Faith Lehane Novels & Stories

I barely noticed when the officer walked in, dropping a file onto the table before taking a seat across from me. “Hello, Ryan.” I didn’t answer. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be keeping silent,” he continued, leaning forward. “Silence means you’ve already accepted the blame.” I let out a slow breath. “Does it even matter?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, it does, honey. Let’s start over. I’m Officer Clark, chief interrogating officer of the state, and you? You’re in a whole lot of trouble.” He flipped open the file, clicking his tongue. “See, men like you disgust me. You beat your fiancée just because you can. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, you go ahead and kill your own brother. That’s so

He says, holding his hand out for Kieran to take, which he does with a grin. “Thank you, Baranov. Collect at any time.” He says and the latter nods before Kieran leaves the mansion for Brooklyn. Fuelled by anger, he knew exactly where Conor was and his fingers were itching to beat the shit out of the man who he had trusted above all others, the man who let greed consume him and broke his trust. Conor Teague.

I reorganized every branch of the Corleone famiglia's operations, replaced several of Vincenzo's loyalists, and moved people I trusted in. I needed to make sure that the famiglia would keep running smoothly after the divorce. The busyness left me no time to think about Vincenzo and kept the pain at bay. It remained that way until Lina called. "Who are you? Why did you freeze my account?" Her voice was filled with anger and panic. "I'm Freya," I replied evenly. "The Donna of the Corleone famiglia. The money in your account belongs to the famiglia. I'm taking it back."

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“And if that's where the second cycle begins, that's where I'm going to end it. I’m going back to school, Leo. As a student.” “But you're a billionaire, well, you were,” Leo said. “Now I'm just a girl with a secret in her blood,” Faith said. “And I'm going to find out who really owns the Crescent Trust.” As the lawyer drove away, a single black crow landed on the gate. It watched them for a moment before flying toward the school. The war for the keys was over. The war for the truth had just begun.

“I’m scared for you. I’m terrified, Ley. You’re walking into his house, and you’re doing it blindfolded.” “I can handle him, Grace.” “No, you can’t!” She grabbed my shoulders, fingers digging in. “You couldn't even handle Finnian, who was a bully. But Hayes Doyle? He’s a different breed. He values loyalty above everything. To him, a lie is a personal insult, and he doesn’t just fire people who insult him. He destroys them.”

myth. Over off-the-record, confidential coffees, Davidson had, perhaps naively, begun to trust him. Liam was a good listener. He didn't just ask about stock prices; he asked about the weight of legacy, the loneliness of power, the vertiginous journey from a Texan prayer group to a Manhattan penthouse. He'd seemed to understand. He'd become, Davidson had dared to hope, the one journalist who saw the man behind the label.

she refrained her own tongue from continuing those words when I stopped from walking and faced her behind me. “We're divorced, that's it.” I warned her with my sharp eyes before I headed inside my office. The only place where I can find serene amidst this issue. I sat on my swivel chair and finally opened my social media accounts. “Elijah Luciero is a cheater!” “Can you imagine how much pain Faith had? She doesn't deserve a man like him!” “That's why Faith Flamera vanished. She was so torn because of Elijah!” “How can you bring women in your house with your wife there? You're terrible, Elijah! Disgusting!”

He said as his head fell back on the car seat then he continued… “But she always did guard her phone like her life depended on it, like she was hiding something from me…” “And?” “Then one day she vanished” “Vanished? What do you mean by vanished?” “I woke up one morning calling out to her, I was 15 then, I couldn’t find her, she never told me anything about her relatives so I had no one to ask… it drove me crazy, every day I prayed and hoped she’d be back but she never did, people said I was crazy and needed therapy… then I was forced to go to a rehab center with some people… that place became my home for weeks, weeks turned into months then one day…he” Lucien paused…

This was Liam. And somehow... Somehow a dead man had written her a letter. Emma turned toward the storm-dark window. Fear. Hope. Confusion. All collided inside her chest. Then she looked back down at the letter. The next sentence waited patiently. A sentence that would change everything she thought she knew. Everything about Liam. Everything about Noah. And everything about herself. With trembling hands, Emma began to read….