The Truth Will Out Book Novels & Stories

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.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. Stay tuned—the most dangerous truths have yet to be revealed. — Excel Arthur

“They say you have the footage. Nobody knows who leaked it, but many already do.” I wasn’t surprised. The council members had all seen the videos. Someone would talk. I didn’t need to know who. It was enough that the information was out. In my last life, I screamed until my throat bled and nobody listened. This time, they believed what they saw. The truth didn’t need shouting; it needed an opportunity to be seen. I closed the book and set it aside. “Leo.” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” He glanced at me but said nothing, stood, and turned off the living room lights. Footsteps faded down the hallway. The door to his room clicked shut.

" Everyone around us—doctors, nurses, and other families—stared and whispered. They thought I was some monster who would sacrifice his own mom for money. I looked at my relatives, who were guilt-tripping me, and at Edmund, who was still playing the victim. I was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and a sense of absurdity. Right then, the ER doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, mask in hand, and asked sternly, "Who is the patient's family?" "I am! I'm her son!" Edmund yelled, racing forward. "The patient got help just in time, and she's safe now," the doctor said. Then, he paused and gave us a strange look. "However, the tests we did on what was left in her stomach showed she didn't dr

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.

Something involving scandal, infidelity, stolen funds? Even if it wasn't true. Truth never mattered as much as how loud the lie could scream. My pulse steadied. My thoughts cleared. The rage faded into focus. If I couldn't have the perfect life anymore, neither could they. Let William burn. Let Shirley crawl back to me when the world turns against her—when people stop clapping for her fairy tale and start calling her names. Let her beg. Let her remember who she used to belong to. I'm not finished. I'm just getting started.

But I never imagined that the secret I had painstakingly guarded for the past year would ultimately be ripped open by the family's own hands in the most horrific way possible. They tied me to the judgment chair, using electric currents to pry open the vaults of my mind. They made me stand trial like a common criminal in front of countless onlookers, letting them scream slurs and abuse at me while I was forced into a miscarriage and pushed to the brink of death. And the people I had tried so hard to protect stood above me, looking down at me with utter disappointment and burning hatred. In the end, everyone found out the truth anyway, but I was the only one left battered and bruised from the

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

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."

And when she finally spoke, her steadiness was a bit discomforting. “Jane… sometimes the truth doesn’t break us. It only shows that we’ve been living broken all along, and it gives us the opportunity to shape ourselves into something whole.” I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that uncovering the truth about my mother, about HAB, about Nathan, about Julia, about all of it, would give me wholeness instead of dragging me down to my knees. But the fear inside me whispered otherwise. Back to the Present I opened my eyes at my desk and drew in a deep breath.