway through the professor’s presentation on curriculum design, my phone buzzed against the wood of the desk—a sharp, insistent vibration that cut through the silence.I slipped out of the room, my frustration mounting before I even looked at the caller ID. It was Asteria. I didn’t want to talk to her, but I didn’t want a scene either. I stepped into the empty hallway and swiped to answer, rolling my eyes as I pressed the phone to my ear."What do you want?" I asked."How could you?!" Her voice hit me like a physical blow, screeching through the receiver. "You let Nathan Ramirez use the official F******k page to announce the student levels while you forced me to haul stacks of paperwork across the entire freshman campus? Ar

KiannaThe Dean’s office felt like a pressure cooker. My father’s face was a mask of strained, red-faced desperation as he leaned toward the desk, his knuckles white against the mahogany."Dean, please," he said, his voice straining. "I understand the situation, I do. But this expulsion? It’s simply not fair to my daughter. What if we settled this with a donation? I’m prepared to make a significant contribution to the school’s fund right now. Just—just let this slide so she doesn't have to face the humiliation of being kicked out."He emphasized the word sister with a sharp, ugly glare directed right at me. It was as if he wanted to make sure everyone knew the "fault" lay with me for being the one who stood in her way. I watched him, my stomach churning. Why was he still defending her? Asteria had never shown me a shred of kindness. She wore her arrogance like armor, constantly mocking my existence, as if her entire purpose was to make my life look small by comparison. I was done tryin

AresI’ve been tracking the days on my calendar, watching the first of the month approach like a prize I’d already won. This birthday had to be perfect. I wanted it to be the kind of memory that sticks—the kind she’d replay in her head for years to come.Originally, I had everything mapped out. I’d even booked tickets to Bali. But then, she’d risen to the top of her class, crowned the "Ace" of her university, and her schedule had turned into a fortress. When she told me she’d be buried in schoolwork, the disappointment felt like a physical weight in my gut. I’d toyed with the idea of begging her to take a week off, to just breathe, but I stopped myself. Watching her thrive, watching her own that title—it meant too much to her. I couldn't be the one to pull her away from it."Boss?"I looked up to see Kyle standing in the office doorway, his expression thoughtful."You ever think about asking your parents for help?" Kyle asked, stepping inside. "They’re seasoned pros in the industry. Th

KiannaThey held my hands in a firm, guiding grip, leading me through the dark with my eyes still shielded. My pulse was a frantic, irregular rhythm thumping against my ribs. I felt a cold sheen of sweat break out across my forehead. Every step forward felt like a gamble, and the gnawing sensation in my stomach made me fear that the nervous energy would force me to lose my breakfast right there in the grass."Okay, we’re here!" his mother announced, her voice bright and vibrating with anticipation.The pressure on my eyes lifted as Ares reached for the knot. "Alright, you can take the blindfold off now."I blinked against the sudden onslaught of light. My vision cleared, and the world snapped into sharp focus. My breath caught in my throat. Strung between the ancient trees in the garden was a vibrant, hand-painted banner: Happy Birthday, Kianna.The garden itself had been transformed. It looked like something pulled from a dream—a lush, green sanctuary draped in soft lights that shimme

KiannaThe air around the campfire felt thick, and not just from the woodsmoke. My mother-in-law gestured toward the woman standing beside her, her smile bright and oblivious to the sudden cold knot in my stomach."Kianna, this is Jillian," she said, her voice lilting. "Jill, meet Kianna, Ares’s wife."I blinked, the world tilting slightly. My brain scrambled to process the information. Ares’s sister? That was impossible. He’d told me his father died when he was a boy, and he’d never once mentioned a sibling. I looked at this stranger—Jill—and wondered if she was a secret half-sister, someone from a past he’d carefully excised from his life.Jill stepped forward, her hand extended. She was poised, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that made me feel exposed. "Hi. I’m Jill. I’ve been dying to meet you."My heart hammered against my ribs. I forced my hand to meet hers, though my palms felt damp. "I—I’m sorry," I stammered, my voice sounding thin to my own ears. "I’m just… surprise