Novel & Cerita The Trouble With The Truth

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

“For the silence. For letting you believe the marriage was anything more than paper. For not telling you the truth before you ran.” Marc’s throat worked. Voice came out hoarse—raw from disuse and the tube they’d pulled two days ago. “I’m sorry for running. For thinking the worst. For… everything.” Elena stepped closer. Touched his foot through the thin hospital blanket—light, careful, the first physical contact in months. “Rest. Heal. The club statements are ready—both clubs. Contract dissolution goes public tomorrow. We protect you both. No scandal. Just… truth, framed carefully.”

My voice shook as I stared at Alex. Alex let out a cold laugh, pulling Brooke closer to him. "We're getting divorced anyway. Why do you care about this stuff?" Brooke walked over with false concern, trying to take my hand. "Ms. Shaw, please don't blame Mr. Carter. It's because I was weak during my pregnancy and was afraid of damaging those precious things..." "Don't touch me!" I jerked my hand away like I'd been burned. She cried out in surprise, swooning backward with delicate fragility. Alex caught her swiftly, checking her anxiously from head to toe.

Broken. Some truths are better left hidden. Some truths destroy you the moment they surface. And this truth? I didn’t think I would ever recover.

How was I supposed to find proof of something that happened years ago, proof buried under my mother’s grave? “Evil deeds are easy to cover up with money but the truth can't be easily obtained, why? Why can't it be easier for the truth? Why must lies prevail? “No matter the circumstances, the truth will always find its way out. It can't be hidden forever,” Andy said. “Where do we even start?” I asked bitterly.

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

"I'm too tired to look into whether any of you knew, but I want to remind you that if he could do something this disgusting to his childhood friend, he can do it to you, too. Think carefully about whether your brotherhood can really stand up to scrutiny." As soon as I said that, everyone's faces turned pale. The man who had just spoken for Randy suddenly grabbed him by the neck in a fury. "You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?"

He does not. Instead, he reads it again, and the words open in his chest with a pain that feels too private for publication. The line is good. Worse, it is true. That has always been Julian’s defense. Truth belongs on the page. Truth earns its place. Truth does not apologize for making powerful men uncomfortable. But this truth has Adrian’s breath on it. Julian leans back in his chair and rubs one hand over his face.

Through the security camera, I heard Estelle muttering under her breath, "What's wrong with the lock? I need to get inside and change. Vincent's getting out today. If he sees this, I'll be in trouble." Hank looked like he still hadn't had enough. He leaned in close, pressing himself against Estelle. "What are you scared of? If he questions how you're dressed, just use it to start a fight and bring up divorce. That works perfectly."

“I was wrong, Lorien! Please, please come back to me. I just wanted seven days! Seven days to dream, to make up for past regrets. But I never thought I’d lose you in the process. “You told me you had cancer, and I had the chance to stay by your side, to walk with you through your final days. “Why did I have to lie to you? Why did I let you leave, so full of grievance and sorrow? “I deserve to die! Jessica deserves to die! If not for her, I wouldn’t have lied to you, I wouldn’t have cheated, I wouldn’t have hurt you so many times. “Let me make it up to you, Lorien.”