Allegedly 소설 & 이야기

All a rumor. * * *

Rhett's team had been efficient. The photograph had been placed carefully — not on the front page of anything serious, but on the right aggregator, at the right time, with the right caption language, so that by the time the serious outlets picked it up they were picking up a story that already had a shape. The shape was: *Nicole Anderson, the woman who ran a story accusing her husband of abuse and fraud, was herself conducting an affair with a younger man throughout the final months of her marriage.* The serious outlets added the word *allegedly*.

far-fetched. ‘Oh! Was Billy in any way involved?’ ‘No, but....’ ‘I like the word you used, ‘allegedly’. I believe Mr. Anderson was and still is innocent until proven guilty. And if he is guilty, what has Billy got to do with it? It is not like I Google potential boyfriends and their fathers before I have to go out with them.’ ‘What’s with the attitude now? I am not accusing your boyfriend. I just want you to be careful that’s all.’

mom pleaded with puppy eyes and I frowned titled my head. "What is it momma"I said raising my brow. "Take over the company please" "Huh"I said in shock. Alexander I groaned and answered my ringing phone, "This better be worth it Gloria" "Sir your family heirloom has been stolen" "What the heck!!!"I spranged up immediately

Amaya felt herself stiffen, heart racing as one man approached with a microphone. “Mr. Allucci-Rossi, can you comment on these allegations?” the reporter asked, brandishing a tablet with the doctored story on display. Damian’s hand tightened around hers ever so slightly, and he calmly placed an arm protectively around her shoulders. “These allegations are false,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and commanding. “All parties involved are aware of the truth. My family, my wife, and I are committed to honesty and transparency. Anything else is a deliberate attempt to mislead the public and disrupt our lives.”

“Maybe you know him as Mr. McCoy; he owns a store right down the street. Anyway, he invited me over for a business discussion.” He finished, but the lack of conviction in her gaze told him she didn't believe a word of that highly specific alibi, though his statement was technically not a lie. ​“Hmmm, shouldn't you be waiting for him at your designated location then?” she pressed, crossing her arms.

The urgency in her voice is because of the look on the healer’s face, which is not promising. The healer clears his throat and wipes off a bead of sweat on his forehead. Could he be nervous? “It… it seems he’s come down with a great ailment, one that has not been heard of, and I don’t have a clue what it might be,” he explains. “What?” Veronica asks in shock, fear written all over her face and evident in her voice. “What does this mean? You will help your king, won’t you?” she asks the healer, whose mind is full of many thoughts about his alpha’s health and safety. He cannot be known as the healer who folded his hands and watched the alpha succumb to this great ailment.

Cole suddenly stands up from his chair sliding across the floor and gaining everyone’s undivided attention. “What you think that because I claimed you and you’re a virgin that it makes you special. That hole better be gold plated if you act like you are so much better than anyone else. Who I sleep with has nothing to do with you. Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you would have already had a boyfriend and lost that oh so precious virginity of yours.” He sighs and continues. “I release my claim have at it boys.” “You have said claim two times in different conversations, what in the hell are you talking about?” I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once.