All Chapters of BENEATH THE LIES : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

101TASHA'S POVI stared at her as she walked towards me, her face full of anger, and I could tell from it that she had seen the video too. Well, this was going to be fun. I was already getting bored. Waiting for her to reach where I stood felt like forever. I felt like meeting her halfway and harassing her where she stood, but I held my cool. There was no need to rush.She kept walking, her puppet billionaire following behind her like he had nothing better to do with his life. How had she even managed to sway a man like Stanley Richardson? The thought was disturbing, but anyway, I shoved it off. What do you expect from a whore? I chuckled.Finally, she was right in front of me, acting all bossy. She didn’t even wait to say hi. What a disrespectful bitch. She thought she owned the world just because she felt important now—her father wanted her back and she had a billionaire by her side. Well, I was going to break that little confidence she had.She wanted to walk past me, but just the

103TASHA'S POVStill standing outside the door, I wondered what was taking them so long. By now, Alora and her father should have stormed down to choke me by the neck, saying I was the one who killed their mother and wife.Anyway, other important people showed up—the media. I could spot my friend in the night from where I was. She stepped out of a van, a camera around her neck, and some other six vans came along with her. I knew she wouldn't bail on me.She spotted me from where she stood and began walking towards me, with a few men following behind her. Just as they were coming, I knew it was time for me to put on my act.I bent my face as if I were in shame, and when they finally arrived at where I was, she rushed towards me.“Tasha, is everything okay? What happened?” she said.I lifted my head. at this point, tears were already falling freely down my cheeks.“It’s... it’s nothing, Christine,” I said as I wiped the fake tears away.“How can you say it’s nothing? A few minutes ago

105 ALORA'S POV We arrived at the mansion long ago. My mother was now resting in my former room, while Stanley was in his room. I didn’t know if now was the right time to approach him. I felt I had somehow made him angry, and my conscience was disturbing me. Standing outside his room door, I paced up and down, beating my phone on my palms as I thought of how to approach him. Should I start by greeting… No, no, no, no way. He’s my fiancé, so why should I greet? Or maybe I can start by just walking towards him without saying a word, and then, when I arrive, I speak to him. So many thoughts ran through my head, and I didn’t know which to choose, so I ignored all of them. I’ll just act according to how the matter is when I get inside. I heaved a heavy sigh and pulled open the door, but when I did, I couldn’t find Stanley anywhere. All I could see were his clothes on the bed. Then I heard it — the sound of rushing water. He was in the bathroom. Walking towards the bathroom,

107**Ken’s POV**I sat on the edge of my bed, dressed for work, my suit crisp but my mind a total mess. Last night played on repeat in my head—my hands wrapped around Tasha’s throat, the urge to kill her burning in my chest. She’d ruined everything—my marriage, my reputation, my chance to beg Alora for forgiveness. I wanted her gone, buried, but killing her would make me a murderer. The world would see me as a monster who killed his own daughter. I couldn’t risk damaging my image even more. I had a better plan. Since Tasha took everything from me, I’d take away the one thing she craved: my wealth, my empire. She’d get nothing.I grabbed my phone from the bed and dialed Mr. George’s number. He’d been my lawyer for years, the one who’d set Tasha as my next of kin on my orders. Now, I’d undo that mistake. After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello, Mr. Ken,” he said, his voice groggy. “Good morning. Why’re you calling so early?”“Morning, George,” I replied, my voice tight. “I need to chan

109TASHA'S POV I sat back on the couch, my legs crossed, the soft cushion sinking under me. After the mansion blew into pieces, I had recorded the video and sent it to that gullible Mia who refused to die when she was supposed to.After that, I deleted the video from my phone so it wouldn’t be traced or linked to the house bombing incident. Everything was going my way—exactly how I had planned it.It was perfect.Now I was at my gullible reporter’s place. Her house was quite small, but I could manage. I fed her some lies, saying that after the incident that night I was insulted and bullied by everyone at home, so I decided to leave. I told her I couldn’t stay in a place where I wasn’t loved.She believed me. Obviously, she had no choice. She was completely under my strings, and now she was at work while I was alone in her quiet apartment. Even though the place smelled like newspapers, it was still manageable.Each time I thought of how she had warmly welcomed me into her home, I fel