Novel & Cerita The Honest Truth Dan Gemeinhart

One time I saw him with his friends in a bar for a party then I saw him with the two agents I know, the Carters but they don't know me. "Don't forget the real reason why you're here. But I'll support you in anything."- He is really the best dad. I have two identity, one in a normal life and one for my secret. I'm Charlie when I'm with Drake and I'm Hell when I'm with my men. I'm a loan shark not a gangster but I do lend a money to them 'cause why not? It's fun.

"All I did was speak the truth. Am I not allowed to do even that? Did she really lose this job just because I said things as they are?" Dad fired back mercilessly. "Speak the truth? Those weren't matters of principle—you just deliberately blew them up into character flaws! All you wanted was to parade your so-called honesty. But are you really an honest person? "What about all your own shady shit? Why don't you ever tell anyone about that? Yet, when it comes to your own daughter's private matters, you can't wait to broadcast them to the world under the banner of 'honesty'. At the end of the day, you're just mean-spirited."

It did not take a genius to figure out who had pulled the strings. I was blindsided. I had put Rebecca on a pedestal, secretly funneled investments from my family and my dad into the Harris Group, and busted my hump overseas for their deals. For what? Rebecca cheated on me and handed everything I had worked for to Marvin. Marvin's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. "Daniel, you... What are you doing back? Aren't you locked in some deal abroad for another year?"

He used Daniel's death, the police force's hatred for defectors, and the disappointment I caused Gabriella to brand me a traitor. And there was that warehouse explosion too. The special task force managed to recover the communication records from five years ago. The anonymous call that gave Gabriella the fake tip-off, claiming I was inside the warehouse, was traced to the police department's administrative office. On that fateful day, the only person on duty in the office was Christopher. It was Christopher who lured Gabriella into a warehouse full of bombs. He wanted to blow her up and pin all the blame on me. However, Gabriella survived the explosion, so he pretended he had done everything

"I came because I heard you were here. Working alone, in a wolf pack, on cases that were apparently serious enough that the pack reached out through back channels to find external help." "I didn't reach out to you." "Someone else did. I don't know who." He met my eyes. "I know you don't believe me. But that's the truth, Irene." I studied him. The thing about Daniel Reid was that he was good at the truth. He was better at it than most of the people I had worked with, he did not lie reflexively, the way some people did, to smooth things over or avoid discomfort. When he chose to tell the truth, it landed cleanly, with a particular quality of directness that made you want to trust it.

But I had already let go. I gathered the letters into a package, wrote a few lines on it, and mailed it back to the prison: [I received your letters. I believe what you said is true, and I forgive your past mistakes.] [Regardless, we are over. Do not write to me again.] [I wish you well.] Sure enough, I never received another letter from Maya after that. One year later, I met a woman through an introduction from a superior in the military. I told her my entire past without hiding a single detail.

As I looked at them, we stood in silence for a long time. At last, Damian stuttered, "All these years… How have you been?" "I'm doing very well," I answered gently. Ethan struggled to keep his composure, but I saw pain and regret flash in his eyes. "We know the entire truth about Vivian. Seraphina, I'm sorry…" That could no longer cause any ripple of emotion in me at all. I said calmly, "It's alright. It's in the past now." There was hesitation on Damian's expression. After a while, he cautiously asked, "Can we…have a meal together?"

In my nervousness, I exposed my true colors and dropped the act of a demure young lady. Fortunately, Craig was hostile to Cindy as well. I had nothing to worry about at all. … I hadn't expected Craig to slap me at the café. He hissed at me, "Eden, you evil and wretched woman! How could you hire someone to stage an abduction and sully Amy? You don't deserve to call yourself our family. Get lost, now!" I had no idea how Craig found out about the truth. He lambasted me right there. "Craig, I was wrong. I did everything because of you!" I fell onto my knees and begged for mercy, but he left me behind.

I asked "Work's fine, everyone's fine, the store's fine but put me through on how the trip went" She asked again, pulling me to sit on the couch "Fine, good, everything's great" I lied tryna force a smile "But you don't seem any of those words you voiced out right now, what's really going on?" She asked calmly this time, more concerned If i should say that's one thing about Emily, she could easily see through someone lies and know whenever i try lie my way out of any situation

It felt like truth finally spoken aloud. Damien stood in the technical area — tracksuit crisp, sleeves rolled up, the matching silver band on his finger catching the light when he gestured. No hiding. No shadows. His eyes found Martin across the grass during warm-up — brief, burning, a single second that carried months of separation, leaked letters, whispered promises in hotel rooms, and the long road back from the alley. Damien’s lips curved in the smallest, most private smile — pride raw and unguarded for that split second before the professional mask slipped back into place. Martin looked away fast, heart slamming against ribs, but the nod from Damien felt like permission. Like home.