The Whole Truth Baldacci Novels & Stories

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."

" 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. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

I kept pushing, and he finally snapped and told me the truth, "I helped her start a shop. Ever heard of 'investing'?" I was already on edge from everything that had been happening lately. His words were the last straw. I lost it, hitting and kicking him in a blind rage, even knocking the plate of fruit to the floor. "That was my emergency fund, Rupert! How could you do that?" He pushed me away, and I went crashing to the floor.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

“But a word of warning, sweetheart—don’t try to play me. You won’t like the outcome.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I opened the first book, my fingers trembling slightly at the sight of my father’s signature on the first page. Every number, every note, was a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve. But there was no turning back. For Nico. For myself. I would find the truth—even if it meant going up against Marco Vallardi and the world he ruled. Carla led me to an adjoining room, a space filled with screens and servers that looked like something out of a spy movie.

He had a company to protect, but he also had a truth to uncover and a woman who had lost everything because of decisions made in boardrooms. He met Elena’s eyes again. She was raw and fierce, the thread of anger knitting into something like resolve. “We do this together,” he said. “No hiding names. No protecting legacies. We find the full truth.” She nodded, and the gesture was small and fierce and full of trust. Outside the lab, the city moved on in its indifferent pace. Inside, their private world had been split open by a voice on a file. The truth smelled of paper and coffee and the cheap fluorescence of a lab, but it was now out, raw and pulsing.

“Yes, but . . . I wasn’t ready for what she had to tell me. I thought I was, but I wasn’t. But now I am ready for the truth. I need to get down to the bottom of all this. I won’t be able to go on with my life until I do.” Alec studied her for a moment. “Twelve years had gone by after we broke up. I had moved up the ranks at headquarters during that time. One day, I got an IM on F******k . . . from you. You had written that you understood why I might not want anything to do with you, but you really needed my help. You see, I always had aspirations to join the FBI, and I told you that when we were dating. So, I guess you thought I had followed through with my career goals. After some thought,

The bald man's eyes immediately lit up and he smiled flatteringly. Emily was confused by his smile and coldly snorted. "Is it very surprising?" "Emily, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Right now, everyone in Civada knows that she is Mrs. Grafton. If you and her are really related, As long as you let her go to Archie's ear to blow the wind, your path to the stars will definitely be bright and boundless." The bald man was only a low-level assistant and had just arrived not too long ago. Naturally, he was not too clear about the conflicts between Emily and Emma during the wedding but most of the higher-ups in Civada. . . They had all seen it with their own eyes.

My detective ass was willing to bet she was probably sweating like a damn farm animal by now. I took my time as I sauntered in the direction of the interrogation room. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. Larry passed me as I walked down the hall, and I could see the wheels turning in his head, probably wondering what the hell I was up to. Too bad. This was my case-well, technically, not my case-but I fucking made it my case. I stopped in front of the one-way mirror, and there she was-Vanessa Bologna, daughter of infamous Italian-American mafia boss, Dante Bologna -waiting just for me. It was going to be one hell of a day.