Faith Lehane Novels & Stories

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

I rolled my eyes but turned my attention back to the screen, "What am I looking at?" “Say hello to Faith Porter. She’s your average, unsuspecting financial analyst, just doing her nine-to-five. That briefcase her boss handed over to her, it’s not just full of spreadsheets. There’s a data drive inside loaded with every dirty transaction tying her company to laundering millions for the Westies. They’re using her firm to wash their blood money and keep themselves afloat. If we want to sink the Westies for good, we’ve got to drain the cash flow. Cut off their lifeline, and the whole operation goes belly up.”

“If you do not tell us who helped you, then I will have no other choice but to return you to Hades and allow him to forcefully get the information from your mind. Is that what you wish pup?” Elika mutely shook her head, wishing that they would accept her excuse, though deep within her mind she knew that it would not entirely be possible, their minds too distrusting and suspicious of her. And though she could not blame them for their distrust, she dreaded facing Hades in response to her silence on the subject; fearful of how he would attempt to extract the information from her mind. And what else he may find.

“Just read it.” Kieran stared at her for a long time. Then he picked up the letter and opened it. The silence that followed was heavy. His eyes moved across the page slowly. The mocking smile faded from his face. When he looked up again, his voice was low. “He wrote this?” “Yes,” Lena said. “He trusted the wrong people. But he never betrayed us.” Kieran’s hand trembled slightly. “I wanted to believe he was a hero,” he whispered. “All this time, I thought you had joined the man who killed him.”

God, she hated him… and yet a traitorous part of her still ached to believe him. Leah shook her head violently, biting down hard on her lip until she tasted iron. No. He lied. He’s just like his father. A killer. A man raised to obey blood and power above all else. She rounded a corner, intending to retreat to her chambers where she could collapse in solitude, but halted abruptly when faint voices drifted toward her.

Rage was all he felt. He calmed himself down. Then Marco spoke. "You know we already have his sister. We can use it as an advantage. "Marco informed him. He is right. He is one of his most trusted men and is like a brother to him. They've been together since their teenage days. He can blindly trust him. And in the cases of the Mafia, he has the sharpest mind, he is good at handling all kinds of situations with his calm demeanor. He gave him a knowing smile. Showing that he got the point he was implying. With that, he left the office.

I wanted to ask him to stop Cameron from hurting himself. On the other end of the line, Jack sounded overjoyed, but his voice was wrapped in deep exhaustion. “Laura, I’m so happy... You actually—” Before he could finish, I heard a loud thud. “Something’s wrong! Mr. Spencer just fainted!” Hearing the chaos on the other end, I silently hung up the phone. But in the very next second, a trending topic popped up on the news. The ever-pragmatic Mr. Spencer, who never believed in gods or spirits, had knelt and bowed every few steps through the pouring rain, making his way toward a famous shrine, wishing only for one life in exchange for another.

She pulled her arm away with a jerk and stepped back before raising her head to glare at him furiously. They were all idiots Atleast, Hardin did not lie to her. She believed them all. She even believed their lies. She believed their plots. She believed in their deception. And she believed in the illusions they all created too. Yet, they did not even believe her truth. They refused to believe that she did not kill Lucas. Sia wondered if John and Emily would have believed her if they were not murdered. She wondered if Lara would have believed her if she did not kill herself like this.

“And what did she ever give you? Chaos. Problems. Betrayal.” “Enough.” I shot to my feet. “No. I’m done staying quiet.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “You hired someone to kill me,” he said. “You think that was where it started?” I laughed, the sound raw and bitter. “That was only the end, Kade.” He stared at me, waiting. I stepped closer. “You want the truth? Fine. The messages between Lia and the anonymous man…I forged them. The information that reached the FBI? I was the one who leaked it, not Lia. Wolfe Enterprises didn’t collapse because of bad luck, It collapsed because I made it collapse.”

He paused, “If you'd used the money for something meaningful, I might've spared you.” Liar. I scoffed inwardly. The second man spoke, his voice broken with sobs. “My daughter... She needed surgery. I didn't want to lose her. I had no other choice!” For a moment, he appeared to consider his words, nodding slowly. But when his gaze shifted to the first man, his expression hardened. “And you?” “I-I…” The man stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. “You know what I hate most?” He said, cutting him off, in a low and deep voice. “I hate liars.”