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BENEATH THE LIES YOU MIGHT AS WELL STAY.
007“This is your room,” the maid said as we arrived at a door. She twisted the doorknob, and we both walked inside. Once we entered, my mouth dropped in awe, but I quickly closed it. Everything in the room screamed wealth, from the floors to the walls. “Are you sure this is my room?” I asked the maid again. She smiled knowingly, seeing the shock on my face. “Yes, this is your room,” she replied. “Mr. Stanley asked for this room to be prepared especially for you.” “Wow, it’s beautiful,” I said, and the maid couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, it is. Mr. Stanley has great taste. For now, I’ll leave you to settle in. And don’t forget—if you need any help or support, you can always call out to me, okay?” I nodded, still taking in the grandeur of the room. This doesn’t look like a maid’s room, I thought. This looks like a princess’s room. It was way bigger than the house Ryan and I lived in—until I was betrayed and stabbed in the back. I walked toward the bed and brushed my
Last Updated : 2025-02-01BENEATH THE LIES BREAKFAST
008 Just then, I became tense. I could feel the hairs on my hands standing on end. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed the figure in front of me and turned to run away. Once I got outside, I closed the door and ran down the hallway. When I saw that I had reached a safe distance from the room, I paused to catch my breath. “Who was that?” I asked myself. The voice wasn’t Stanley’s—I remembered his voice, and he didn’t sound like that. That voice belonged to someone else, I knew it for sure. Just as I began sprinting again on my way back to my own room, my eyes locked onto a door—I had finally found what I was searching for. The name was boldly displayed at the top of the door: Candy. “Could this be her room?” I thought. Without hesitation, I walked toward the door and knocked. After the first knock, there was no reply on the other side. I knocked again, this time harder; still, no response. Just as I was about to knock for the third time, the door swung open—and beh
Last Updated : 2025-03-11BENEATH THE LIES FRAMED
009 He picked up the spoon and began eating. I gasped in shock because I was expecting a different reaction from him. A smile pulled at my lips afterward, and I turned to stare at Candy, who was also in shock. She stared back at me, clenched her jaw, and gritted her teeth tightly as she trembled. Her eyes spoke rather than her mouth: I'll make sure you're done for. I smirked at her, folded my arms, and then walked away, heading back to the kitchen. As I arrived at the kitchen, I couldn't help but chuckle. From Candy's expression, it seemed she had given me the wrong information about Mr. Stanley’s favorite dishes. Yet, he had eaten what I made. What a shock that must have been for her, I thought to myself as I leaned against the tiled counter, feeling accomplished. But just as I thought I could enjoy my peace, Candy stormed in. She grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. I let out a slight whimper from the pain, but she didn’t stop—she pulled even harder. "You think you'r
Last Updated : 2025-03-14BENEATH THE LIES CCTV.
010 "No, Mr. Stanley, it's not what you're thinking!" I stuttered. "Candy's lying! She told me you asked for your room to be cleaned by me, and that's what I did. I only cleaned your room—nothing else!" "Lies! All you do is lie!" Candy spat as she stormed toward me. Just as she raised her hand to slap me, another hand caught hers mid-air. I turned toward the source of the interruption and froze. My eyes widened in shock. Charles. Why would he help me? He cast me a quick glance before flinging Candy’s hand away. Then, turning to Stanley, he said firmly, "She didn’t do it." Stanley, who had been seething moments ago, hesitated. His gaze darkened as he asked, "How do you know she’s not the one who took it?" Charles smirked. "Because I’m a people person." "Really?" Candy scoffed, folding her arms. "That’s your excuse for defending a thief?" Charles ignored her, but Stanley shot Candy a sharp glare, silencing her. She huffed and stepped back into place. "Also," Charles co
Last Updated : 2025-03-14BENEATH THE LIES PACK YOUR BAGS AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
011 Candy’s eyes darted wildly between Stanley and Charles as the laptop screen flickered, casting a pale glow across the room. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with anticipation. I could hear the maids shifting uneasily, their whispers now reduced to shallow breaths as they waited for the inevitable truth to be revealed. Candy, however, wasn’t going down without a fight. "Wait!" she suddenly blurted, stepping forward and forcing a nervous laugh. "Mr. Stanley, there’s no need for this. It’s just a misunderstanding! Why rely on some footage when we all saw her go into your room?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the confidence she tried so hard to maintain. Stanley didn’t even spare her a glance. His attention remained on Charles, who was already maneuvering through the footage. The cursor hovered over a folder labeled Security—Room 306, and with one click, the file opened. Candy’s panic grew. "You don’t need to see it!" she insisted, voice rising. "I me
Last Updated : 2025-03-15BENEATH THE LIES WHAT?
012Meanwhile back at Ryan's house.....The warm glow of the chandelier cast a soft light over the modern living room, the air carrying the scent of fresh cologne and rich whiskey. Ryan poured a drink for himself and his older brother, Lucas, before settling onto the sleek leather couch across from him."You finally decided to visit, huh?" Ryan smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.Lucas chuckled, leaning back with a relaxed posture. "Well, you kept nagging me about meeting your new girl. Figured I’d stop by and see if she’s as perfect as you claim."Ryan grinned, glancing toward the hallway. "Ash should be out any minute. She was fixing her hair."As if on cue, the soft click of heels echoed against the marble floor. Ash stepped into the living room, her long red dress hugging every curve of her body. Her lips curled into a sultry smile as she made her way toward them, her gaze lingering a second too long on Lucas before shifting to Ryan."You must be Lucas," she purred, e
Last Updated : 2025-03-15BENEATH THE LIES HE KILLED HIM.
013A heavy silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating. The weight of Ryan’s voice had sent shockwaves through the room, shattering the heated haze that had consumed Lucas and Ash just moments ago.Lucas scrambled first, the shock jerking him into motion. He pushed Ash off him, hastily reaching for his trousers, his fingers fumbling with the fabric as he struggled to pull them back on. His breaths were short and uneven, panic setting in.Ash wasn’t far behind. She grabbed her dress from the floor, hastily slipping it over her shoulders. Her hands trembled as she zipped it up, eyes darting toward Ryan, whose expression remained unreadable—stunned, frozen in place, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.The groceries lay scattered on the floor, cans rolling across the polished tiles, their echoes cutting through the tension like a knife. Ryan hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken another word. He simply stood there, staring at them as though his mind refused to process
Last Updated : 2025-03-16BENEATH THE LIES ASH'S POV
014I’ve always waited for this day—the day I’d finally get my revenge.I still remember that night like it was yesterday. Two days after my father passed away, my mother and I were returning from the bank. We had nothing left after my father died, no money, no way to survive. Taking a loan was our only option.The streets were dark, eerily silent, as we walked home clutching the bag that held our last hope. And then, they appeared.Two boys—one older, maybe sixteen or seventeen, and the other barely thirteen. They didn’t wear masks. They weren’t afraid of being seen.The older one, the one with the gun, pointed it at my mother. “Give me the bag.”She refused. She had to refuse. That money was our only chance.He struggled with her, yanking at the bag, his grip tightening in frustration. My mother wouldn’t let go. She fought for it. And then—Bang.The sound still rings in my ears. A single gunshot, then my mother’s body collapsing to the ground. Her lifeless eyes staring up at me.I
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I stared at him, my heart pounding like a drum. What does he want from me now? I thought bitterly. As if he hadn’t already made my life a living hell.I had a career to face, a fresh start, and I was determined not to let anything—or anyone—stand in my way, but here he was standing in front of me plotting on how to destroy the life I now want to face.“What do you want, Detective Clark?” I asked coldly, my voice stripped of emotion.He shrugged casually. “Came to watch you perform. Just like you always have. Something wrong with that?”“Cut the riddles. Go straight to the point. Why are you really here?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes.He stepped closer, his face unreadable. “Like I said, I came to watch you. And to remind you—I’ll be watching you for a very long time, I'll make sure I have every detail of everything you do and everywhere you visit and I'll make sure you're exposed.”I clenched my jaw.“No case has ever been taken away from me, Ash. But you—you made that happen. You’ve
BENEATH THE LIES HELLO ASH
036ASH'S POV"Ash!" The director’s voice sliced through the silence, snapping me out of the fog clouding my mind.My eyes blinked rapidly as the cheers died down, all eyes on me, the girl who'd just ruined a flawless scene with a misplaced bite. Drake looked at me, confused and slightly concerned."What just happened?" the director asked, adjusting his glasses. "You were doing great and then—""I... I’m sorry," I cut in quickly, pushing strands of hair out of my face and faking a confident smile. "I lost focus for a second. I'd like to do it again. Please. Just one more take."He looked at me long and hard, then at the casting team. A brief pause."Fine," he said at last. "One more shot. Make it count."Drake gave me a reassuring nod. I tried to ignore the chill crawling up my spine as I took my place again, but it wasn’t easy. My eyes involuntarily scanned the crowd. Clark was gone. Like he was never there. But I knew what I'd seen—his grin, his cane, that goddamn hat."Action!"The
BENEATH THE LIES SURPRISE!!!
035I stared at her—those eyes, always convincing, always pretending to mean well. But I wasn’t like her. I couldn’t be like her. I wouldn’t.Without another word, I grabbed her hand.“What are you doing, Charles?” Chloe gasped, her eyes wide in shock. She thought she had wrapped me around her little finger, thought she’d successfully manipulated me. But I was about to prove her very, very wrong.“What I should’ve done a long time ago,” I snapped coldly.Without hesitation, I yanked her out of the room and shoved her backward into the hallway. She stumbled slightly, her mouth falling open.“I won’t bow to your demands, Chloe! You’re mentally unstable. And the next time you try to poison my mind with your delusions, I won’t hesitate to have you thrown out of this house.”Her mouth twitched as if she was about to protest, but I slammed the door in her face before she could utter a word. The loud bang echoed like a war drum in my chest. I leaned back against the door, my fists clenched.
BENEATH THE LIES ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP SITTING HERE LIKE A POWERLESS PUSSY, OR TAKE IT TO BUSINESS, LIKE ME?
034CHARLES' POVI stared at the scene unfolding before me, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table. My jaw locked, chest heaving. I couldn't take it anymore."What?" I said aloud, louder than I meant to—but I didn’t care. The words flew out like a bullet. My voice sliced through the silence in the room, making everyone turn.Stanley didn’t even blink. My own friend. My so-called friend, standing there with a damn ring box, proposing to the one woman who made my heart race.He said it was all an act.An act?This—this was too far.Alora was only supposed to pose as his fiancée. Just for appearances. Just until his mother left. That was the deal. That was the line.And now he was crossing it. Publicly. Boldly. Like none of it mattered.“Is there anything wrong, Charles?” Stanley’s mother asked, her voice coated in concern, but it was laced with the kind of judgment that sliced deeper than kindness ever could.All eyes were on me. Burning. Questioning.I swallowed. My fists c
BENEATH THE LIES WILL YOU MARRY ME.
033I placed a hand to my head as I recalled the events of last night—the heat between Stanley and me, the way my hands roamed his chest, the burning tension that crackled between us like a live wire. My heart pounded at the memory. I had lost control, completely. I didn’t even recognize myself.I can't keep up with this, I whispered to myself, a wave of shame creeping in.I turned toward him, still lying in bed beside me, his bare chest rising and falling steadily. The calm on his face irritated me. How could he be so unbothered?"I'm done," I said, my voice firm. "I can't do this anymore."Stanley's eyes fluttered open. “Alora, wait. Think things through.”"Think what through?" I snapped, sitting up. "Look at you. You’re not even wearing a shirt—and me? Only God knows what I did last night. I can’t even remember it all clearly.”He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "I know we were out of control," he said gently, “but you can’t just walk away. You signed the contract.”
BENEATH THE LIES WHAT?!.
032[CHARLES’ POV]I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I saw downstairs—Alora in Stanley’s arms. That wasn’t just acting. No. That went way beyond what the plan required.The way she clung to him, head resting gently on his chest like he was her safe place… it was too natural, too intimate. And Stanley—he held her like she belonged to him. Like she wasn’t mine.My chest tightened, a painful knot forming just beneath my ribs. I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut, the echo a poor substitute for the scream building in my throat.“Damn it!” I hissed, slamming my fist into the wall. The sharp sting that shot through my knuckles was nothing compared to the fire burning in my chest. The girl I loved—no, the girl I still love—was falling into someone else’s arms, right before my eyes.I sat on the edge of my bed, hands tangled in my hair, breathing hard. Every time I tried to block out the image, it came back stronger—Alora, wrapped in Stanley’s arms, like she belonged there.
BENEATH THE LIES PHASE ONE—COMPLETED.
031 Alora’s POV I didn’t know what was in that wine, but I was definitely feeling it. The warm buzz in my chest had turned into giggles I couldn’t hold back, and Stanley—bossy, arrogant Stanley—was making it worse. “Stanley—stop!” I laughed, swaying as he reached for my hand again, trying to spin me. He was grinning like a devil, his cheeks flushed pink from the drink. “C’mon, you’re ruining the moment. Just one more twirl.” I tried to protest, but ended up twirling anyway, my hair spinning around my face like a halo. I stumbled into him again, and this time he caught me, his arms strong and steady around my waist. “See?” he said, eyes meeting mine for just a second too long. “I’ve got you.” My breath hitched. I hated that I noticed the way his voice softened, or the way his hand lingered at the small of my back. I blamed the wine. Definitely the wine. “Don’t look at me like that,” I mumbled. “Like what?” His voice dropped, teasing. “Like you don’t irritate me to death every
BENEATH THE LIES PERFECT, NOW THE DRAMA BEGINS.
030 [Alora’s POV] I was in my room, sitting peacefully on my bed as I drafted new chapters for my ongoing book. The word count read 20,000, and I couldn't help but sigh. I hadn’t had the time to write properly lately—all thanks to the drama playing out in this house like a never-ending soap opera. But right now? This was my only chance to make progress, and there was no way I’d let it slip. Just when I clicked back into the zone, a knock came at the door. I groaned out loud. “Who could it be now?” Reluctantly, I slid off the bed, padded to the door, and twisted the handle. Before I could even speak, the person outside strode in like he owned the place. Stanley. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, that usual bossy, smug expression plastered across his face like a permanent tattoo. I shut the door behind him with a small thud. He was already seated on my bed, legs crossed, back straight like he was posing for a magazine cover. “Get ready,” he said without preamble. “
BENEATH THE LIES I BECOME YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE.
029So, how did your whole plan of telling Stanley go? Did it work out? You see, Chloe, your problem is that you never listen. You never think things through."I don't want to speak to you, Charles. And guess what? Stanley did respond."Charles scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "Yeah, he did. I was there. He sent you out of his goddamn room, Chloe. Can't you see that if you keep up with this behavior, you're not going to go far?""So what's your point, Charles? What is it? You just came here to taunt me? Well, thank you. I really appreciate your efforts. Now, leave my room," she said, her voice hoarse with frustration."Yes, I'm trying to prove a point, Chloe. And that point is—you’re wrong. And everyone else is right."She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Yeah? Are you done? Now go be with your crush, that filthy maid."Charles narrowed his eyes. "Hmm. You call her filthy? Well, that 'filthy' girl is everything—way better than you."Chloe's breath hitche
