All The Truths - Rina Kent
Contents
Author Note
Blurb
Playlist
Chapter 1 - Reina
Chapter 2 - Reina
Chapter 3 - Asher
Chapter 4 - Asher
Chapter 5 - Reina
Chapter 6 - Reina
Chapter 7 - Asher
Chapter 8 - Reina
Chapter 9 - Asher
Chapter 10 - Reina
Chapter 11 - Reina
Chapter 12 - Reina
Chapter 13 - Asher
Chapter 14 - Asher
Chapter 15 - Reina
Chapter 16 – Reina
Chapter 17 - Reina
Chapter 18 - Reina
Chapter 19 – Asher
Chapter 20 – Asher
Chapter 21 – Reina
Chapter 22 – Reina
Chapter 23 - Reina
Chapter 24 - Reina
Chapter 25 - Reina
Chapter 26 - Asher
Chapter 27 - Reina
Chapter 28 - Asher
Chapter 29 - Reina
Chapter 30 - Reina
Epilogue - Reina
What’s Next?
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All The Truths
© 2020 by Rina Kent
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
To those who stand tall.
Author Note
Hello reader friend,
If you haven’t read my books before, you might not know this, but I write darker stories that can be upsetting and disturbing. My books and main characters aren't for the faint of heart. I don’t do trigger warnings, but if you need one, then my books are probably not for you.
If you, however, have read my other books, get ready for another twisted journey with complicated characters and intense passion you all love to hate.
All The Truths is the second book of a duet and is NOT standalone.
Lies & Truths Duet:
#1 All The Lies
#2 All The Truths
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Blurb
The truth doesn’t set you free.
Revenge shouldn’t be rushed. It needs to be savored.
Reina ruined my life and it’s only fair I ruin hers back.
Or that was the plan.
That was before she got under my skin and flowed into my blood.
Life as we know it crashes and burns.
All we have left is revenge.
Or is it?
Playlist
Illuminated – Hurts
Infinite – Silverstein & Aaron Gillespie
Divide – Bastille
Good Lesson – Bastille
Wherever You Are – Kodaline
Call Me – Shinedown
State of My Head – Shinedown
Kill Our Way to Heaven – Michl
Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco
No Shame – 5 Seconds of Summer
Empty Thoughts – Glass Tides
Death of Me – SAINT PHNX
Willow Tree – Twin Wild
Wrong – Depeche Mode
Running From My Shadow – Mike Shinoda & grandson
I Found – Amber Run
The Unknown – Crossfade
Just Give Me a Reason – Pink & Nate Ruess
What Have You Done – Within Temptation & Keith Caputo
Roots – In This Moment
Wasting My Time – Default
The Very Last Time – Bullet For My Valentine
Haemorrhage – Fuel
Love Falls – HELLYEAH
Some Kind of Disaster – All Time Low
You can find the playlist on Spotify.
The night of the assault
Life is unfair.
Its parallel lines and never-crossing patterns are like a curse.
No matter how much you run away from it, you always get pulled back.
Friday night lights fill the stadium as my squad’s members smile and jump. The crowd’s noise is like a rush of adrenaline for both the cheerleaders and the football players.
A small smile tugs on my lips as I stop near the exit and throw one last glance behind me, at Bree and Prescott, Lucy and Naomi, Owen and Seb.
And everyone else.
I never thought I would miss them, but then again, the whole robotic act was just that: an act. I never once thought they weren’t important, but I was a professional at making them believe they weren’t.
My gaze strays up of its own accord, to the spectators—the section for players’ families.
That’s where he always sits. In his closed-up, black mind, he still considers Owen and Sebastian family.
Which can never be said about me.
My fingers snake to my bracelet, feeling around the dainty material as I roam the crowd.
I know I won’t find him, but I still search anyway; that says something about my desperation.
It says something about how dysfunctional we are.
I wish this had started three years ago, but it’s been going on since Uncle Alex and Dad decided we were to be engaged.
Our relationship has been wrong and refused to be right ever since.
We just keep missing each other, over and over again.
Then he told