Did Daniel Padilla Cheat Novels & Stories

Daniel confessed to poisoning me and Peter, kidnapping Peter with the assistance of Mia, embezzlement, bribing officials and a dozen other offenses I did not even suspect of. I was crying. Tears poured down my face and I was unable to stop. This was what I had desired long enough, to have Daniel answer to what he had done, to have the truth finally come to light. Still, it was more difficult to watch it occur than I expected. This was the man that I had been married to over the years, the father of my son. He was killing himself in front of television. “Annabella,” John said softly. “Are you okay?”

He drawled. Regina's eyes widened. Collateral? She never expected the unexpected turn of events. She knew that something was fishy, but she never expected it to be this deep. Furthermore, she could see the shock imprinted on his face as he sat there, unmoving and scared. Visible beads of sweat covered his forehead. He shook his head vigorously. “Y-your claim is wrong!” The man yelled with a worried expression. Daniel scoffed. “It's nice to see that you can still cover up the shame with just an expensive suit, but that isn't enough to hide the fact that you're going broke, especially from me. I did proper research before initiating the whole thing,” he revealed.

This exceeds all I could have dreamed of. Langley said, "There's more. Several years ago, Daniel Reyes worked for us and she’s a person who reports everything immediately she sniffs illegal activities. She intended to expose Dorian after learning about some of his dishonest behavior.” I sense the blood flowing away from my face. "What happened to her?”

“Or should I say, Maria Santos? We’ve spent the last forty-eight hours tracing the pedigree of your ‘Italian lineage.’ It turns out your accent is as manufactured as your pregnancy. You entered this country on a work visa that expired three years ago—a visa sponsored by a shell company owned by Daniel Blackwood. A company that, as of six minutes ago, no longer exists.” Avalain’s face went a ghostly shade of grey. The phone slipped from her fingers, thudding onto the plush white rug. “That’s… that’s a lie. Daniel would never—” “Daniel is sitting in a six-by-nine cell wearing orange polyester, Avalain,” I interrupted, walking toward her. “He couldn’t save his own name. He certainly didn’t both

“Reeves’s people got to him first, Bianca. Before Daniel could give his full testimony. Whatever Reeves told them Daniel did, it was enough to get a warrant.” “What are they saying he did.” “Financial misconduct. Fraud. Conspiracy.” Kemi’s voice was tight. Not panicked. Tight. “The charge sheet has his name alongside three others. Two of whom are connected to foundations in Reeves’s network.” Bianca pressed her back against the hallway wall. Daniel had called Ethan’s lawyer last night. He had said he would give a full statement. He had said he would be the honest version of himself. And somewhere between that conversation and six forty-five this morning, Reeves had moved faster.

she began softly, “it’s about the fake DNA test. Adrian found out who leaked it.” I froze. My body went rigid, and my hand instinctively curled into a fist on the desk. “Who?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. Adrian cleared his throat, his tone careful. “It was Daniel.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The words didn’t quite land at first, my brain struggling to process them. I didn’t react immediately, but I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. Then, I leaned back in my chair, jaw tightening as I fought to keep the rush of emotions at bay.

Daniel nodded, he stared at the message that had just entered the phone, it was the same message that Aliyah showed everyone, Daniel's feet buckled, he collapsed to the ground, with the phone falling to the ground. Madam Priscilla moved to her son, she couldn't even hold him because her hands were cuffed, tears rolled down her eyes … they were doomed, they had fallen before Aliyah. One of the panelists stood up and went to where the phone had fallen, he took the phone and showed it to everyone. It was the same message and it read … Daniel Malvern, you did it. The panelist went back to his seat and all the panelists came together and had a quiet discussion.

I whispered. “A lot of people made sure you didn’t know.” Daniel closed the folder. “Moore, I’ve been doing this job for twenty years. I’ve investigated cheating spouses, corrupt business partners, and criminals hiding behind legitimate businesses. And I’m telling you right now, your ex-wife is not the villain in this story.” “She left—”

Both companies expelled them, leaving only their shares, which they tried to use to curry favor with me. I accepted. Then I turned over more than a year's worth of evidence to the police. Grayson, Peter, and Kayla were all arrested for intentional harm. My only demand was for the heaviest possible sentence. But no punishment could undo the pain. All I could do was heal myself… and heal Joyce. Ahead of us lay a gentler road, one we would walk together. The End.

“I don’t want to talk to you… please, just give me some time.” Ava grabbed Peter’s arm. “Come on. We’re going.” Peter looked at me for a second. “I’ll see you later,” he said. “Yeah,” I replied. He walked away with Ava. Daniel turned to me. “Look, I know you hate gay people. Or you simply don't care,” he started. “But you gotta help me. I didn't cheat on Peter. I love him.” I scoffed, adjusting my bag. “I saw you the other day kissing some guy,” I frowned. “Isn't that cheating?”