Inside Edition Video Novels & Stories

Minutes later, Hayes returned to the interrogation room. Edward looked up as he entered. “You took time, you should have at least brought my water with you.” “I don’t know why you insist on keeping me here, you don’t have any proof. Those videos that were played are all fake. You should be looking for those who pulled that expensive prank at my press conference.” Without saying a word, Hayes connected the USB drive to the room’s laptop. He rotated the screen so it faced Edward. Then pressed play, the first video began.

Relief and disappointment flooded through me, when he didn't talk about the kiss. I took the phone and stared into it. It took me a moment to realize that, it was the video of the incident that occurred in the morning. I hurriedly held the phone up to my face. I saw Greta heading into the house in the morning, to carry out her daily tasks at Alex's house.

I smile and say, "That's all he asked me." He raises his eyebrow trying to see through me but I control my expressions and say, "It's true. So, stop looking at me like that; as if I am a possession that you want." Luckily, Ava came over and says, "Tay! Where have you been? You just missed out on the speech that the Principal gave. Can you believe it; he just crowned me as the party queen of our school!" I look at her with shock. "Did anyone videotape it? Because I definitely want to see how it happened."

“This is my last evening in Dublin. I thought it would be nice to see the city. I’d like your company, Cassandra, but if you insist on saying no, then, of course, I will understand.” He stood up and looked down at James, straightening his cuffs. “Can you have the tape of the interview sent over to my hotel? I’m sure it’s fine, but I might take the opportunity to approve it fully if I’ve got some time on my hands.” In other words, surmised Cassandra from the tortured look on James’s pale face at the possibility of losing their biggest scoop to date, Sébastien could turn right around and deny them the right to broadcast it.

Then I wrote back: "He was my father. I'm beginning to understand what that means." The last section of the drive was the one I had not expected. Not evidence. Not correspondence. Not the careful documentation of a man building a legal case. Personal files. Photographs. A video, dated six months before the fire. I opened the video. Edmund, sitting at a desk I recognized from the photographs — the desk in his home office, the one I had seen burning in the study photographs. He was speaking to the camera with the specific, direct quality of someone who has decided to say something and wants it said clearly.

“Maybe we should all take a breath —” Mrs. Harding reached into her folder. “There’s something else we need to address,” she said. My stomach dropped. She slid a tablet across the desk and tapped the screen. The video starts playing. It was dark. Grainy. Shaky. A club with low lights, bodies moving in the background. And then I saw myself. My breath left my body in one sharp exhale. The footage glitched, stuttered, jumped but it was unmistakable. Me, lunging forward. Me, throwing a punch. Me, forcing someone back.

When he reached my proximity, I flagged him down with my bat. "F-Felix…" "Leave Gwen's stuff behind." Edward stuffed all of Gwen's bags into the display cabinet hurriedly. Then, he dragged his parents out of the apartment in a fit of anxiety. The next day, I was awakened by my business partner, Dylan Camford's text messages. Apparently, he had sent me a video clip. In the video, Paul and Judith led the crowd from yesterday all the way to my company. Edward was in the midst of lecturing the receptionists at the front desk.

Edith also stepped forward with an angry face. "Bianca, I never expected you to be so reckless! You just hate Adam, but even though you two have broken up, this time you have affected our business and caused so much damage to our reputation! You've ruined our image!" Bianca's face remained calm, without any hint of fear. "Edith, I'm not embarrassed even if the video isn't mine. Why should I be? Is it shameful for your son? "

I was having trouble figuring out just why Paige had found it so important for me to listen to it right then and there. …On the public domain. I searched…Ed Shu…Came after me…Found his closest contact…Lover and… I was beginning to get annoyed with the lack luster video. I had an armed mob outside that would have loved to blow my head off as soon as look at it, and Paige had decided that it was a good time to hear a whole lot of nothing. …She's Ed's connection…And I'm going…See…Now…A place called Hacien…

Disbelief. Draven stepped slightly forward, his expression hard but not at me — at anyone else but me. Then he shook his head, “This can’t be true.” “This is ridiculous.” I said firmly, my heart pounding hard. “I’ve been in this pack all the while, how the fuck is it that I’m with Leonard?” “It’s… edited.” I managed to add, my voice still shaking in disbelief. Before I could process what was happening again, another video came in. My breath caught in my throat.