The Dink Lie: I Raised His Secret Family の小説・ストーリー

His laughter rang through the hall, cruel and chilling. Vivian gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Tasha’s eyes widened in disbelief, and the brothers couldn't believe what they just heard. “No,” Julian whispered, shaking his head violently. “It’s a lie. It’s a lie! You said our mom died of cancer.” “Yes,” Davenport sneered. “That was the lie. And everyone who knew about it, including the doctor who forged the records,.I killed them all. With the help of my best friend here… Malcolm.”

A clean black SUV Derrick proudly drove to work whenever he was in town. Expensive dinners once or twice a month. Vacations carefully posted online like we had everything figured out. All of it existed because of me. Or more accurately— Because of the lie I created. I had convinced Derrick years ago that I came from money. I told him a wealthy uncle who helped raise me occasionally supported me financially and would send me large amounts whenever I needed it. Fifty thousand dollars sometimes. More if I asked carefully enough. Derrick never questioned it. Why would he? Every time our bank account started gasping for air, money somehow appeared.

he said teasingly with his hands rubbing my cheeks I tried to push him away but I was desperate, desperate for the answer to the questions that have caused a lot of commotion in my life But what if Micheal is telling lies? What if he’s just trying to make out with me and complicate the situation again? A wave of disgust washed over me but his words had struck a chord. “And how am I supposed to trust you that you actually know who the father is” I asked my voice laced with desperation “Well there’s a little secret I will tell you about our last encounter that you weren’t aware of” he replied, a wilder grin on his face His words hung in the air, tempting me with the promise of truth. He must h

I could tell he was uncomfortable, his voice strangely quiet as he began. “When I was young, I always believed I had the perfect family. My parents were deeply in love. Michael was a great brother. Everything was... perfect.” His expression tightened. “And then, when I was fifteen, my dad died.” My heart ached at his words, but I held back from speaking. He didn’t want my comfort right now, and I didn’t want to interrupt his story. He smiled sadly. “That’s when I found out the truth. Diana’s not my mom. She treats me the way she does because... I’m not hers. I think she’s always resented that, even though she does a pretty good job of hiding it.”

“That’s a huge problem. Heart will be devastated, bro. It would be better if I could say it’s mine, but it’s not.” “Damn, I will never cover up a lie with another lie. I don’t want to hurt my family, but what if I do have another child?” “DNA.” “She’s not pursuing it, bro. It seems she has no intention of making a claim. She just told me and left me thinking. I don’t want to dwell on it because she might have been lying, but I couldn't help it. Damn it. I firmly believed that only Heart knew me among those women.”

the butler kindly reminded him. "No, that's not what I have in mind. I've seen my grandmother's photos when she was younger. She resembles my mommy so much there's no need for a paternity test." "Then…" "It's my secret," Dicky said, and he refused to breathe a word afterwards.

As long as it’s discreet and doesn’t embarrass him publicly, you could take up pole dancing for all he’d notice. She blanched. We both knew it. My father kept his mistresses in apartments in other cities, other countries. An open secret. Tanya knew. Alaric knew she knew. And he had the serene, brutal confidence of a man who holds all the financial cards, knowing his wife would never dare make a scene. The dynamic was sick, and standing in the middle of it made my skin crawl. The thought curdled into something darker. Maybe the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe Hyacinth had seen the rot in the core of this family, in me, and had been absolutely right to run.

The frown remained on my face as I asked quizzically, "What is the truth from all those years ago? Are you acquainted with the Zermeno family too?" I had always known my dad had ties to the Zermeno family, but my mom had never mentioned anything about them. If it weren't for what she said just now, I would have thought they had nothing to do with each other at all. Was there some huge family secret I didn't know about? My mom's face turned serious as she sternly said, "It has nothing to do with you. Don't ask anymore." My heart sank upon hearing that. I was a lot like my mom—we both had a habit of saying the opposite of what we meant. When she said it had nothing to do with me, it meant that

He tilted his head, eyes glittering maliciously. "Then what—is she your illegitimate child?" He burst out laughing like a madman. Dennis's face went white with fury. "I don't know how your father ended up with such a brainless son," Dennis snapped coldly. "You will be the downfall of your own family." Clinton laughed louder. "And you," he shot back, pointing accusingly, "will be the reason the Thompsons lose face!" He spread his arms theatrically. "General Manager of Thompson Enterprise—secret illegitimate child!"

Just sipped his drink and watched her like a predator waiting to pounce. “I want the truth,” she said. “Who are you?” “I already told you,” he said. “I’m the man who was going to ruin you.” Her brows pulled together. “Why?” He set his drink down. “Because your father destroyed my family.” She froze. “What?” He stepped closer. “William Elridge lied, cheated, bribed his way through federal contracts. My father was a whistleblower. Your father buried him in court. My mother overdosed three months later. I was sixteen.”