The Truth Beneath Cast Novels & Stories

She whined Mrs Langston didn’t hesitate. “Kailee just did more in one reading than you have in three weeks. The lead role is hers.” Gasps. A few shocked laughs. And Sienna? She looked like someone just slapped her with her own glitter lip gloss. Gasps. Murmurs. Sienna looked like someone had spit in her face I changed back into my normal clothes as fast as I could and bolted down the hall, script still in hand. I was about to disappear —when I heard a voice behind me.

I should take what little information I've gathered and disappear before this gets worse, before I start feeling things I can't afford to feel. But I can't leave yet, not without answers. Not without knowing the truth about what happened to my father. Not without understanding who Xade Cross really is beneath the masks he wears. I plopped back on the soft mattress, swung my legs over, and stared at the ceiling as my thoughts ran like a freight train. It had to be a freaking mask, else I was more confused than ever. He was acting so innocent. I had to get to the bottom of this, so I'll stay. I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath

Alex seized my hand, his burning palm damp with perspiration. "Em, three months ago, her grandmother was dying. She was desperate when she begged me for help. "That night, I'd just finished entertaining clients, and I'd had too much to drink. I never imagined… "But you can relax, she'll never be welcomed into the Carter family. Your position is secure." The hospital room door suddenly burst open, and Brooke appeared, wearing an oversized hospital gown. She collapsed to her knees before me, tears flowing freely. "Ms. Shaw, please let the babies live! I want nothing else!"

Cassandra #1 and The Real Cassandra stared each other down, an unspoken battle happening between them. Then, finally, The Real Cassandra smirked, “Fine. I will tell you the truth.” She stepped closer, “It's actually a long story but basically, it all started with a member of the clan; our mother and her two younger brothers. My mother was a beauty from the clan and yeah, in case you were thinking about it, my mother married her older cousin.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust, “So, that's crazy as hell.”

I stood in the war room, turning over everything Whitfield had told us the day before, the tape’s frightened, honest voice still echoing in my thoughts alongside this new, colder version of the same woman. “She’s not going to stop,” I said slowly. “Not because of guilt, not because of grief finally catching up to her. If anything, learning the truth is finally out there is making her more dangerous, not less.” “Cornered animals usually get more dangerous, not less,” Reyes said grimly. “That’s exactly what we’re dealing with now. Not a woman carefully executing a thirty-year plan. A woman who understands her one remaining protection has just been stripped away, and who’s decided the only resp

“The truth. Everything you’ve been trying to hide. Vanessa. The pregnancy. The surveillance I’ve been running on this family for years. I know your secrets, Sebastian. All of them.” Sebastian stepped forward. “This ends now. You won’t manipulate us anymore.” She laughed softly. “Manipulate? No, I expose. People destroy themselves once the truth is revealed.” She tapped the screen, playing recordings, conversations, moments from our past, distorted and twisted to paint betrayal and doubt. My heart pounded as I watched, each clip like a blade slicing deeper. “You think this changes anything?” I said, forcing strength into my voice. “We already know the truth. You can’t control us.”

Sofia, a three-star media company journalist, asked a question. Layla thought for a moment. She faced the camera very well and bowed her head. “The public deserves the truth.” She said and walked out of the stage, ignoring tons of questions. “What do you mean?” “Can you please explain more about that?” “What does the public deserve to know?” “Who is hiding a secret from the public?” Layla walked to a corner. She looked back and smiled in satisfaction. “Now that I have become a member. The real saga shall begin!”

Like releasing the truth has lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. As we leave the room, my phone buzzes one more time. Unknown number: Interesting performance, Luna. But confessions on camera won’t save you. Tomorrow, everyone learns what you really are. Sleep well. – A Friend

"I heard the others talked about some factory within that establishment. His honor guards mentioned that he regularly visited it." "What about an exact place where he lived?" Alice asked. "Even if you cut me up with that knife or you tell tales about those..." he could not say the word. "...things, I don't really have anything to say. Promise. I am just a high priest, and not all of the state secrets were shared to me." "Okay," Alice nodded. "He goes to a cell. He's a good informant." "Wait, I thought you're releasing me?!" "Trust me, junior." Nagar began to unlock his cuff after he handed Alice the knife. "You had far better deal than the others before you who sat on that same chair." He pl

“I need a team of men.” His eyes narrow as he studies me, suspicion etched into every line of his face. “We’ll get to that, after we talk about what happened.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I reply, my voice cold, detached. “They took Josie, they beat us, so we did what we had to do to get free.” “Ghost,” he snaps, his eyes narrowing further, “I want the fucking truth before the De Lucas find out.” I blink, thrown off by the sharpness in his tone. “I don’t get what you mean,” I say, confused by where this is going.