Miss Truth Cast Novels & Stories

… 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.”

“What is it?” “I believe it may be time to tell Kira and Ethan the truth.” For a moment, Mistra didn’t move. The only indication she had heard me was the slight widening of her eyes as she took in what I had said. And then, like a bomb, Mistra exploded. A black vision of wild hair and screaming pouring forth from the chair in front of me.“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” She roared, slamming her hands on the desk. “OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

I kept my eyes on the road. “Troy Peterson, the long-absent celebrity, was caught on camera holding hands with a beautiful CEO.” I burst out laughing as Sarah read it out loud in an angry tone. “They said we were holding hands? We weren’t even touching,” she grumbled. I glanced at Sarah. She looked very panicked and angry. “Don’t worry about it. It’s normal. The news will be forgotten in a week.” Sarah sighed deeply. “I hope so, Troy. I feel bad for your fiancee. What if she sees this news?”

He messed up my hair. "Just an advance wife, I'm going to leave now."

she said, and I could hear the joy in her voice, which was far from what I was feeling. "I thought your boyfriend's name was Jayden?" I asked. "Jayden? Of course not! My boyfriend's name is Aida, Aidan Andrada, but it sounded like Jayden, so you mistook his name," she said, laughing. I felt like the world was crumbling on me when I heard her words, and I would rather dig a hole and bury myself in it than face the truth. I made a very stupid mistake of kidnapping the wrong person, and the worst part of it all, it had to be Jayden Andrada!

This was the life I used to dream about. Years later, a news clip flashed on TV. A woman—messy, unhinged—was hacking at a man on the ground. My chest tightened when I saw her. Loree. The light in her eyes was gone. So was the pride. Just madness. Just despair. The man on the ground was Harvey—the one who took everything from her.

My mind conjured various interpretations of that moment, none flattering, none true. “Lady, step aside,” the photographer sneered. “This is news.” Suddenly, my phone began buzzing in my pocket like an angry wasp. Notifications flooded in. I glanced at the glowing screen in my palm, and it conveyed a truth that the camera never needed to capture: the world had already spun its narrative. “Billionaire Caught with Secret Mistress Greenspring Hotel!” “Who is Jane Mark? Exclusive Photos!” “BREAKING: William Martins’ Secret Scandal!” It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My knees wobbled. I clutched the envelope, feeling its emptiness seep into me. I tried to explain myself, stumbling over my

I tugged her softly toward the couch. They were laughing and talking about us and the baby. They looked up between us, confused as I stood one step away from the couch. "Is there any trouble in business?" Harrison asked. "Dad?" I took a deep breath, "I'm not pregnant." I said. They shot to their feet and glanced at us with shock. The bubble of delusion broke, taking their happiness from their faces "What do you mean?" Scarlett asked. Her smile was long gone, eyes moving between Jasper and me.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju