Allegedly Novels & Stories

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.’

Delilah's lips stretched into a notorious smirk, one that didn't impress Malfred at all. "Even if you get this specific lawyer, it doesn't ignore the fact that you allegedly leaked the tapes." "Oh pipe down Malfred." Delilah groans. "If you want to throw dirt at my name be bold. What's the point of using 'allegedly' if you're sure why don't you provide evidence. What makes you think I leaked them, I had no idea that they existed until the day they were leaked." Delilah boldly defends herself. She mostly talked this much to keep Malfred busy, the court invested and to buy enough time for Kelly.

I snorted. “You think that’s enough.” “It’s enough to start a rumor. I’ll add a little fuel to the fire and it’ll at least urge Owen not to be so blatantly on his side for no good reason.” I chuckled. “You’re going to start a rumor about your brother’s scandalous relationship with my ex-husband? Is that legal?” He shrugged. “It’s not illegal. A rumor isn’t slander or libel with you put “alleged” on it.” I shook my head. It sounded simple. The idea was definitely amusing in a vicious way, but my thoughts turned back to what could happen next.

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*.

NORTHGATE WOMEN'S ATHLETIC BOARD CLEARS WOLVES OF MISCONDUCT ALLEGATIONS. The headline told you the result before you got to the story. That was how headlines like that worked, to signal the direction so you arrived at the detail already knowing which way it went. Her name was in the third line. Lena Marsh, 21, a forward with the women's programme, who had alleged, that word, alleged, like it was uncertain, like her account was just one possibility among several, misconduct by a male member of the men's team. After joint training sessions.

Samantha sent out a lot of people to look for me, but of course, they couldn't find me. My body was still in the morgue. The police and the coroner kept calling her, asking her to come identify and sign off on the body. But Samantha only trusted her own belief. She was convinced the body was a fake and that I was hiding somewhere, laughing at her. After yet another call from the police, Samantha snapped. She threw things around the villa, furious.

"The most solid proof? He’s had these two figurines in his room for years. On the base of the female figure, there are the initials ‘AB’ carved into it… Isn’t that your initials? There’s no way that’s a coincidence. "And there’s more. Archie even said when Leon heard that he was going on a blind date with you, Leon’s expression darkened so badly it scared the kid…" The more my mom talked, the more shocked I became. With so many overlapping details, it was becoming impossible to dismiss them as mere chance.

“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.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong.” “She shows up, and suddenly Rider is angry, jealous, distracted,” Jordan replied. “You don’t find that suspicious?” I hesitated. I knew he wasn’t lying, but Daniella was harmless and I knew she wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I think her presence was planned,” he continued. “Maybe not by her. But by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.” I sighed. “You’re overreacting Jordan.” “Am I?” he asked. “Or are you too close to see it clearly?”