Miss Truth Cast Novels & Stories

I never wanted to be anybody’s fool, so I broke up with Julian but the real reason I had broken up with him was that Ryan started visiting our house again. Maya was a good actor making everyone believe she was a saint in school and pretending to be a virgin, but she was just like her sister Macy. They were pretenders all perfect, but fake. Macy was miss perfect and she was gorgeous, I can admit that, but she had no right to go after Ryan. Before Julian, I always had a crush on Ryan ever since we were young, and since he was a family friend it was obvious that our family always wanted us to marry.

He should have had one disciple inherit the clan head position. Regret always comes at the end. “He is my favorite,” said Almeera pulling the black rope tied around Damian's neck. “Come on… we have to beautify ourselves because soon there will be an important event.” After the two of them entered the room, the three women there gave a muffled scream. Guessing who was behind the big blanket, maybe an actor, they thought. On the reddish-brown sofa, Damian sat quietly. Sometimes his eyes accidentally stare at Almeera who is consulting a beauty specialist. Her slender fingers touched her cheek as she chatted lightly.

“But Miss Stone told me Miss Richards would present. She said Elodie would be the face for the project today.” Tristan didn’t respond. His lips pressed into a hard line. He looked away for a second, his jaw clenching. He had trusted Mandy, especially since she came highly recommended. And now she had lied. Manipulated the truth. And tried to ruin someone who clearly had talent. Without another word, Tristan turned around and headed back into the hall. Victor followed him silently. Tristan didn’t walk forward. He sat down beside Victor and folded his arms, eyes locked on the woman at the podium.

Amazing, right? Ann: Ask Nicole to teach you how to seduce a rich guy. Dana: Yes, that's great! haha Erica: Excuse me, I don't want to be flirty like her eww! Jak: Hey, you crazy people, Nicole is reading our convo, maybe you forgot Dana: So what? Do we have to care? Jaika: You don't change gosh, we have husbands already, and yet you still gossips Ann: Oh, there she is. You see, you just saw it. Nicole, tell us how your handsome husband is doing

She grabbed her sunglasses and while smoking her last cigar, she walked away from her favorite casino. "Good evening, Miss Anna." Someone greeted Anna again. He's one of the casino staff and he willingly opened the car door for Anna. "Anna Smith, 28-years-old president of The Ace Company, what do you think about that, Josh?" Anna asks Josh after Josh comes in and starts the Smith family's black limousine engine. Josh was silent, the man was too unwilling to answer his employer.

Henry mumbled as he put his palms together and kissed them a few times. “But…” A second later, one of the other doctors started to speak. Making Henry look directly at them for the umpteenth time. “We are really sorry to say this. However, the fetus that Miss Louisa was carrying could not be saved. She had a miscarriage as a result of this accident. We are truly sorry, and saddened by the loss to Miss Louisa and to you, sir.”

She said as she looked at the camera with tears in her eyes. "I am merely an orphan who they want to blame everything so they could protect their family's name, legacy, and reputation. They are using my previous relationship with Gavin Mitchels, who is currently dating the eldest of the Aragon sisters, Catherine Zoe Aragon, to cover up that Cassandra Zabrina Aragon was driving under the influence of alcohol." She said, making my jaw drop as she finished her unsolicited opinion. "What the heck is she talking about?" I blurt out loud as I finally had enough of hearing all her scripted, manipulating statements for the press, pressing pause on the remote.

I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so. He smiled at me almost apologetically, "I would be lost without you Callie! Really, you're a life saver. Please see that they go directly to Mr. Monroe himself, nobody else. Not a receptionist, nobody else." Mitchell repeated his instructions every time he caught my attention up until my lunch hour, which would now consist of a bagel and coffee from the local coffee shop.

My make-up, which I'd spent two hours on, was ruined, and my wet hair stuck to my face as water dripped off them. Who would have thought that Brianna, who looked innocent and harmless in the live-stream, would have no qualms doing such a heinous thing? Even if this was a mess up, they were too much! I shouted, "Are you crazy? I told you that you got the wrong person! Can't you hear me?" I banged on the door with all my might, trying to push the door open. All of a sudden, the door swung open from the outside. I lost my balance and fell face-first on the floor. It hurt so much that I blacked out for a moment.

… After breakfast, Riven sent Aimee to the living room to play while he cleared the table. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Julien. Riven answered. “What is it?” “I owe your intuition an apology,” Julien chuckled thr moment the call connected. “We started digging through the cast members’ online presence like you said— and guess what?” Riven paused mid-motion, a plate still in hand. Julien didn’t wait. “One of the makeup artists accidentally filmed everything that day while recording for her social media accounts. She had posted the video, likely not noticing what was happening in the background. We got the full video, and it proves Miss Monroe’s innocence completely.”