Believing Me Ingrid Clayton Novels & Stories

Each passing moment felt like an eternity, and the atmosphere grew increasingly suffocating. Ivan's eyes darted between Shawn and Sarah, his struggle evident. He desperately wanted to reach out to Shawn to confess the depths of his emotions, but fear held him captive. Guilt gnawed at his heart every time he looked at Sarah. She's the only woman who had not only believed in him and his love for her, she believed in their union.

I reply. Clara’s voice drops. “He used to trust me.” “That’s what happens when you lie for five years.”She doesn’t reply. I take one step closer.“You know what’s coming, Clara,” I say quietly. “He’s starting to remember and you can’t stop that. No lawyer, no judge, no photo-op is going to change what’s already waking up in him. ”Her eyes flash. “You think you’re the hero in this story.” “No,” I whisper. “I’m the ending.” Then I walk away.

"That woman is Clara Sterling. And this place, this house, is going to save lives. I know because she saved mine." She stepped back. The room was silent. Then someone started clapping. Then everyone. I wiped my eyes and walked to the podium. I had prepared a speech, but the words blurred on the page. I set the paper aside. "I was married for ten years to a man who made me believe I was worthless," I said. "He filmed me. He shared me. He hid my identity in a locked drawer. He convinced me that I had nowhere to go and no one who would take me in. I believed him for a very long time."

I was on edge, my nerves frayed, and my mind clouded with fear. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, that Ingrid couldn't possibly have that much power over me. But the memory of her smug smile and the coldness in her eyes haunted me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in grave danger. I couldn't trust anyone, not even Alpha Lance. I didn't know what Ingrid had told him, or what lies she might weave in the future to further her twisted game. I felt trapped, like a helpless prey in a web of deceit and manipulation.

, Mr Clifford convinced faith. "What if it doesn't work?" "They just trust me this once. Your name is Faith, so have faith in me", he replied and walked out of the room. He walked into the guest room and lay in bed facing the ceiling, as he thought of possible means to get hold of Dylan's hair since he already had Maria's hair with him. He wasn't done with the case yet. He had never lost a battle before, and it wouldn't be with a little businessman, who is just a major shareholder in a business that doesn't belong to his father.

Seeing Clayton walk aside and sit down against a pillar, Yrian, Yukha and Taotie looked at each other in confusion. Clayton was the most arrogant and stubborn creature ever. They never dared ask him for too much or control him. However, he had a lethal weakness—faithfulness. He lived by it and would never betray it. Now that he had made a mistake, his heart was full of guilt.

“Sweetheart, please forgive me. I strayed long ago, and I know how painful it is for you to face the consequences of my past, but I cannot abandon my son.” Mounia cooed sweetly, stepping closer. “Clayton, the past is the past. It was before my time. Igor is a lovely boy, and I am happy to be his stepmother.” Her expression suddenly sharpened into a playful, deadly smirk. “But if you ever cheat on me, I will cut your balls off.” Clayton swallowed hard, knowing she wasn’t joking. “Thank you for understanding, my love,” he squeezed out from a tight throat.

I turn back around only to find both of them staring at me, waiting for my verdict. "I don’t believe him." The words leave my mouth in a low, dangerous snarl. Ezra shifts uncomfortably in his seat, but Ingrid doesn’t react. She simply sits there, staring into the distance like she is lost in thought again. "Why?" Ezra breathes, his voice careful. "What part of his story do you think he cooked up?" I arch a brow at him, and scoff. "All of it, Ezra. I don’t believe a damn word."

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She didn’t seem convinced. “Did something happen? You were gone for a while.” I bit my lip, trying to push away the feelings swirling inside me. “Nothing happened,” I muttered, not wanting to talk about it. “Just... needed some time to myself.” “Luna,” Ingrid pressed, her voice gentle but insistent. “I might be overstepping my position but I have come to believe that You’re my friend, and I hope you know that I’m always here for you. Whatever’s going on, you can talk to me.”

Clarence leaned towards me with a frown. “Then why don't you tell her? Why do you lie Trent? Any reasonable lady should want to see you for who you are, not for who they want you to be. And if she's not cool with the real Trent Clinton Thames, the one who is the CEO of the Clinton cooperation and who doesn't give two fucks about his mother that abandoned him and asshole sister, then maybe she's not worth it at all,” Clarence said, doing a stellar job in shoving the truth in my face and making me doubt why I decided to butt into her life like an ordinary man in the first place. “Stop talking, you're actually starting to make sense,” I closed my eyes, not sure which of the prospects should hor