Accused Novel Novels & Stories

Faced with the reporters’ relentless questions, Lia completely panicked. Her tears were no longer an act; they were real fear. “I… I can explain…” she stammered. A reporter from The Wall Street Journal was merciless. “Explain what? How you framed Miss Caroline and then stole her job and her office?” The livestream chat was now a firehose of outrage. These two are disgusting! They took her money, used her connections, and then stabbed her in the back!

Who would have thought…" She trailed off, letting the sentence hang in the air. Everyone in the room immediately turned on us, pointing and sneering. "The real wife's here, and you're still pretending!" "Look at her trembling. Anyone can see that she's faking it." I frowned and reached for my phone to call the police. However, Janette snatched it from my hand, a smirk spreading across her face. "What, calling for backup now?" Ruth shoved me to the ground, sending Agnes tumbling down beside me. She looked down at us. "Do you have any more proof to back up your story?"

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

The police heartlessly handcuffed my wrists with cold handcuffs and solemnly said, "You are suspected of a criminal offense. Please come with us." I was dumbfounded, "Criminal offense? Who did I offend!" "Mr. Quentin Bennett!" I looked at Quentin in shock, and he gazed back with a cold look, full of hatred, as if he had been seriously wronged by me. "Bennett! Speak with a clear conscience! When did I offend you? Provide a time, place, and incident! I can't carry the burden of a criminal offense without any clear accusations!" Quentin crossed his arms, looking like someone who had encountered a major disaster and passively resisted, "It's you, it's you! You undressed me, even touched me, and

My hand trembled over my mouth when I saw the terms of the contract that presented Andrew the opportunity to jointly own and control everything Beatrice had in her name. Andrew didn't just marry an heiress but has become an accidental billionaire, and I, his maid. My voice was pitch high. I continued to read the document, but now more desperately, and when I reached the terms that stated the breaches of the agreement, I settled into the chair and read in full concentration.

After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness. The doctor said she was projecting her trauma onto me. She subconsciously viewed me as her attacker, as an unforgivable sinner. Her parents didn't correct her. Neither did mine. I did nothing wrong. But everyone else could be saved as long as I sacrificed myself. Samantha filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of marital assault, and hired a team of lawyers. But the judge wasn't a fool. Due to a lack of evidence, Samantha's claims were dismissed after several hearings.

A murmur moved through the chamber, thick and nasty, the kind of sound people make when they’ve already decided what they want the ending to be. I stood there in the center of it and let the accusations wash over me, every single one polished and arranged like someone had taken time building the perfect criminal queen narrative around me. Which, honestly, was almost flattering. If they were going to frame me, at least they had the decency to make it sound impressive. The elder lowered the page and looked at me with a little too much satisfaction. “How do you plead, Vivienne Moreau? Guilty… or not guilty?”

She heard her boss announce as she reached the kitchen. "Yippie!" She ran over to the kitchen counter, wagging her invisible tail. "What are you? A puppy?" He chuckled. "Woof," She played along. He laughed. She then noticed the laptop at the table, "You read my novel?" She asked, her eyes sparkled, "How was it?" "Full of cliches and grammatical and spelling errors," He stated. "Oh come on, cliches are life, and it was my first draft, I have yet to edit it," She pouted.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,