Falsettos Andrew Rannells นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Do you recall that?" Vivian tensed up. "Or should I bring up that devil in a lab coat, Marcus?" Ronan moved forward, getting even nearer. "You pleaded with him to create those fake results for Cecilia's diagnosis test results." "Made him promise to claim you had a miscarriage merely to make Andrew feel remorse." Andrew's breathing became uneven. Agony surged through his hand. "You weren't pregnant at all," Ronan taunted. "Not ever." "It was merely a game for you."

By the time the photo shoot was done, Andrew and I were offering our own suggestions on poses and doing our best to make the client happy with his investment. Throughout the photo shoot, Andrew and I were teasing each other and making snide and crude jokes about each other. I had completely thrown off my shyness and was totally immersed in the scene. One position that I suggested was for me to be on my back and roll my legs back over my head. Andrew could then pretend to lick my asshole or fuck me. Everyone loved that I was flexible enough to do this and complimented us on the position.

“Then suddenly you disappear. Come back with twins. Your firm blows up. And you’re living in a house you didn’t pay for, with a man you didn’t earn.” I met her eyes. “You’re delusional.” “No,” she said, ice-cold now. “I’m not done.” And that’s when she dropped the real grenade. “Andrew’s talking,” she said. “And he’s not as loyal as you think.” I felt my pulse in my throat. She backed up a step, like a cat who had clawed something soft and tender. “He’s flipping,” Vanessa said sweetly. “On you. On James. On everything. All those doctored photos? The fake receipts? The life insurance plot you think you buried? Andrew’s about to un-bury it. In court. With subpoenas.”

Roxy was looking very scared but telling herself there was nothing to be scared about. 'You speak of hard evidence but what evidence can be harder and truer than the result of the paternity test that has just been read?' Adrian asked. 'That test is fake. It was swapped, falsified!' Andrew supplied. 'Will you start talking now doc?' The doctor looked at Roxy in fright. 'This is absurd ', Roxy said. 'Who in their right senses would want to do that?' 'You tell me', Andrew said smiling at Roxy. 'But wait. Let that be after you are through watching this video!' This saying, he brought out his tablet, tapped a few times on it and a scene started playing.

I turned to face him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean for the drink to spill. That was on me. But you didn’t have to be so close to Owen in the first place.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re my wife, Aurora. Or have you forgotten that?” That was it – the last straw. “Your wife?” I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the narrow hallway. “Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.”

My nose flared with rage. “I could just say I didn’t do it. Even though I did, but along the way something happened and the original result got to the judge’s hands. Anyway, Theodore will believe me. He trusts me. But do you think he would forgive you if he learned of what you tried to do?” I cleared my throat and straightened my shoulders. “Go on then and tell Theodore. He knows about it. It was both of our decisions.” Andrew’s eyes squinted, and he chuckled. “Oh, I see. That is why he was very clueless about how I knew you, and I easily lied to him that we had been discussing postpartum depression,” he nodded sarcastically. “I see. I see.”

These calm words were the last nail in Andrew’s coffin. Andrew’s face was ghostly pale. Authenticating art was his life’s work! How could it be handed over to Gerald? “Madam Bracken, how could you do this? How is Gerald qualified…” Giselle huffed. “How dare you provide an authentication service when you can call such a roughshod fake a genuine item?! And you have the nerve to question how Gerald is qualified. What makes you think you have the right to do so?” Andrew nearly collapsed to the floor. He knew that he was done for now. Terror and regret overtook him like a wave.

The office reeked of expensive perfume, Morgan's signature scent. "Mr. Taylor," Dr. Russo said, rising hastily. "I wasn't expecting—" "Save it," Grayson cut him off, anger barely contained. "I know what you did." The doctor's face paled. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Morgan Fairchild," Nate said, closing the door behind them. "Fifty thousand dollars. A fake pregnancy test. Starting to sound familiar?" Dr. Russo sank back into his chair. "Look, there's been a misunderstanding—"

"Fifty million dollars so far. I've been covering it up by falsifying financial reports and paying off auditors." No. No no no no. "I've also been having an affair with Dave Harrison," the fake me continued. "We've been together for over a year. My marriage to Ethan Ashford is a sham. I married him for his money and his connections. I never loved him." The video ended. The screens went black. The ballroom erupted into complete chaos. People shouting. Cameras flashing. Reporters yelling questions. I stood at the podium, completely frozen. My mind couldn't process what was happening.

It was such a dream come true to see their children getting so fond of each other. Just when he was done putting Marcus to his 2-hour nap, he received a call from Andrew regarding the company they were trying to re-open. It was his own company. Andrew didn’t stop investigating until they found out that it didn’t really go bankrupt and the funds were transferred to multiple slash accounts. His older brother apparently faked all the numbers and made it look like he had mountainous debt, which led the situation to get worse.