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BENEATH THE LIES (ASH'S POV) PATHETIC MURDERER.
015The house was quiet—too quiet.I stepped inside and flicked on the lights, watching as the warm glow illuminated the dark stain on the floor. Blood. Lucas’s blood.What a shame.I walked forward, my heels clicking against the wood as I neared the dried remnants of his life. Crouching down, I reached out and ran my fingertips over it, feeling the slight stickiness still left behind. I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply.“Smells like victory.”A slow smile stretched across my lips as I straightened. I made my way to the bar, pulling out a bottle of red wine. The cork popped easily, and I poured myself a generous glass before sinking into the sofa.“You were strong that night, Lucas,” I mused, swirling the wine. “And now look at you. Dead. What a waste. But the best part? Your dear brother is the one taking the fall for it.” I took a slow sip, savoring the moment. “Maybe he’ll get life in prison. Or better yet, a death sentence.”I laughed under my breath. Everything had
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Meanwhile, back at Stanley’s mansion, I let out a deep sigh as I stepped into my room, shutting the door behind me. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened earlier. The accusation, the tension in the air, and then the relief when the truth came out. I had barely been in this house for long, yet I had already been dragged into unnecessary drama.I tossed my phone onto the bed and was about to lie down when I heard a knock at the door. My brows furrowed. Who could it be at this hour?Walking over, I hesitated for a second before pulling the door open.It was Charles.I smiled instantly, feeling some of the day’s stress fade away. “Thank you for helping me,” I said softly.He leaned against the doorframe, his hands tucked into his pockets. “It’s not a big deal. Stuff like this happens.”I studied him for a moment, then tilted my head. “But how did you know I wasn’t the one who stole the wristwatch?”Charles' lips curled into an even bigger smile, a teasing glint in hi
Last Updated : 2025-03-17BENEATH THE LIES STANLEY'S POV
017 The door clicked shut behind Candy, and I let out a slow breath. Finally. I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaustion creeping into my bones. This entire night had been nothing but one headache after another. First, the accusation against Alora. Then, dealing with Candy. And now— My phone vibrated in my pocket. I frowned, pulling it out. The moment I saw the caller ID, my stomach twisted. Mom. I answered immediately. “Mom?” Silence. Then, a shaky breath came through the line, barely audible. “Stanley…” My heart lurched. Her voice was wrong—fragile, breathless, like she was struggling just to get the words out. A sharp, rattling cough tore through the speaker, loud and violent. The sound of it made my entire body go rigid. “Mom? Mom! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” Another cough. Then another. Each one worse than the last. It sounded like her lungs were trying to tear themselves apart. My pulse hammered in my ears, panic clawing up my throat. I gripped the p
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018Stanley inhaled deeply, his fingers tightening around the phone as he forced the words out.“I’ll do it, Mom.”A pause. Then, her soft, fragile voice came through the line, carrying a mixture of relief and exhaustion.“Thank you, Stan.”Click.The call ended.Stanley stared at the screen for a long moment before letting out a slow, heavy breath. The weight of his mother’s request pressed down on him like a boulder. He ran a hand through his hair, then pushed himself off the bed, pacing the length of his room.Marriage.He had promised her, but how the hell was he supposed to pull this off? He couldn’t just grab any random woman and slap a ring on her finger. That wasn’t how he did things.His reputation wasn’t something to be toyed with. As the CEO of StanTech Enterprises, he couldn’t afford a scandal—especially one involving a rushed, questionable marriage.He needed a plan. A calculated move.Then, it hit him.His steps halted. His jaw tightened, his fingers flexing.Chloe.His
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018BACK AT RYAN'S HOME.The living room was quiet. Too quiet.I sat on the couch, my fingers drumming against my knee. The weight of my own thoughts pressed down on me, but I refused to let it show.This wasn’t over yet.Ryan was in custody, just as planned. But the problem? The cops weren’t fools. They’d come back for me, I knew they would, it's even part of my plan.And when they did, I’d be ready.A knock at the door.Right on time.I smirked, schooling my features before standing. Walking to the door, I called out, “Who is it?”“This is the feds,” a firm voice replied. “Mrs. Ash, we need you to step outside immediately.”I took a breath, painting my face with just the right amount of concern. Then, I pulled the door open.Two officers stood before me. Their expressions were blank, unreadable.Perfect.“How may I help you, officers?” I asked, my voice soft, unsure. “Am I in some sort of trouble? Am I… safe?”“You’re absolutely safe, Mrs. Ash,” the taller one said. “But we need yo
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019"What are you saying, Detective Clark? Are you seriously accusing me of framing the man I love? I wouldn’t, for any reason, frame Ryan. Why—why the hell would I want to do that to him?""Well, you’re the only one who has the answer to that question. I don’t," he replied coldly."Detective, I’m innocent. I’m the victim here! Ryan invited his brother over to visit. He got a call and decided to step out briefly. I even asked him to get some groceries for me. But when he came back, he was so angry he lunged at his brother and started hitting him. I tried to separate them, to calm him down, but I was pushed aside, Detective."As I spoke, I let the tears fall freely from my eyes."I...I wouldn’t, for any reason, want to frame Ryan, Detective."He leaned back, a smug smirk creeping onto his lips. "Well, I never said you framed him. I guess your conscience is eager to spill the truth.""No, Detective, that’s not it. I—""Not another word from you, Mrs. Ash. This is an interrogation, not a
Last Updated : 2025-03-29BENEATH THE LIES RYAN'S POV
020The cell was cold, the kind of chill that burrows deep into your bones. I shifted on the hard bench, feeling the weight of the morning sun pressing heavily on my shoulders. My head throbbed from hours of restless thoughts—Ash’s betrayal, the blood on my hands, Lucas’s lifeless eyes staring back at me. The image wouldn’t leave.The metallic clang of a door echoed through the narrow hallway. I looked up, weary eyes narrowing as Detective Clark strode in. His expression was unreadable, the kind of mask I’d come to associate with men in his line of work. Cautious. Calculating. Relentless. He stopped just outside my cell, crossing his arms.“Morning, Ryan,” he greeted, tone clipped.“Detective,” I rasped, my throat dry. I hadn’t slept, and it showed. “Back to accuse me of more crimes I didn’t commit?”He smirked, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “Not today. I’m here because I believe you.”A laugh bubbled up, bitter and humorless. “You believe me? That’s rich. Yet, here I am.”
Last Updated : 2025-03-30BENEATH THE LIES YOU'RE GOING DOWN.
021Clark’s words were a punch to the gut—an agonizing, paralyzing blow that left me gasping. My legs felt weak, and my grip on the cold metal bars tightened until my knuckles turned white. I stared at him, disbelief and desperation twisting inside me. He was the one person I thought I could count on, and now he was leaving me to rot.“No,” I choked out, my voice breaking. The lump in my throat felt like it was choking me. “You can’t just walk away. You can’t leave me here!”Clark’s eyes met mine, regret flickering across his face before he forced a mask of resolve. “Ryan, my hands are tied. This is above me now, I can only help you get a lawyer.”“That’s not good enough!” I shouted, panic creeping into my voice. “What if the lawyer doesn’t defend me well? What if he’s paid off or doesn’t care? I’ll be screwed!”Clark sighed heavily, running a frustrated hand through his hair. The deep lines etched into his face made him look older than usual, and for a moment, he seemed as tired as I
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041I stared at him, wondering why he was suddenly asking about my past. My heart raced, my palms damp with sweat. There’s no way I could mention Ryan to him. I couldn’t. Just the thought alone made my chest tighten with anxiety. I shifted a little from him on the bed, acting like I was scared of telling him anything. Maybe he’d back off if I looked uneasy.“My past… it’s…” I began, my voice faltering. “Drake, it’s not something I like talking about. It’s really painful. I can’t.”“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he said gently, moving closer. “You can trust me.”His voice was low, soft, comforting. It made my heart ache. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes full of understanding. “Tell me your past, Ash. We’ve all gone through painful things in life, but you can share them with me. I mean, I’m your boyfriend.”I stared at him, tense, my body rigid. I didn’t know what to do at this point. I couldn’t risk the truth. Not now. I let out a deep breath and gulped, forc
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040“What is it, Ash?” Drake asked as he walked towards me.I quickly switched off my phone. “It's nothing, Drake. Let’s… get back to where we were,” I said as I sent my finger running down his chest.At this point, his dick was already painfully hard again, veins pulsing like it had a mind of its own. The hunger in his eyes made my breath hitch. I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around its thick length, feeling the heat burn against my skin. With a smirk, I dragged him toward the bed."Get on," I commanded, but he didn’t resist. He let me take control—at least for a moment.Once we reached the bed, I shoved him down and straddled his lap. My fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path down his chest, making him groan. I watched his muscles tighten beneath my touch. Then, without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself onto his dick, inch by thick inch.A hiss escaped his lips as I seated him fully inside me. The stretch was delicious, intense, and it made my toes curl.I started slow—
BENEATH THE LIES TAME THIS TIGRESS.
039“Oh, um, we haven’t quite figured that out yet,” Stanley said with a smile. “But eventually, we will. Once we’ve picked a date for the wedding we'll let you know.”His mom smiled in return. “I’ll be expecting it,” she said.I lowered my gaze to the butter on the table.Stanley wasn’t a bad person after all. At least he loved his mom.Ashes' POVLater that night, Drake’s car pulled up outside my house. I spotted him from my bedroom window and rushed downstairs to meet him.The butlers opened the doors before I even reached them. Drake stood there, holding the gifts he brought for me, and just the sight of him made my body buzz. God, he looked fine.Drake wasn’t just any boyfriend. He was the perfect man. Tall, sexy, thoughtful. And best of all, he understood me—he was an actor too, so we shared the same world. He gave me his full attention when I spoke, spoiled me like a queen, and made me feel like the only woman alive.He was the only one I’d let in since my mom passed. We met tw
BENEATH THE LIES DATE?.
038As Stanley knelt before me, a heavy silence seemed to fall over the room. His leg was bent at an awkward angle, and his hand stretched forward, presenting the diamond ring with an air of uncertainty. My gaze flicked to his mother, whose mouth hung open in sheer excitement. Her joy was contagious, radiating like a beacon in the room. But, for some reason, I couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at my insides. This was all an act, yet the weight of the moment felt too real. I gulped, trying to steady my breathing. You got this, Alora, I whispered to myself. Just act natural. Pretend it’s real. Without missing a beat, I covered my mouth, letting out a soft gasp. “Oh my God, Stanley,” I exclaimed, my voice trembling with the right amount of surprise. I took a small step forward, my cheeks flushing crimson, feigning the deep, overwhelming emotion that was supposed to be there. “I’ve always waited for this day, Stanley,” I said, my voice quivering with fake excitement. “The day you’d put
BENEATH THE LIES HE WON'T WALK AWAY.
037 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 t
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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.”
