The Accident A Moment Of Truth Novels & Stories

“This is surveillance footage from the winding mountain road. It shows clearly that Delila deliberately grabbed the steering wheel while driving. Carol’s brakes failed, causing the accident! “She caused this tragedy, then twisted the truth afterward, shifting all blame onto Carol and robbing her of her last chance at survival!” When Kelvin finished speaking, the church fell into a deathly silence.

This is it. He’s going to expose me, call security, have me arrested for corporate espionage or fraud or whatever crime Austin’s plan qualifies as. Instead, Angelo stands and walks to the window. His back is to me, silhouette dark against the city lights. “Seven years ago,” he says quietly, “I was in a car accident. Terrible night. Rain, thunder, roads slick as ice. The car flipped, caught fire. I was trapped inside, bleeding, certain I was going to die.”

I say with a gasp. "Okay, baby, just stay with me," Mom says. I nod my head and gather my strength. "I know who it was, Mom." "Who, baby?" "It was Professor David Hamilton. The high school professor." "Are you sure?" The nurse asks cautiously. “That's a serious accusation." "Yes, I understand the gravity of the accusation, and I am certain that the man who raped me and threw me out of the window that night was Professor Hamilton. He was heavily intoxicated, barely able to stand, and he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes."

Contented and smiling, I moved out to see a big, burly, black guy standing in front the garage door. I remembered him from the last time. The bald guy that dragged in Eddy to be murdered by Jake. He gave me a skeptical stare. “Miss Rachel?” “Yes?” I saw the way his eyes traveled down and then rested on my boobs. I wasn’t wearing any bra,though I am D-cup sized, my boobs were robust, firm and full. He moved his eyes back up to my face. “Come in please. We are all waiting for you. I am Black Ace.”He brought out his hand, offering it to me for a handshake.

And by then, it wouldn't just be hard to gather evidence—it would be impossible to undo the damage done to the innocent victims, even if the Diller family was brought to ruin. I thought back to everything that had happened earlier. Being reborn didn't guarantee me a safety net. There were too many variables in this world, and I couldn't rely on everything playing out exactly as it had before. What if something went wrong? I didn't have the margin for error. I didn't want to let Kate off the hook, but I also didn't want to risk my safety. Forget it. I would leave now. I found some warm clothes and planned to change out of the hospital gown. I made sure to book a car so I could leave as soon a

“He watched carefully. The footage showed a man, who is one of the drivers from the supposed hit car, stepped out from his car and walked straight into the James family’s car. Few minutes later he stepped out from the car and entered his own car, then the James family car drove off. As soon as they left the accident took place. She leaned forward slightly, as if savoring the moment. “He saw you, Olive. Saw your small body fly through the air. Saw the blood. But the footage ended just there—right at the part that mattered most. The burial. He never saw the body. He never confirmed who they buried.” She scoffed. “That’s where he failed. That’s where we won.” Mary chuckled, her tone laced with

Adrian stands, his jaw set, eyes locked on Eliora with a fury that could melt iron. And me? I stand here, seventy-three years old, hands trembling on the stand, knowing I’ve finally done what I should have done all those years ago when they were just two little girls fighting over a broken doll. I say one last thing before they lead me out: “Your Honor, the truth is a terrible thing when you keep it buried. But when you let it breathe — it frees everyone.” I see Eliora look away. For the first time, I think she realizes she can’t twist this truth anymore.

I couldn't let myself accept it. Curtin turned around, his grey eyes staring into mine. "It's true. It happened the night you guys were coming to the White Moon Pack. There was an accident. The car was found at the bottom of a hill. Don't you remember?" My eyes widened in shock. So it wasn't just a dream I was having earlier. It was real. Those were my memories. That was when I recalled the bright light that was approaching us. I held Curtin's shirt. " It wasn't an accident, Curtin. Someone was coming towards us—a truck." My grip tightened. "We had to find the person, Curtin. They killed Mom and Dad."

"Son, what's the matter?!" James's voice, thick with panic, cut through the door and into the room. I opened the door with a steady hand. The clock struck six o'clock on the dot—the same moment my son's tragedy unfolded in my previous life. There he was, sprawled on the living room floor. The cake I had bought was missing a piece. His complexion was ghostly, his hands clawing at his throat in a silent struggle for air. An allergic reaction, no doubt about it.

“Who did she see?” “She’s a child,” I tried to reassure him. “Could be a trauma response. Kids sometimes mix things up when they’re scared.” Ace shook his head. “Maybe… but how many coincidences are we going to chalk up to trauma?” He paused, then added, “The crash happened at a blind curve. No CCTV, no shops, no foot traffic. The Ferrari that hit them disappeared like a ghost. It was clean. Too clean.” My blood ran cold. “It was a planned accident,” Ace said, jaw clenched. “The question is who was it meant for? Scarlet and Amy? Or was it you, and they were just the collateral damage?”