All Chapters of A Million Little Lies: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Ethan povI arrived at the penthouse pretty much earlier than I had anticipated. Not the least bothered about parking my car in the right way even though I knew it was against the rule, I quickly alighted from my bugatti veyron and made my way inside the penthouse.I was too angry to do anything right, way too angry! I can not believe that my grandfather would have made such a hasty decision regarding the company without me at that!I arrived at the secretary's desk and asked for my grandfather but she said to make an appointment and come back later. I understood her statement because she couldn't recognize me.Early this morning, I woke up with two pimples on my face. One at my forehead and the other one close to my lips. Because of that, I had to wear a nose mask and a baseball cap.Flustered enough, I swiftly removed the nose mask from my face and she froze immediately. Although she was trying to act strong, I could see the fear in her eyes.“Mr chairman...” she stuttered as her bo

Ethan PovThe atmosphere in the dining room was getting more and more suffocating as we ate. Early this morning, Mr. Greyson, my grandfather, invited me for breakfast alongside my uncle, Jonathan.I couldn't eat anything but found myself stabbing the steak in my plate while glaring hard at Jonathan. Oh sweet lord, how much I wish he was the one on my plate other than the steak.Grandpa knew too well that Jonathan and I never got along, so why did he have to call us both over? Was he trying to play some sort of game? Or did he call to announce the company being handed over to Jonathan?I was way too curious that I simply stared at my grandfather as he ate hastily. Just then Jonathan cleaned his mouth with a wipe and I knew he was about to say something.“The meal is so delicious father, it reminds me of the old days when Ethan's parents were still alive,” he said with a smile, and my grandfather who was in the middle of twirling a few strands of spaghetti into a ball halted and wiped h

"Where are you coming from? And what happened to you?" Ryan asked with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at his worried face. "The place isn't important. I guess I just needed to let out some tears, so don't mind me," I replied casually, attempting to downplay the situation. Shifting the subject to lighten the mood, I continued, "Anyway, what do you have in the house? I'm famished." Ryan chuckled dryly, most likely aware of his bachelor lifestyle. "You know I'm a bachelor, right? I don't have any food in the house. Let's order some food instead. What would you like to eat?" Taking a moment to consider my options, I replied, "Fried chicken and chips." Without skipping a beat, Ryan pulled out his phone to place the order."Wait!" I exclaimed, blinking my eyes like a baby, trying to capture Ryan's attention. "What did you want again?" he asked, slightly infuriate. "Can I get some Chinese dishes?" I requested, hoping to change up our food selection. Ryan scoffed

ASHLEY P.O.V"I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word. It had been over a week since we last met, and I hadn't received a call from his darn company. That could only mean one thing: my name had been successfully cleared from their list of unreliable debtors. With a nervous yet determined expression, I stretched out the completed application towards the

Ethan opened his eyes, his surroundings unfamiliar. It soon became clear that he was in a hospital room. Frustration welled up within him as he realized that he despised being surrounded by crowds, a fact that Andrew seemed to know all too well and still forced him to go to the club with him . "You're awake," Andrew said with a smile before rushing out to call the doctor. Minutes later, the doctor arrived and conducted some tests on Ethan's body. "You're in good health now, but it seems you need to address your fear of crowds with a therapist," the doctor stated. Ethan, however, promptly stood up from the bed. "Thanks, but I don't require therapy," he replied curtly. The doctor tried to assert his authority, cautioning Ethan to rest for a while longer. Unperturbed, Ethan retorted, "You can't dictate what I should do," and proceeded to walk out of the hospital, determined to assert his independence. "He never listens," the doctor muttered under his breath. Just then, Ethan's phone