Beneath His Lies의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

The hallway outside Lucien Moretti’s private archive felt off. Too quiet, too spotless—almost like someone had scrubbed away every hint of life. Lila stood there, gripping the access card Lucien had handed her earlier. “Just for research purposes,” he’d said. His words had been steady, almost rehearsed. But his eyes—she couldn’t forget how tired they’d looked. That wasn’t like him. Lucien always seemed like the kind of man who slept deeply and woke up ready. Yet this morning, those dark circles under his eyes looked permanent.She slid the card into the lock. The little green light flicked on. Accepted. The door clicked open, soft as a secret. She stepped inside.The room smelled faintly of old paper and something sterile. Metal shelves lined the walls, loaded with files, medical records, folders sealed tight and covered in warning stickers: Restricted. Confidential. Her chest tightened. She didn’t belong here. But her father’s name did.Lila walked in, slow, almost silent. Her finger

The noise didn’t fade. It doubled, tripled—like someone had turned up the volume on chaos. Reporters weren’t just asking questions anymore. They were hurling accusations.“Mr. Cole, did you falsify medical records?”“Was the withdrawal forged after death?”“Miss Hart, were you aware of this?”Lila couldn’t even hear herself breathe. All she saw was the glare from the phone screen nearby: her father’s name, Lucien’s signature, a date stamped two days after her dad died. It looked bad. Worse than bad—it looked intentional. Criminal.Lucien’s face had gone so still, it scared her more than if he’d exploded. “That’s not the date,” he said again, but quieter, almost to himself.Nobody cared. Cameras kept rolling. Facts weren’t trending—scandal was. Daniel stood across the lobby, watching the whole thing like he was at a bonfire. He didn’t look shocked. He looked—satisfied.And that’s when something inside Lila just… snapped. Not heartbreak. Not fury. Clarity.Lucien moved toward her, just

The archive door still carried Lila’s warmth from when she’d closed it. Her own breath sounded way too loud in the tight little room. She kept running her thumb over her father’s photo, as if the paper might suddenly give her another story, a gentler one.A shadow flickered at the doorway.She went still.“Don’t scream,” someone said from the dark, calm and low like he had all the time in the world—and none of it for her.She didn’t move. “Who’s there?”A light snapped on in the corner. Daniel strolled in, hands buried in his pockets like he owned the place. He smiled, but his eyes didn’t bother.“You’re brave,” he said. “Or stupid. Hard to say.”“You sent me that photo,” Lila blurted out before she could stop herself. “Why?”He came closer. The air in the archive was thick with paper and some harsh metallic tang—old machines, maybe, or too much disinfectant. Up close, Daniel smelled like money and cold mornings, expensive coffee and a smile you didn’t trust.“Because you’re in the ri