Faith Lehane Novels & Stories

He noticed cars parked too long outside. Unfamiliar numbers calling and hanging up. A shadow in the lobby mirror that didn’t belong to anyone he recognized. He began encrypting every message, every file but part of him knew it was already too late. MediaNova had reach. Influence. Money. They could erase people as easily as they erased truth. Still… he couldn’t let Liam and Amara be buried under lies. He opened his laptop, began drafting a story: “The Confession They Never Heard: How Two Lives Were Rewritten for Profit.”

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”

Mateo replied. Faith was still in denial. She couldn’t accept the fact that her entire life has been a lie. She smashed her lips together and look away from Mateo. “It is hard to believe it,” She mumbled and pinched the bridge of her nose, “I – I don’t know what’s true and what is not. I just want to get out of this mess,” She spoke lowly. She was tired of this already. She wanted to get out of these spiraling webs around her. “That can never happen, Faith. You are a Bianchi. No matter how far you run away, the danger will always catch up with you. You can’t run from this. It is better if you learn to live with it.” He told her.

After five fucking years! My name was finally cleared to the world that I was never a cheat. I never cheated on Ethan, just like I had said all those years ago. But nobody believed me. And now this! But what good was it now? Leah Harnes is dead. So what could this possibly achieve. Did it stop the suffering she passed through? Or the hatefilled stares she received along with insults that were thrown at her. No, it did none of that. And if Ethan was behind this.

I stepped back, avoiding his touch. His eyes dimmed. "You're still mad, aren't you? I've cut off contact with her, and left everything behind to find you. Can't you forgive me?" He thought he'd sacrificed it all, but I didn't even glance his way. "Remember what you promised my dad when he gave you my hand at our wedding?" Frank had sworn he'd never betray me, or he'd end up alone. "When you did those things with Lila, did you think about the fallout?" I pressed.

"A nun?! You're a nuuuuun?!" he shouted, and she just shrugged with an oops expression that left him frozen. "Crisis of faith?" she murmured, as if that could pass for an apology. And from that moment on, the world turned very dark for Liam Harrington. Apparently, one of the cleaning staff had seen Liam and the woman dressed as a nun enter the room, and decided it would make a great story for the press. The journalists ran the photos, and it blew up into a massive scandal.

“Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?” The man stood and reached out a hand to her, which she reluctantly shook. “Yes. I’m Theodore Blackwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Leah sat down on the sofa next to her father facing Theo and assessed him. He seemed nice enough, but would he be strong enough in the future to stand by her side when she eventually took over the Sullivan clan. Leah doubted it. The man may be kind of charming, but charm didn’t win fights. If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back.

"Unlike Flora. She relies purely on her own hard skills to carve out a place in the design world. How could someone like you possibly compare to her?" Hearing him say that, it suddenly struck me that the name 'Flora' sounded awfully familiar. There was an architect in our industry who had been blacklisted by multiple firms for plagiarism. If I recalled correctly, she shared that exact name. Watching the two of them act so intimately, I clenched my fists tight, my voice trembling. "So... while I was away, you’ve been cheating on me all along?" "Cheating?" Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we will be together. It may be not now but soon. I’ll explain everything to your sister and I feel sorry to break her heart but it’s you t

How could that even be possible? Before I have a chance to open my mouth she raises her hand, stopping me as she takes a sip of her tea. She then locks eyes with me and smiles. “Everything you know about the mafia is a lie. I am the heir. My father was the leader of the American mafia in New York. I was trained all my life to take everything into my hands after my father retired, but I fell for your father, Christopher was sweet and kind, and the way he looked at me always made me feel like I was seen. I was always kept in the hiding, I was trained in the underground, and the other families didn’t know about my existence”, she says, and I can relate to that, so that’s where dad got the idea