Novel & Cerita Believing Me Ingrid Clayton

She was still proud, still defiant, but her armor was brittle now. One of the junior employees, a young woman named Clara, stepped forward tentatively. “Mr. Blake… should we—?” I waved her off. “Stay out of it.” Clara nodded quickly, retreating to her desk. The rest of the employees were frozen, unsure whether to intervene or pretend they hadn’t witnessed the scene. Ingrid finally found her voice, sharp and trembling with fury. “You’re insane! I’m your wife! You can’t just drag me around the office and humiliate me!”

News or a program of that sort, and I also know who they'll be talking about if I do. Claude has been texting me, insisting that I shouldn't be so hard on myself. And part of me wants to believe him. But the other part? The part that knows I'm the reason that Ingrid leaked the journal? The one who spat to Sebastian that Gloria wasn't his real mother? The part that lied? That part sees Claude's testament as pure bullshit.

He turned to look at her and nodded. “I understand your fear. It would frighten me if I were in your place.” She continued, “The truth is I would do anything to get rid of the thing in my head. Every fiber of my being hates the very idea of it. But I’m stuck with it. So I want to use what’s happened to me to change our future.” “Forgive me ma’am, but I remember what you and your father were like,” Clayton said. “ I did my duty to the best of my ability, but I failed. I’m afraid that you will reap that upon my loved ones now that you have been found.”

“Look at me, Little Pea.” She didn’t. “Look. at. me,” I repeated with a gentle growl. She did. “Sweetheart, I want you to look into my eyes and see the truth in them when I answer your questions. Ingrid is a spiteful, selfish b&tch. Her problems have nothing to do with you. They have everything to do with her. You are not a ‘replacement’ for Ingrid. You could never be, because you are nothing like her. You are everything that is she is not.”

No matter how hard i try to run away, Dalon would always drag me back to the beauty salon. I even tried making a good excuse. He replied “Seriously, you really think i would believe you telling me that Ginger is in danger because of some zombie apocalypse..” he gives me an ‘are you serious look’. ” You really need to stop playing those zombie video games, it’s messing with your head.” He said poking my head.

The day Lily Bianchi returned from abroad, the Don Dario Moretti threw a street race in her honor. She was the woman he valued most. He ordered me to race, even though my old injuries hadn't healed. The wound on my arm tore open, and I lost control of the steering wheel. The car slammed head-on into a boulder. Pain ripped through me. When Dario drove past, he instinctively slowed down for a moment. Lily, riding shotgun, immediately rested a hand on Dario's shoulder. "Dario, why on earth did Lucia crash into the mountainside? Is it because you let me ride with you? She got jealous and hurt herself just to get your attention." Dario scoffed. "Nobody help her. She'll live. "Anyone who takes her

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

It was never about what could be proven. It was about what could be believed. I leaned back slightly in my chair, clicking into a video clip that had been circulating months ago. It wasn’t even well edited, shaky camera, poor audio, clearly taken out of context, but Clara’s face was there, caught in a moment of vulnerability. Tired. Defensive. Cornered. Exactly the kind of image that stayed in people’s minds long after they forgot the details. My lips curved faintly. “They don’t need facts,” I murmured under my breath. “They just need doubt.”

Matt went on, seeming somewhat disheartened. Clayton regarded his friend across the table. He was arrogant and impulsive, and he never thought before he spoke, but despite their differences, he was the only other man he would ever trust to take care of Camden. "If anything happens to me... You'll make sure she's taken care of, right?" Clayton asked, his vulnerability shining through. Matt nodded with absolute certainty. "Her and the baby... I'll make sure of it," he replied, putting Clayton's fears to rest. "Thank you," Clayton replied with an audible sigh of relief.

“The evidence against you is too much, Clayton. It’s too damn heavy. Funds missing. Unauthorized shipments. Correspondences traced back to your office. You understand how bad this looks?” “I know how it looks, Alpha. But I swear to you, I didn’t do it. Someone’s setting me up. You know me.” he argues. But do I really know him? I wanted to say yes. I wanted to believe him. Clayton was one of the few people I truly trusted. But things were not looking good for him at the moment with these accusations and I don't know what to believe. One thing I have learned is that trust is a dangerous thing. “I’ll give you a chance,” I say, finally.