Truth Be Told Review Novels & Stories

“Name?” “Charl-” “If I asked you to destroy any documents that implicated criminal activities of the company would you?” “Um, um well-” “Next,” I said waving her out. The next one entered. “Describe the last time you lied and got away with it. Was it incriminating? Was it worth it?” “Well-” “Next.” It was an absolute joke. Unbelievable. I let out another big sigh. These were just here because of the status and fame that came along with it. Too over prepared, too nervous, too polished.

"The truth has to matter." "Does it? Hailey's lies are simpler. More compelling. More shareable." I looked at her. "The truth is complicated. Messy. Requires DNA tests and hospital records and legal documents. Her version requires nothing but sympathy." "So you just give up? Let her win?" "No. But I'm realistic about what we're up against." My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Then again. Finally, I picked it up. Text from my business manager.

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.

Thankfully, Andre left you a pup and gave you hope to live on. "Jane, for the sake of your child, you need to pull yourself together." I stood there with misty eyes. Sweet memories of Andre and me remained vivid, yet there he was, telling me that he and I were forever separated. Betrayal had cruelly crushed the lovely memories we shared. I couldn't make any sense of this. Why did I end up being lied to after offering my unconditional trust and love? Was Andre still expecting me to bear his pup—the offspring of a man who wanted to be Callie's boyfriend?

But she hates us; why can't we tell her the truth? Well well, you're more selfish than I thought. —I stood up. —Do you want to tell her the truth? Do you want to tell her that she killed her parents and ordered me to kill her little sister? That all this time she's been a big hypocrite calling us murderous monsters when she was the one who did it? —I paused for a second. Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love?

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position."

I asked "Work's fine, everyone's fine, the store's fine but put me through on how the trip went" She asked again, pulling me to sit on the couch "Fine, good, everything's great" I lied tryna force a smile "But you don't seem any of those words you voiced out right now, what's really going on?" She asked calmly this time, more concerned If i should say that's one thing about Emily, she could easily see through someone lies and know whenever i try lie my way out of any situation

Adon replied nonchalantly. Mrs Lancaster took a deep breath. "So, Sarah is telling the truth. You're cheating on her". "I'm not cheating on her mom, she lying...." Sarah didn't wait for him to finish before interrupting. "Lying, I'm lying. Adon, even if I'm lying, pictures don't lie. You were flirting with that waitress right before my eyes. Holding her and looking into her eyes seductively". "Flirting... do you even know what you're saying". Adon asked.

"Through countless hours of investigation, I've uncovered a web of corruption and manipulation that reaches far beyond what we could have imagined. It involves powerful individuals, hidden agendas, and a trail of lies that have shaped our lives." She proceeded to share the details, connecting the dots and revealing the intricate connections between Mr. Smith, Johnson, Becky, and other key players. The truth unfolded before us, painting a picture of greed, power, and a thirst for control that had driven these individuals to weave their complex web. As Sarah spoke, the room grew silent, save for the occasional gasp or murmur of disbelief. The revelations were staggering, and the weight of the

The Bomb Factory was a site where no explosives had ever been made. The deliberate attack could not have been pending, even it were conceivable, which seemed very doubtful. And consequently, the story told to the public had been a lie. But what was the truth? And what was happening? I continued making my way through the files.