False Hero Novels & Stories

Nox "It's been over two weeks," I said, my arms crossed over my chest as I leaned against my desk and stared. "We need to tell Alex. She's going to find out sooner or later." I took a deep breath and stared down at Deloris Witt. Perhaps over the years I'd overestimated her abilities. In most things, most instances, she was unstoppable—Superwoman. If that were true, then this assignment, Chelsea Moore and Infidelity, had become her kryptonite.

If I could tell her the truth — that her cousin wasn’t dead, that she was hiding, that so much of this wasn’t what it looked like — maybe this wouldn’t feel like betrayal to our friendship. But I couldn’t. So I forced myself to meet her gaze. “Hector isn’t who you think he is.” Elara let out a short, humorless laugh. “That’s what everyone thought right before she got burned.” “He’s saved my life,” I said, firmer now. “Multiple times. He defended my honor when others tried to tear me apart.” “And that makes him a hero?” she snapped. “Ivonne, you’re being naive. I can't believe you let him brainwash you like this.”

It was high school all over again. Surreptitiously, she nudged Rosa’s side to get her attention, effectively stopping the long speech of instructions nobody was listening to. “Is that not Facundo? High school football captain? Wow. You didn’t mention that he worked here. How could you ever miss that?” “Because he doesn’t,” Rosa had said when she whirled in the direction of Lara’s gaze. “That, there is the boss. That boss. And nobody calls him Facundo anymore. It’s Tristan Aguilar now.”

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

he said. "Ow, shit! Luckily I didn't have a heart attack!" said Ilona, ​​who could sum up all the questions that were ringing in her head that day. "I am sorry, but Hi! My name is Eldrian, and that's what I want to tell you about my explanation!" "Heem?" "There's nothing else, you already know everything, we've known each other for a long time! Ziyan and I are the same!” he explained without further ado. "You're crazy! You're so annoying, even though you're my CEO, I'm seriously mad at you now! Are you happy to be a liar, huh!" said Ilona, ​​who couldn't stop thinking that her friend was doing a perfect disguise.

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

“Well, how can you determine if someone is truly good detective, people are always putting up a mask. On the outside, they can be kind, but on the inside, they can be evil and cruel.” “But in your opinion. . . was she a good person?” “ . . . No. . . no she wasn’t.” “Did Hailee have enemies? Did anyone hate her?” “Uhm, yeah she maybe had one or two.” “Could you give me a name?” “. . . Me.” “You? Now why would you have a problem with Hailee,” Hayes sunk back into his chair, his face intrigued. “We had a. . . disagreement.” “Disagreement? About what?”

It felt like I had found someone I could trust, someone who would stand by me no matter what. Then I found out his secret. Not from him, of course. Liam was too good at his job for that. I learned it from his colleague, Agent Hunter. The same Agent Hunter who’s been a thorn in my side for years. That’s when I realized everything was a lie. Liam was just a mask. His real name was Daniel, and his real mission was to bring me down. He played his role perfectly—laughing at my jokes, taking bullets for me, winning my trust. But it was all an act. An act that almost destroyed me.

My hands dropped slowly as I looked at him, feeling as if something in me broke at his answer. “My mistake, Vivian, was not showing you who I’m known to be. My mistake was trying to be someone who you’d be happy to spend the rest of your life with. I’ve been playing in pretense while dealing with danger on the sidelines. I’ve let you walk on the blind side, showing you the kind and caring Zaliver. But the truth is, once a monster, always a monster. I’m like a loaded gun made for destruction and pain. I am nobody’s hero,” he spoke frankly.

“Adrian can get ahead of it. Statements confirming the divorce predates any public appearance, timestamps on the filing, if it comes to that. The truth actually works in our favor here, the papers being filed before any of this happened is the entire point.” I paused for a second “who’s Adrian?” “My personal assistant” I nodded, taking notes,“The truth doesn’t matter once people decide on a story they like better,” I said. “I’ve watched people build entire cases on inference instead of fact. It doesn’t matter what’s true. It matters what’s convenient to believe.” He was quiet for a moment, studying me like he was recalibrating something.