Todos los capítulos de His Untold Lies: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

KiannaThe steady rustle of the leaves outside the window was the only sound in the quiet living room. I lay flat on the leather couch, my eyes closed as the first few drops of a afternoon storm began to tap against the glass. Even when a low rumble of thunder vibrated through the cushions, I didn’t flinch. The rhythmic patter of the rain was actually soothing, a welcome prelude to the clear, sunny weekend the weather reports had been promising all week."Ares is buried under a mountain of paperwork again," I muttered to the empty room, turning my face into the smooth leather.The boredom was practically suffocating. I needed a distraction, and fast. My mind immediately drifted to Enchanted Kingdom—or EK, as everyone calls it. It was only about an hour's drive down to Santa Rosa, Laguna, spanning twenty-five hectares of massive rollercoasters and carnival lights. It was the perfect escape.I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and opened FaceTime, hitting the group call button for m

AresThe pen tip dragged across the final page of the contract, but my eyes kept darting to the Rolex on my wrist. '3:40 p.m.'Kianna’s discharge papers were scheduled for exactly four. After three days of sterile hospital corridors and sleepless nights waiting on her test results, the doctors had finally given her a clean bill of health. I needed to sign this, get in the car, and go home.A sharp, rhythmic knock rattled the heavy oak door—two rapid taps, then a heavy thud. Kyle slipped into the office, carrying a fresh stack of folders."Kyle, tell me this is the last of it," I said, tossing the signed document toward the edge of the desk."Yes, boss. The final approvals for the day.""Good." I stood up, the tension in my shoulders popping as I stretched, and grabbed my overcoat from the rack. "Lock up when you're done. I'm heading out.""Wait, Boss." Kyle stepped into my path, looking down at his tablet with a wince. "You have the Okada Manila banquet tonight. The merger depends on i

Kianna"M-Miaree!"The name left my throat in a strangled gasp. The entire restaurant seemed to freeze, the hum of conversations dying instantly. The man stumbled backward, thick crimson pooling rapidly from his hairline and dripping onto the linoleum."You psycho b-bitch," he hissed, pressing a hand to his head. "You just cracked my skull!"He surged forward, but Miaree didn't flinch. She shattered the remaining base of the soju bottle against the table edge and thrust the jagged, glittering teeth of the glass right at his throat. Her eyes were completely hollow—dead, frozen over, and devoid of a single trace of fear. I shivered, a cold spike of dread hitting my stomach. I didn't recognize her like this."Step back," Miaree said, her voice dropping into a chillingly calm register. "You ruined our dinner. You put your disgusting hands on my friend. Honestly, you got off easy. Want to see what else I can do with this neck?""You're out of your mind!""Try me. If so much as a hair on her

KiannaHave you ever woken up completely paralyzed, trapped in your own body? That was me.My alarm blared at 6:24 a.m. Usually, I find a weird satisfaction in the number twenty-four, but today it offered zero comfort. I aggressively slapped the screen to snooze it for five minutes, desperate to slip back into the blank numbness of sleep. When the second alarm shrieked at 7:24 a.m., the heavy, rhythmic sounds of someone moving in the kitchen echoed down the hall.Ares wasn't leaving for work.I pulled the heavy comforter tighter around my neck, shivering as a sudden draft cut through the room. My eyes darted to the window. It was wide open. 'Who on earth leaves their bedroom window wide open in the muggy Philippine heat? Apparently, I do. Brilliant.' I was just lucky no one had climbed through it while I was unconscious.I lay there, watching the dust motes dance in the morning light, waiting for the front door to click shut. Instead, my eyelids grew heavy again.When my eyes snapped o

KiannaThe neon sign of the cafe finally blinked through the gray afternoon haze. I let out a long breath, sliding my hands deeper into my jacket pockets as I hurried across the pavement. My legs felt like lead. I had texted Miaree that morning to tell her I was skipping my lectures—I simply didn't have the stomach to sit in a classroom. She had immediately offered to skip too, begging me to join her for a spontaneous road trip, but my head was pounding. I needed quiet. I needed somewhere to process everything we had dropped over the phone last night, so she had suggested this tucked-away spot instead.Reaching the glass double doors, I pulled them open and stepped back, holding the frame to let an elderly woman pass inside ahead of me."Thank you, dear," she murmured.I offered a small, strained smile and pulled my hood down. The moment I crossed the threshold, the rich, roasted aroma of espresso enveloped me, but the sudden blast of the building’s air conditioning made me shiver viol