The Whole Truth Baldacci Novels & Stories

Mom got so upset that she had a stroke and was paralyzed. She was stuck in bed and needed help with everything. The woman who used to be so put-together and 'fair' was now living a terrible, messy life. The son she loved the most did not care about her at all. He took the last of her secret savings and disappeared into the night. No one knew where he went. Before he walked out the door, he did not even leave a drop of water for Mom. Eventually, it was the smell that got the landlord to call the cops.

She was afraid I would look unnatural if I knew the truth, so she hid the plan from me the entire time. All she told me was, "Just stand next to me. You don't have to do anything." Then she shouted, "Don't push me," and threw herself backward. The rope snapped. She died. After that, her two little followers, Sienna Marsh and Molly Weaver, cried in front of the camera and said, "Lena Macmillan has always been jealous of Chloe. We never thought she'd actually have the nerve to kill her." The whole internet believed them. I was cyberbullied, arrested, and sentenced.

After looking around the room, one of them asked in a deep voice, "Which of you is Randy Long and Maya Palin?" Everyone froze when they heard that. Then, they seemed to recover and quickly crowded forward, talking over one another as they tried to cozy up to them. "Oh, Sir, you've come at the right time. We were just about to report that one of your soldiers is defaming a civilian." "That's right. My friend kindly helped him look after his home, but he accused my friend of sleeping with his wife." "I think he's the one fooling around, and now, he wants an excuse for divorce."

His long legs crossed casually, yet he still radiated an air of complete control. "The person who hired those thugs was Brooke. I've already had someone send the evidence anonymously to both the police and Alex." I stared at him in shock, my grip on the covers tightening subconsciously. "What?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Did you think I was just some guy who only knows how to acquire companies?" … The next morning, I was awakened by soft sounds. It was a team of doctors in white coats, their expressions solemn as they quietly set up various portable instruments beside my bed.

finally Bella who instead turned back to ask. "Yes, I already know everything, Camellia is not a girl, let alone a virgin. She is a widow who was abandoned by her husband with a beautiful child named Keyla. In fact, I was very close to Keyla like my own child. I deliberately didn't tell you about it because I didn't think it was too important either,” Richard explained in detail what really happened.

“Framed? That’s rich, coming from you.” “Please, Rebecca. I swear, I’m telling the truth,” I pleaded, leaning forward. “They’re blackmailing me. I don’t know who else to turn to.” Her laugh was cold, almost mocking. “The truth? That’s a new one for you," I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling under the surface. “I made mistakes, but this isn’t one of them. Please, just this once, help me.” Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You really think I’m stupid, don’t you? That’s a sniper light on your chest, Gabriel. One wrong move, and you’ll be dead before you finish your next sentence.”

After hanging up, I sent the final piece of evidence to the doctor they had hired—the last loose end tied up. Clutching my plane ticket, I turned my back on the house I had lived in for the past ten years and disappeared into the night. The next morning, at the grand ribbon-cutting ceremony for Yolanda’s Training Ground, chaos erupted. A frantic call from the doctor shattered my father’s carefully composed demeanor. “Alpha Grayson! This is bad! Miss Fiona has uncovered the truth about the accident five years ago… She heard everything we said in the hospital that day!”

Ava The mansion felt unusually cold that morning, even as sunlight spilled across the marble floors. The chill wasn’t from the air conditioning or the early hour; it came from anticipation, the quiet tension that precedes revelation. I could feel it lingering in the corners of the rooms, threading through the hallways, wrapping itself around each interaction like a warning. Today, I knew, would bring truths to the surface some long concealed, others partially revealed and every disclosure carried consequences. In Adrian Vale’s world, truth was not simply a matter of honesty; it was a currency, a weapon, and often a liability.

They had begun to fade, as if they had been worn down by years. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. I noticed something written on the bottom right corner of the first page. "To Erica Stone of another world, if you have found this, it means you are close to the truth." The handwriting was mine, except that it carried a maturity and exhaustion I never had.

I said, sounding like I was trying to convince myself instead. They looked at each other then started laughing. “Yeah, sure. The truth will set you free Hayes.” Theo muttered. “Veritas vos liberabit.” Max said in a language I didn’t understand. The truth she tried to remind me of. That was the only truth in all of this. Somehow, I was leaning closer than I should be. And I was stil texting her. YOU : You’re coming tonight right? JUNE : do I have a choice? YOU : no. JUNE : that sounded slightly threatening. YOU : good.