บททั้งหมดของ The Plot Behind All the Lies: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It was mid-October. Damian Halston was at his home, Bayview Manor, in Saltonvale when he got a call from his brother-in-law, Wayne Sutherland, at around 10:00 am."Damian, Farrah said you're at home. Do you know where she keeps her photo album? I think my middle school graduation photo is with her. I've got a class reunion this weekend, and I wanna bring the picture with me."Damian joked around with him with a laugh and got up, phone in hand. He went to his wife, Farrah Sutherland's study, pushing the door open. He searched the bookshelf for a while, pulled out an album, and flipped through it.After finding the photo he wanted, he held his phone to his ear again and said with a smile, "Got it. I'll snap a picture and send it over."He hung up after a bit more banter and carried the album over to the desk. He pulled the photo out, held it up, and took a shot of it with his phone. Then, he sent it to Wayne.After putting the photo back in place, he closed the album, grabbing it by

Damian stared icily at Farrah as she slumped over the desk, her face pale. Noticing that, Robert helped her up and turned to Damian, saying anxiously, "Damian, I need to take Farrah to the hospital first. I promise that if the baby really isn't yours, I won't let her keep it."A low, humorless laugh slipped from Damian's lips. He fixed his gaze on Robert, his tone dripping with contempt. "You think a whore carrying some bastard still has a place in my family? What goes on in that mind of yours, Mr. Sutherland?"As he spoke, he turned and yanked the office door open. He told Vincent, who was waiting outside, to give him the divorce papers. After taking them, he closed the door again and swung back to face Robert. "Make your daughter sign this. The Halston family is pulling every penny we ever put into your company."As for that bastard she's carrying, I'll leave you to deal with it. If she actually has the nerve to give birth to it and drag my family's name through the mud, don't bla

Donald said, "Rosalie, I'm taking some friends out to dinner tonight. Call Isabel and get ready. I'll have someone pick you guys up in a bit.""Really? Great! We were just wondering what to do for dinner," Rosalie Lodge said brightly.Damian let out a cold snort, stood up, and walked over to Donald. With a look, he signaled to Vincent to hang up. Then he drove his foot viciously into Donald's chest, cursing, "You're actually selling out your own sisters. You don't even deserve to be called human."As he spoke, he waved a hand and stepped back. Pointing at Donald, he said, "Keep going. Break his arms and legs."The bodyguards charged at Donald, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him back into the room to continue the beating.Damian turned and leaned close to Vincent, murmuring, "Have a bed brought in here. Also, get a huge trunk. I want Donald stuffed inside it."Vincent's face twisted into a nasty grin. He nodded, then pulled out his phone and hurried out of the room, joggin

Damian closed the door behind him and headed to the walk-in closet. He changed into a robe, then came back and sat down on the couch right next to Rosalie.He took in her tense, frightened face and said in a flat voice, "You know who I am now, right? You and your sister might not have taken part in what your brother and Farrah did, but you two are his sisters. I'm using you to get back at him."As long as you behave yourselves and give me sons, you can leave whenever you want. If you want to stay, you'll both be the ladies of this household. The only reason I took your phones is that I'm divorcing Farrah. Until I get that divorce certificate, you two are not to contact anyone or leave the house. I don't need any extra trouble."Rosalie shook her head and mumbled, "That can't be possible. Mr. Halston, you must be mistaken about Donald. There's no way he and Ms. Sutherland…"Damian let out a short, cold laugh. He stood up, went into the walk-in closet again, and fished his phone out

Damian's eyes went wide as he snatched the papers from Quentin. It was a paternity test that his father, Joseph Halston, had done with Donald before he died. He looked up at Quentin, his brows furrowing so hard they almost joined in the middle."This has to be fake. My parents loved each other. There's no way my dad cheated and knocked up some random side chick."Quentin glanced at the woman beside him, then turned back to Damian and pointed at her. "This is Donald's mother, Sharon Reese. She worked at Avenor Group over 20 years ago."Damian's heart lurched. He whipped his head toward Sharon, his eyes round with shock.She immediately dropped her gaze. With a quiet sigh, she said, "Donald is the son I had with Joseph. When I got pregnant, Joseph gave me money and told me to get an abortion, but I couldn't do it. I quit my job, left the company, and had Donald in secret."Damian let out a cold snort and turned back to Quentin. "DNA reports can be faked. You can't just wave some pap