Novel & Cerita What Did Drew Do In Tell Me Lies

I decided to open the folder, my heart sinking Inside when I saw pictures of me dancing at the club, pictures of me picking up money from men. Drew smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Put it away, I'll always stand up for you," he said. "No matter what. He was trying to manipulate me into forgiving him, but it's not going to work. He’s so much and should pay for his crimes. And here, I got the video,” He said, handling me a small flash drive. I did as he said, stuffing the folder in my handbag alongside the flash drive.

There was nothing to be ashamed of. I took the information about the drugs from Drew and destroyed it. Alex said nothing; in fact, he stopped anyone from taking the papers from me as I threw them into the fire. To avoid being rude, I explained everything to Drew, instructing him not to write down any information about the drugs for now, and if possible, to forget the few things he knew to keep him safe. Without dwelling on my words, Doctor Drew called the hospital and informed them he would be going on a long vacation, which, of course, was a lie. Alex then instructed Rick to gather Drew’s things. Staying with the Kovas was the only way to keep him alive.

I walked into the kitchen to grab some water while Dime stayed with the boys, “God, how stupid can boys be!” I asked myself as I filled my cup with water, “We can be pretty stupid, but not stupid enough to not catch a lie,” a voice came from behind me, and I turned to see Drew standing in the doorway watching me, “What lie?” I asked “When I delivered your pizza, you said you lived here with your parents, but I don’t see how you and Dime are related, and I don’t see any sign of anyone but the two of you living here,” Drew answered as he made his way over to me.

With his hands and feet tied, he inched his way forward bit by bit. While crawling, Theo said out loud, “Dean, I’m sorry! I was wrong! “I shouldn’t have lied about your sister and left her to die. It was wrong of me to switch out the ashes and have your mother’s ashes dumped in the water. “It’s all my fault. Giselle and Palmer are not involved. It’s all on me.” With the truth out, Giselle and Palmer looked at the stairwell with hopeful eyes. They stood in anticipation for the man who had always stood by them.

She looked at Denver, her blue eyes bright with tears. “He lied to you, Denver. About everything. About us. About how you felt. He told me you weren’t interested, that you’d moved on. That you had someone else.” Denver’s face twisted in disbelief. “Marcus, tell me she’s lying.” Marcus opened his mouth, but no words came. Cold sweat beaded his brow. The silence was damning.

Orson screamed in pain, but still refused to change his story. "We really are your parents! We already gave you the inheritance! Why would we still want to kill you?" "It was honestly just a joke to help you relax!" I let out a cold scoff and turned the voltage up higher. "Fine. You don't have to talk. I already know the truth, anyway." All that was missing now was proof. Their bedroom definitely held clues. I grabbed a decorative piece off the table and knocked all three of them unconscious. Then I headed out, planning to search their room.

Then I slowed it to half speed, staring at the screen without blinking. And in that fleeting moment, I finally saw it. I finally realized what had felt wrong from the beginning. Marc had lied to me.

On the way to the airport, I opened my phone and found the screenshots I’d saved of Sophia’s post. I sent the pictures to the Romano family group chat, then typed one last message. 【To the elders, the child Sophia is carrying is Vincent’s. My lawyer is drawing up the divorce papers. Thank you for your hospitality these past five years. Consider our alliance over.】 I hit send. Then I turned off my phone. As the plane prepared for takeoff, I looked out at the lights of the city. I felt no regret, only relief. Everything in this city—the Romano mansion, Vincent's lies, Sophia's provocations—was now in my past.

Dazed, I walked out of the station—only to see a familiar figure standing beside a black Maybach. Andy rushed toward me in a single stride and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Melissa, are you okay?" A faint scent of cedar filled my senses. As I clung to him, the tension in my chest finally eased. "I thought… you didn't believe me…" I murmured the words under my breath. The next moment, Andy let out a soft laugh and flicked my nose. "I know exactly what kind of person you are. Forget money laundering—you'd be anxious for half a month just for adding an extra point to a contract."

He mumbled everything so fast that, I hardly understand a single word that came out from his mouth, he looks up to meet my gaze, I raised brows at him as a gesture of what the hell was that. "Look, take a deep breath and if you want to drink water then go-ahead then we will start again and listen to one thing carefully, kid, I promise I won't hurt you so you don't need to be scared of me, Okay?" I think I needed to clarify this to him or else he just stutters again. "I just needed some money for my mother who is in a bad health condition, so I decided to steal some money from your room's drawer" he explains.