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Let him jerk off in bathrooms and tell himself he was a good man. I knew the truth. I’d felt the truth pressed against my foot under that breakfast table. Elias Thorne was mine. He just didn’t know it yet. But he would.

He'd known the moment she'd said I think you know it isn't true. He'd known and he'd shown her the locked-door face anyway because knowing and being certain were different things and he didn't act on knowing, he acted on certain, that was how he was built, that was how he'd survived only certainty, never assumption, never the dangerous territory of believing something because you wanted to believe it. He closed the report.

He's known this detail the entire time, has carried it silently through every conversation we've had about that night, waiting, I understand now, for the memory to be mine before he ever confirmed it as fact. "I need to know if that's true," I say. "Not the version that makes either of us look better. The actual truth." He's quiet for a long moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice carries none of the careful management I've heard from him in every other difficult conversation we've had. "Yes," he says simply. "You did."

“I need the truth. If you do not tell me, they will remain here. One day for each day of silence. One month for each month.” The warriors lined up along the wall, backs to me. I shivered, not just from cold, but from the weight of their silent judgment and the looming presence of the Alpha. The iron chains bit into my skin with every tiny tremor, each shiver sending a jolt of pain up my arms. “Darian,” I whispered, voice cracking, “I kept the truth for you. You must believe me.” “For me?” His laugh was bitter, cold, almost hollow. “Even now, you refuse to speak.”

"So, be honest with me." I saw him hesitate, running his hand over his face. "I want to be, but I don't want to lose you." I didn't know what to say; somehow I knew things would change forever when he spoke. I wasn't ready, but I needed to know the truth. Just imagining the possibility that Logan had murdered my family made me want to vomit. "I promise I'll be honest with you; just give me time." I opened my mouth to protest, but he left the room before I could.

he said quietly, his voice rough. “Don’t I?” I pressed, my frustration bubbling over. “I need to know, Ronan. I can’t keep fighting this battle with half the truth.” His eyes flashed with something—anger, regret, or maybe fear. I wasn’t sure. “Sometimes, knowing the truth is more dangerous than not knowing it at all,” he said, his voice low, almost to himself. “Tell me what happened,” I demanded, my pulse racing, my fists clenched at my sides. “You owe me that much. After everything we’ve been through, you owe me the truth.”

Come home, Jane! I had the guards pin him down and whispered into his ear, "Andre, did you think you were smart enough to play everyone like a fiddle? "I've known who you were all along. I know you faked your death. I remember how you had me abducted and left me to die in that fire. Now, it's time you paid the price." After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it.

He says, raising his voice. “You know the answers. So why are you asking?” I say like a whisper. I am sorry that I can’t tell him the truth. A lot of life is at risk, if I tell him the truth the person will cause havoc and many lives will be lost in that. “Yes, I know the answers, and I also know the thing I used to know are all lies. Big fat lie,” he says and I look at him shocked. “What, surprised you? How did I get to know?” I stare at him without blinking.

, he normally continues to take sips from his coffee after pissing the hell out of me. Why the fuck did I react? "Your case is strange, indeed", he says. "This is the first time when the truth isn't supporting me. You know the truth is my biggest weapon. I have always believed that each truth has at least one lead. Even if a lie has ten leads to take on, just one lead from the truth is enough to beat ten leads of a lie", he intensely looks into my eyes while grunting. It gives chills down my spine. My throat feels dry. I gulp down and look away from his eyes.

Not that he owed me one, but still, he’s the one that invaded my space and made me his responsibility, so I felt deserved his honesty. ‘I mean, imagine going to a pedophile or worse a killer’s home. I need to know who he is, even if he lies to me. Well if he lies or not I don’t care, I will know the truth. At least I will know what I am dealing with. A liar, a psychopath or just a man. It’s better knowing what destroyed me than being intentionally ignorant’ I was suddenly lost in my head again, but I snapped out of it the moment I realized I was zooning. “I don’t, but I am sure you won’t let me go the wrong direction” I decided to break the ice I was creating in my head as I nervously laughe