Fight For The Truth

Ganash family residence

Point of view of Ethan

"Alexa, you are incredible," he whispered to Alexa while I caressed her bare back with my fingers.

Since I saw her for the first time, I have been captivated by her beautiful honey-colored eyes and her black hair. She is a very beautiful woman.

I know I'm doing something wrong; Abby doesn't deserve this. But I fell in love with Alexa.

Now, we are in my room, at my parents' house, and we have made love since we were supposed to get together with a few friends to hang out for a while, but it ended up being a big party.

"I know... baby," He responds with a sensual purr. "Will you finish that?"

It saddens me to break Abby's heart. She is a great girl, and Ailen warned me well that Abby is special and that before being a sister, she was a woman. She made it clear to me that if I broke Abby's heart, she was going to rip my balls out and make them swallow them. But I couldn't help it.

"Yeah, baby. I can't get away from you anymore... Not anymore"

"Ethan, I didn't want things to be like this," she murmurs worriedly and clings to my body.

"Neither do I, but it hasn't happened today. From now on, it will be just you and me," she promised, raising her face so that she could look me in the eyes.

"If only you and me..."

XXX

Point of view of Jose

Oh, Mother! This will surely make Abby tell Ethan to fuck off.

I'm standing outside a room that I assume is that of Ethan Ganash's asshole. This house is beautiful. I already imagined it well. Ethan, like Ailen, lived in cotton wool. It's not for nothing that his father has made an effort to give them the best education that money can buy...

Pity.

In terms of moral principles, they seemed to need to reinforce the lesson.

While those two fuck like there's no tomorrow, their girlfriend -my Abby-is looking for her supposed boyfriend. But just as knowing this will break her heart, I will be the one in charge of beating her heels.

This is my moment.

XXX

Point of view of Abby

"Abby, letting Ethan get lost... he's even going to do you a favor. Plus, regardless of whether he's my brother, he's not the man for you," Ailen tells me during a party that she's gotten out of hand.

"Ailen. We have to stop."

"To look for that idiot, Ethan. Take another shot, and I assure you that after that, my brother will be worth three cucumbers", interrupts me and pours two shots of Tequila on the counter of the mini bar that she has in her parents' mansion.

"Ailen..." I scold her.

She has no respect, even for her brother.

"Really. You'll see that in less time than a rooster crows, you'll forget about him," she insists, hands me a shot of Tequila, and toasts, "Cheers, Abby, because being single is the best!"

"Abby, darling! Sorry for interrupting you, but I have to tell you something." Jose arrives next to us, almost panting.

"I'm listening to you, José"

"Alone," he tells me, looking eloquently at Ailen.

"Don't worry"

Don't play; Ailen is my best friend.

"Whatever you say." He takes a deep breath and suddenly says, "Ethan is fucking a woman in one of the rooms, and I heard him say that you were stupid and that you only served him as an ornament because you're disgusting as a woman," he says. José left me frozen

"It's not true!"

How can you lie to me, with something like that? For God's sake, he is my friend.

"If you don't believe me, follow me, and I'll take you where that bastard fucks another woman while saying the worst things about you." His confidence scares me.

No, no, no. There must be a mistake here.

"Ailen!" A man calls, but I am so petrified by what José said that I can't figure out who is calling Ailen.

"Listen, Abby. I know my brother, so I suggest you follow him... I'll go see what he wants."

I swear, if what you say is real, I'm going to kill Ethan myself!

XXX

Point of view of Gianna

The cocky fool comes down the stairs, looking dazed, like something has happened to him.

"Ethan," I said with a cold voice full of resentment, a reflection of how I feel because of this son of a bitch.

He turns around and is surprised to see me there.

"Gianna, what a surprise to see you here," he responds hesitantly. He is super drunk.

"I found out that the Ganash were partying, and I thought, Why not go? And here I am," I said, feigning kindness.

"I see... What do you want?"

I know perfectly well that you don't like seeing me here.

"Talk to me, but you're very drunk, and that's how you disgust me."

Damn idiot.

"What would we talk about? The bastard do you have? Oh, I know! About the disgust that you give me," he responds sarcastically.

"Shut up, damn! Don't you dare call her a bastard? Elisa is your daughter. " I'm furious.

How is it possible that you continue to doubt his paternity? The girl is identical to him. Oh my God!

"Do not lie!! That girl is Elliot Fuller, or God knows who. And I'm no longer surprised by what a slut you are."

The damn thing is blatantly offending me, and not just right now, but since Elisa was born. Since we discovered that she was pregnant, she has taken it upon herself to defame me by saying that I am a whore. I know I made a mistake by cheating on him with Elliot, but jeez...! My daughter is his too. I'm tired of everyone pointing fingers at me because of her. This ends now.

"Shut up!" I raised my hand and slapped him. "I can't believe you rejected your daughter! You're a fucking bastard"

Because of them, my parents have turned their backs on me. If it weren't for the fact that at that time I was already starting to form my architecture studio, my daughter and I would be dying of hunger.

"Get out of here, bitch!!" he says while putting his hand on her cheek, where I just slapped him. "And listen to me carefully: I will never take care of your bastard... That girl is not mine, and even if she were, you deserve to be alone because of what a whore you turned out to be. Your contempt for my daughter leaves me stunned."

"You are the worst, Ethan; you only deserve death." I am furious and hurt. I feel humiliated.

"Go away, bitch. Go become a prostitute, so you can feed your bastard."

It won't stay like this. You paid me for this, Ethan!

XXX

Point of view of Eduard

A piece of music makes the Ganash mansion shake, and I reject one beer after another offered to me by the different people who are offering it all over the place.

"Little Brother, get rid of that face. At this rate, you're going to be a virgin at 40," my brother whispers in my ear.

"Suck it." I gave him a comb and left.

"Oh no! Come here," he pulls me by the collar of my shirt. "You're going to drink this cocktail, and you're going to go into Madagascar penguin mode to fuck someone, and I don't give a shit if it's a man or a woman."

"Shut up...!"

"No. And you're not leaving here until I'm sure you have got laid. Don't fuck with me...! You're almost 28 now, and you only go from work to home and from home to work."

It takes me... He's already started again with his You Only Live Once speech.

"Are you listening to me, idiot?"

"Yes, idiot. Strong and clear," I replied in a bad mood.

"Let's see, what or who is waiting for you in the attic that I almost had to drag you out of?"

"Ross on Skype from Taiwan," I respond now, sulking.

"And you're complaining about me giving you my speech," he demands, taking a bottle from the house's mini-bar. "You're going to drink this whiskey, and you're going to smile and greet every woman or faggot who comes in front of you, and so you can see that I am a good big brother, I bought you your box of balloons because without them there is no party," he continues telling me while he hands me a glass with whiskey and ice and puts a wallet with four in my shirt pocket condoms.

"I hate you," I muttered to him as I saw him leave.

"Cheers to you, bro... You're making your debut tonight!" shouts my idiot brother, and he walks away, moving to the beat of a disgusting and vulgar reggaeton song.

Shit. This stupid guy took the keys to the Q7 out of my pocket, and my driver is on his honeymoon with my housekeeper... Shit, again.

I had better get used to the idea that my idiot brother would be responsible for returning home, and I gulped down the whiskey he served me.

EW!

This looks like cat urine. I left the glass on one side to see if anyone dared to wash the dishes, and looked in the cellar of this cabinet for a Sancerre.

Damn, the Ganash has a terrible taste in wine. This could pass for cologne. But I won't give up, and am I hoping that someone here will have a glimmer of common sense when they buy alcohol? I found a bottle of Jack Daniel's at the bottom.

It could be worse.

As I got up from the ground, I saw a beautiful girl with brown hair enter through the door that leads to the backyard of the mansion.

Vary your type, Fuller.

My insidious conscience whispers to me.

I look at her with interest and see that yes, she is very much my type: Petite, thin, pale skin, brown hair, long legs clad in tight black jeans, decent-sized breasts, a small and upturned nose, full lips, and, to make matters even more attractive, she has beautiful blue eyes.

I take the bottle, and not finding any more glasses, I venture to drink from the bottle and approach that girl. I haven't had a submissive for almost a year, and I already miss her...

"Hello. Are you okay?"

"I...? I'm great, perfect, Wonderful! Can't you tell?" the brunette answers me, and because of the sarcasm that spills out of each word, no, it's not right.

She turns from one end to the other in front of the gate and pulls her hair. She is furious.

"There are no clean glasses anymore, and I'm kind of stupid when it comes to washing them, but a sip of whiskey will relax you." I told him, offering him the bottle.

She takes it and doesn't stop looking at me, but at least she stopped. She was already making me dizzy. She takes a generous gulp and shudders, pouting. She looks lovely. She manages to calm down, and after taking a deep breath, she smiles and hands me the bottle.

"Thank you. My name is Abby."

"They do not deserve it. My name is Eduard."

Point of view of Abby

Shit.

My whole body hurts, my head, back, waist, buttocks, vagina, even my hair hurts.

Moment. The vagina? What the hell...?

Looking at my surroundings, I realize that I am in my room. How did I get home? I am also amazed to see that I am wearing a very comfortable and warm bathrobe with the letters FK embroidered on the right lapel. Why am I covered in a bathrobe?

I got up, and my legs hurt too; they felt heavy and even twisted. I go to the mirror in my room, and the bathrobe opens... I'm naked!

What the hell happened?

I get instantly dizzy and decide I need to take a well-deserved bath. No. A shower would be better.

I get under the shower head and turn on the cold water. As the water falls, vague memories of hands touching my entire body come to mind. I wash myself quickly and brush my teeth. I don't remember exactly what happened, and Kate is the only person I trust who can tell me what I did during the party.

I quickly dress in some leggings and a loose University of Vancouver t-shirt; I lift my hair and comb it into a loose ponytail; and dash, I run out to the kitchen to get ibuprofen and lots of water. I am very thirsty.

As I enter the kitchen and look for the pills, I see from the corner of my eye that the coffee maker is on and that Ailen is walking towards the door accompanied by a tall, blonde, disheveled boy. I ignore them and find the medicine bag in a drawer on the counter.

"See you around, baby," the boy murmured to Ailen.

Wailing...

Oh my God! They are at the door of the apartment, and they are doing their dirty things.

Two seconds later, Ailen appears with a smile that threatens to split his face in two. She sees me and sighs.

"Oh, Abby! I didn't know there were men so well-endowed, handsome, intelligent, and with so much money. He is the perfect man!" She tells me, sighing.

Where were her manners?

"Well endowed?" I stammer, confused.

Great, I'll play along.

"Yes, his penis is huge," she tells me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Fuck! I didn't have to know about the intimate characteristics of your current flirts"

I and my damn curiosity.

"Sorry, it's just perfect. And now? He also knows how to cook. He prepared breakfast, and it was exquisite," she boasts to me.

"Don't tell me they did it in the kitchen." How disgusting! I complained and took the two pills with a huge glass of ice water.

"Coffee will help you more," she tells me, and she goes in to pour a cup.

"You know I don't like coffee," I reply.

"But you look terrible. Believe me, it will suit you better than tea," she insisted, and I received the cup.

Burn! It is very hot and very strong. And it lacks sugar.

"It hurts!" I exclaimed plaintively and grabbed my head with both hands.

"I'm not surprised. You can't stand anything. Two shots of whiskey, and you were already drunk and frolicking with a guy. It reminded me of In Bed with Madonna.

"Two shots of whiskey? Me frolicking?"

"Yeah. You were with a sexy guy, cuddling and drinking Jack Daniel's whiskey"

"Oh my God! Well, what the hell did I do?!" I asked her, increasingly confused.

"I don't know exactly, but from what I saw, you had a great time after you went to see Ethan."

"That? I don't understand," I murmured, and I was going to lie down on the couch.

"Well, do you remember when José came to tell you that he heard Ethan fucking someone else in his room?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I didn't know what happened because they called me, but after a while, you appeared in front of me, hugged by Eduard Fuller himself, already very in tune, and you asked me for a room."

"Oh, Mother..."

"Yes, obviously. I asked what had happened, and you told me that you were going to show Ethan that he who laughs last laughs best. Elliot and I took them to a guest room because there was no way you were going to fuck in my bed."

"Heavens...!"

"In the early morning, my parents called, saying that they would return before Paris, and I went to look for you in the room." She stops and takes a sip of his coffee. "When we entered, we found several condoms on the floor, your clothes, Eduard's, and yours. And him lying in bed"

"Holy shit! It can't be...!" I shouted, forgetting the hangover.

They saw me naked!

"Elliot didn't see you. He immediately came out of what covered you with a bathrobe, and that's when he came back in to help me. First, we took you out, then Eduard, who also had quite a few drinks and was babbling to Elliot to see if he would stop screwing him about how he's gay and how he fucked you like a stud. And I don't doubt it. Eduard fell asleep in the SUV they brought, and we took you up to your room, so you could get a good night's sleep," my best friend tells me, trying to calm me down.

"Ailen... I... I just..." I stammer, embarrassed by my behavior.

"I don't know if I ever told you to never fuck someone out of spite, but no way. If it was Eduard Fuller, it would not be a big deal."

"Damn! No, no, no. This is a mistake... I mean... How do you think I fucked a billionaire with a reputation for being gay in your parent's house? No! YOU ARE CRAZY... I couldn't have lost my virginity in a drunken state and with a stranger... Damn! You're wrong... I have a boyfriend... I have to see Ethan."

"Don't invent, Abby! What are you going to tell Ethan? Also, José supposedly told you that he was fucking another woman in his room. What happened, I mean, that you started drinking with a stranger and had sex in one of the rooms of my house?"

"I don't know, Ailen. I have no idea..."

"Well, remember, girl, because if you used an eye for an eye, it's best to finish. You don't deserve it, and he's not worth it," she tells me, and she goes to her room.

I stay in the living room, trying to remember what I did during that party. I do not remember anything!

I go to my room to look for my cell phone, and no matter how much I rummage and turn the room upside down, I can't find my bag. I'll tell Ailen that we should go to her house to get my bag and see if we didn't make a mess, although, out of decency, I think we also have to clean up the mess.

"Ailen, I think we have to go back to your house... I forgot my bag with my cell phone and my keys"

"Yeah come on. I want to give Dad's employees a well-deserved tip. We left the house in a mess and I think they won it if they managed to clean everything before they arrived," she tells me, amused, as she catches up with me in the living room.

We take a coat and as we are about to open the door we hear a knock.

"Good morning..." Ailen and I greeted them, surprised.

In front of us are two huge guys, serious and looking like police officers.

"Miss Ganash, Miss Harris. Good morning. We come from the police department. I'm Detective Samuel Clark and my partner, Marcus Welch."

I imagined it. Policemen. I think we're in trouble.

"It's a pleasure, officer. How can we help you?" Ailen asks, embarrassed, the guy who introduced himself as Clark.

"We need you to accompany us to the Ganash family residence," the man answers very seriously.

"That? Did my father sue us for damage to private property? I'm his daughter... for God's!" she denies.

I don't think Ailen's employees deserve that tip.

"Ladies. We regret to inform you that a homicide occurred at said residence. We need you to come with us. Now"

What the fuck happened yesterday?

"Wait a second... What are you talking about? My brother and I had a meeting that got out of control and there was a big party, but not a homicide... what do you think?" She says now, nervous.

"We are very sorry. We know it's not easy, but you should know. Her brother Ethan is the deceased"

"No... no... no... you are wrong... no!" I argued with dismay with the officers.

"Miss Harris, you also need to come. Her belongings were found at the scene. We must ask her some questions."

Point of view of Abby

It is incredible.

I'm in a room with a bar on the window, with only a table, four chairs, a door that doesn't have a lock, and opaque glass. I bet you can see everything from the outside to the inside. I don't see them, but I'm sure it has cameras and microphones.

I'm sitting in one of those chairs, and I've barely allowed myself to say a word. I'm shaking; I feel very cold, and it soaks me to the bone. I'm scared. I've held back my tears because I don't understand why they're questioning me.

A pile of photos of the Ganash mansion is scattered on the table, all of them of the gardens. In them, you can see empty glasses on the grass, in another you can see my bag on a sun lounger, thrown at random, and in others, you can see the contents of it and the pool, with Ethan's body in the background wrapped in oilcloth and many more about the drained pool and with more details of the discovery.

I can't believe Ethan is dead. I still don't understand how all this happened. I would like to cry, Ethan is dead. And what frustrates me the most is that I don't remember anything that happened after what José told me.

No matter how hard I try to remember, everything is blurry. I close my eyes, and what I see inside is a series of incoherent and out-of-order images. I'll never drink again.

"Miss Harris?" They took me out of my reverie.

I looked ahead, and there was one of the men who was going to pick up Kate and me from the apartment.

"I need you to repeat to me what happened last night. Avoid omitting details, please"

"Detective Clark?" I asked so as not to make a mistake when addressing the subject.

He nods and holds up the photos when he notices my shudder.

"Good. Ailen and I arrived at the mansion at 7:30 p.m. I was hoping to see Ethan at that meeting because we were dating, and we hadn't seen each other for several days. I didn't find it when I arrived. And I stayed with Ailen. I don't know what time, but one of my friends, whose name is José, came and told me things." I stop when I bitterly remember what José told me that he heard.

"Continue, miss," the detective asks me when he notices that he took too long to speak.

I swallowed and shook my head to stop myself from crying.

"Jose told me: Ethan is fucking a woman in one of the rooms, and I heard him say that you were stupid and that you were of no use to him other than as an ornament because, as a woman, you are disgusting."

"What did you do?" Clark asked me with a gesture that seemed morbid to me.

"I became very anxious and nervous. I didn't understand what was happening, and Ailen, being her sister, advised me to go find out what was happening. I don't remember anything else until this morning."

"What did Miss Ganash say to you?"

"Listen, Abby, I know my brother, so I suggest you follow him." Those were Ailen's words.

In every pause I make, the detective takes note of every word I say and observes my body language, but I don't think I'm saying anything with my body other than the confusion and sadness about how an impromptu party ended in this.

"Miss, I need you to make an effort. Try to remember what happened next," Detective Clark asks me.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply to try to calm down and remember.

"He who laughs last laughs best."

"You're beautiful, baby..."

"Your gray eyes are beautiful."

"I want you to do it. I'm so drunk, I'm sure it won't hurt!"

"You're so tight. It feels delicious."

"Do you like it? Because I love being inside you."

"Your boyfriend is stupid, and so am I, but I admit that I love you, and I wouldn't even let you go."

"Gray-eyed stallion, I love you, but I can't take it anymore."

SHIT!!!

How do I remember this in a situation like this?!

I sigh and try to calm myself. I'm not telling the detective this! I take a sip of tea and try to calm myself by thinking about flowers and ponies. But the beautiful gray eyes and that series of phrases shouted between me and a stranger did not leave my mind. What the hell did I do last night?

"I don't know if it's important..."

"Everything you and those involved did yesterday is very important," Detective Clark whispered to me in a penetrating voice.

"I don't know if it happened or if it was a dream, but last night during the party, I think I had sexual relations with someone at the party. I was with one of the guests at that party for almost the entire evening." I murmured, embarrassed, and probably blushing because I felt my cheeks burn.

Detective Clark is not surprised to hear me say this. After taking my order, he asks me to wait a moment and leaves the room.

"Miss Harris, you claim that during the evening you had a sexual encounter with a guest at the party, but she also says she does not clearly remember what happened. We will take her to a hospital to undergo the required toxicological tests and a vaginal examination to attach to the file since her alibi is not yet very solid."

"Vaginal exam? Toxicological tests?" I asked, increasingly scared.

As I leave the room, I see the Ganash family gathered in front of some agents' desks. Mrs. Diana was terrible. She couldn't stop crying; Mr. Damon just looked ahead stoically and held his wife's shoulder, and Ailen cried silently, holding her mother's hand.

"Ailen?"

"Don't come near me! Get away from me... Murderer!" She yells at me furiously.

"Ailen, I don't understand... I..."

"José said he heard you say that if what Ethan said was true, you would kill him... I didn't think you were capable!"

"But I don't remember what happened yesterday."

"You don't need it, you damn murderer!" I am going to take charge of doing justice to my brother, I swear to you.

"Ailen... please listen to me." I begged my friend.

"The evidence points against you. So whatever they do now will be to give justice to your boyfriend, my brother. Murderess!"

"You!" She screams in the voice of a hysterical woman.

I looked up and saw a very pretty girl, with black hair cut like a mane. Your eyes are swollen; she's been crying. I remember seeing that girl.

"You, damn, you killed Ethan!"

What? I don't understand what's happening here. I'm disconcerted

"MURDERER... YOU COULD NOT STAND THAT ETHAN FELL IN LOVE WITH ME AND OUT OF YOU KILLED HIM!" The girl screams, crying hysterically, leaving me frozen.

"No... I... I didn't." I could no longer hold back my tears, and I let them fall like waterfalls.

"OF COURSE YOU DID! I HEARD YOU... YOU SAID YOU WOULD KILL HIM! YOU DID IT, DAMN KILLER!" The girl tries to lunge at me to hit me, but the police don't allow her.

"That? I did not go. Maybe I don't remember what happened, but I'm sure I'm not a murderer."

"Now I understand everything... I loved you like a sister. I know Ethan was a womanizer, and I warned you... but you had no right to take his life!" Ailen says, crying, "Murderer! Damn, murderer!" Each accusation is like a dagger that pierced my lungs.

"I didn't do it!" I shouted.

Detective Clark comes out to catch up with me and tells Ailen to stay calm.

After that, he walks me to the door, and as I leave the police building, I see an Audi R8 arrive and two guys get out of it. One is tall, blonde, muscular, and blue-eyed. The other guy is a little shorter, also muscular, and has messy copper hair. He is dressed in black jeans, a white linen shirt, and a casual black jacket. His face is beautiful; he has beautiful gray eyes.

I walk from one side to the other after returning from the garden, and in front of me is a boy with gray eyes and messy copper hair with a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey.

"There are no clean glasses anymore, and I'm kind of stupid when it comes to washing them, but a sip of whiskey will relax you," he tells me, offering me the bottle.

I take the bottle without taking my eyes off him, take a sip, and shudder with the burning of the liquid running down my throat. The alcohol calms me down and, after taking a sigh, I smile and give him the bottle back.

"Thank you. My name is Abby."

"They do not deserve it. My name is Eduard."

Is he? He's the guy from last night.

"Abby!" he calls me surprised.

"Eduard?" He approached me immediately.

I see Clark move away from me to give me space and the guy with gray eyes takes my hand.

When our skin comes into contact, I feel like I shudder, and he feels the same because he loosens his grip.

"What's happening, where are they taking you?" he asks me, worried.

"I don't know... they think I killed Ethan... I wasn't..." I murmur, trying to calm down, but I'm terrified.

"I believe you, baby," he whispers to me and holds my hand tightly. "Be calm. I'll go after you in the car and see what I can do"

Clark approaches me and hurries me to walk to go to the hospital. She helps me into the car through the back door and I feel overwhelmed by everything that has happened.

I turned back a little, saw the seat and saw Eduard running into his car and driving away. He's already coming after me.

"Do you know him?" Detective Clark asks me, looking in the mirror and continuing to drive.

"Yes... I mean, no... he's the boy I spent the night with," I said, embarrassed.

The detective stops suddenly.

"Do you know who that guy is?"

"His name is Eduard."

"It's Eduard Fuller, the most sought-after bachelor of the moment and the second-richest man in the country."

"I..."

"Miss, I think it is very important to prove that you were with that guy. It's crucial. Although they will have to verify the time that you were intimate with the gentleman and the time that Mr. Ethan Ganash died"

How will I know the time that I was with Eduard?

"What does it have to do with this?"

"If you spent the night with that man, you are probably innocent..."

"Likely? I didn't kill him. I'm sure"

"We'll see, miss..."