Falsettos Andrew Rannells Novels & Stories

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.

He’s already lying to our parents about being in a serious relationship when the only serious thing in his life is his job. I even tried working for him once, but he fired me within a week and called me dumb. Can you imagine? And now, the real idiot is him—struggling to get rid of yet another woman by using my friend, whom I’ve introduced to him countless times, yet he still can’t remember her name. “…Felicia,” he finally said, making it up on the spot. Cassie’s jaw dropped. “You lied to me, Andrew. You told me you were single.”

“What did you do? You also put Andrew’s life in…” “I didn’t because I’m smart,” she cut in, with a scoff. “The first layer was real money, with exactly one million dollars. The other layers were hyperrealistic fake paper money that can only be spotted if you look close enough. Those fools didn’t, obviously and I saved myself from having to spend pointless amounts of cash.” “But you acted like you didn’t give a damn about Andrew!” Tabitha snapped back. “I called the cops because I thought that you weren’t going to do anything about it.”

"Thanks, Aspen! Finally, someone's helping me level up in this game!" Irene said hopefully, "At last, my retirement is secured! The last time I trusted that bastard Harvey, he nearly cost me my life savings." Aspen replied contemptuously, "Christie told me all about Harvey's scheme. That manipulative fraud only gained your trust to scam you. Rest assured, the Weller family will pay for every penny they took!" Andrew couldn't stand it anymore and stood up. "Fran, let's go." Before Francesca could respond, Christina spotted him and mocked, "Andrew, you're quite the player, aren't you? One minute it's Ms. Rhodes, the next it's Ms. Aicker. As a man, don't you think this behavior is trashy and ir

As Andrew was led past me, he stopped. With hollow eyes, he looked at me and said, "Tessa, I'm sorry." There was no way I could forgive him. A simple apology was too little, too late. What stood between us now was a decade of lies, and there was no going back anymore. Helen was arrested on charges of aggravated assault and falsifying academic credentials. As for Andrew, he was fired for embezzlement and complicity. He was also subject to further investigation by the police.

“Enjoy your little victory while it lasts. It won’t be long before everything you love is gone.” Isabelle watched as Karen walked away, her heart pounding. She knew Karen’s threats weren’t empty. The following day, Andrew stood before a crowd of reporters, his demeanor calm but resolute. Cameras flashed, and the room buzzed with anticipation. “Good afternoon,” Andrew began, his voice steady. “I stand here today to address recent allegations against me and to shed light on the truth.” He went on to debunk Karen’s fabricated claims, presenting the evidence Rachel and Michael had uncovered. The recordings played over the speakers, revealing Karen’s plans to manipulate and sabotage.