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Devin's voice echoed in the room, making my heart skip a bit. "Not really. It was uhm…onions," I lied, avoiding their gaze. "There is no fucking onion anywhere." His eyes covered the kitchen cabinet before resting on mine. "Don't lie to me. I can sniff your lies," he said, making my heart thump loudly in surprise. "Don't tell me that you are crying because of that jerk?" Dax asked. His voice slightly raised in anger. "No!" I quickly said, but Devin's eyes caught mine, making me scold myself.

Doris sat cross-legged on her bed with one of the files resting on her lap while the others remained scattered around her blanket. She had already taken her bath, and her damp hair kept brushing against the loose shirt hanging over her shoulders. The room was quiet except for the soft sound coming from the ceiling fan above her. At first, she only planned to glance through the documents before sleeping. That plan disappeared almost immediately. The deeper she read, the stranger everything became. She adjusted herself properly against the headboard and flipped through another page carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she continued reading about Delvis and the company.

I emitted a shrill, haunting cackle that sounded like demonic wails that came from the depths of hell. I bellowed, "Ignazio, I curse you and Chiara to be doomed to the darkest and most fiery pits of hell!" Ignazio's expression turned drastically frosty as he seethed, "If you hadn't arranged for Chiara to be abducted and had a group of beggars violate her, she wouldn't have lost the child!" He locked his icy gaze onto me and growled, "Since you enjoy getting people to humiliate others so much, then you should get a taste of your own medicine!"

But lying here in the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. I heaved a heavy sigh and let my thoughts drift to that awful interrogation with Inspector Davies. The way he'd looked at me with such suspicion, like I was some kind of criminal mastermind instead of a grieving daughter. Tasha's lies had poisoned his mind against me so thoroughly that he couldn't see the truth even when it was right in front of him. I needed to find a way to expose her. Even with Dad's fake death buying us time, I knew Tasha wasn't done scheming. She was probably planning her next move right now, figuring out how to capitalize on her supposed victory.

Dev let out a short, hollow, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down her spine. "You know what?" he paused, his gaze raking over her with open disgust. "For one split second down in that hall, I actually thought you might be innocent." Divya stared at him, struck dumb. "But then I saw you," Dev continued mercilessly. "Standing downstairs. Flirting shamelessly with another man." Divya's jaw dropped. "What?!" "I saw you with my own eyes." "That wasn't—" "Don't," he commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a blade.

I clutched my jeans tightly and put my head to the wall. “He is obviously shameless. How would he throw himself on the school’s champion? Is he that desperate to be noticed?” One of the guys sneered. “The proposal felt too real lol. I hope Caine finds happiness but definitely not in ass Karel.” Another added. The shuffles got closer. I almost sank into the walls, hands clamped over my mouth. “I didn’t say shit about him. I wouldn’t be Devries’ next victim.” The third guy dried his hands with a towel.

"I know the true story. It was an honest accident. Nothing more." "Then why are you here?" "Because truth is not always enough." His answer landed like a slap I hadn't braced for. Draven looked toward the fountain for a moment before facing me again. "Imagine how easily that story could be changed. A desperate woman who had just been rejected, deliberately targeting a wealthy Alpha's private sample. A woman who found a way into his life through calculated deception." "That is a lie." "I know." He said it without shame. "It does not need to be true. It only needs to sound believable enough to make people question you."

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

He read it twice, unable to process it the first time through. Beside it sat a hospital record. And next to that centered, unmissable, deliberate a small glass jar. Inside it, something small and red and unmistakably human. If he looked closely enough, he could almost make out the shape of tiny limbs. His pupils contracted. Pain lanced through his chest, sharp enough to steal his breath. His voice came out in a broken whisper. "No. This isn't real. I don't believe this. No." His eyes went bloodshot, and he staggered back a step, voice shaking. "A child? No you're lying to me. This is a lie."

She said that if Chase hadn't been lucky, he would've died back then. "So, you have only yourself to blame. I can't believe I almost fell for your act just now." For a moment, I was stunned. Then memories of those long-ago incidents resurfaced, and I let out a miserable laugh. At last, I understood why these two women were so completely devoted to Chase. So this was what they believed had happened. Yes, there had been a collision back then, but it wasn't anything like the story Naomi had just told. From the moment Chase joined the club, I'd realized there was something wrong with him. He was always looking for shortcuts and trying to win through underhanded means.