Novel & Cerita Believing Me Ingrid Clayton

Freda’s POV The floor shifted under my feet. I had never healed someone with the rate of injury Craig had. It had drained every part of me, but if the occasion called for it. I was going to do it over and over again. Clayton stood in front of us, his eyes wide in excitement, then he pointed at me. “I want her too.” Craig didn’t let the words land before pouncing on him. Clayton crashed on the floor, taking with him a few pieces of the furniture in the room. He groaned.

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.

"Is this why you brought me here? To antagonize me? I took the check, I gave it back, it's over! You just can't handle the fact that he loves me, not you! He'll never love you, Ingrid, so get over it!" I've made Ingrid speechless, and I know I should feel bad. But I don't; this woman is clearly insane. I grab my purse and thank her for the coffee. She's still crying, and for a minute I feel even more pity for her. "You need help, Ingrid," I say to her before leaving the coffee shop. **

Lucky Destiny didn't judge me; instead, she was so kind to help me. We took a few selfies together, and we were having a good time until Whitney barged in and, of course, threw insults at me, calling me retarded, as when she walked in, I was asking Destiny to show me something on the phone. “But what can you expect from a prostitute's daughter? Just foolishness.” "That's enough, Whitney. What even are you doing here?” Destiny defended me as she got up. “Well, your friends are here, so I should have asked them to leave then.”

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

"Yes, Tita Ingrid. I am sorry I didn’t tell you. You were so mad at me that time. I thought that if I told you, you would oppose us, Marl and me.. " “Marl?” Tita Ingrid’s eyes narrowed, and she looked at me curiously. I nodded, “Yes, Tita Ingrid. He’s a great Architect abroad. Ron Marl Montenegro.” Tita Ingrid blinked rapidly, turning to the person beside me. “I see…” I looked down to avoid her gaze. Even now, I still couldn’t lie, because my eyes always betray me.

I already had 20 years less of life… and a pregnancy could reduce my time by… eight or nine months, just enough to carry my baby and bring it into the world, handing it to its father. I felt a lump in my throat and bumped into someone passing by. Yes, I wasn’t even watching where I was going, walking automatically toward a bathroom I didn’t even know the location of. I looked up to apologize and found myself facing… “Ingrid?” My voice trembled. She smiled, something she rarely did. But I wasn’t naive enough to think it was sincere. It was pure sarcasm. “Mrs. Clifford! It’s been a while!” I could’ve called her out for being a tramp and said I knew about her scheme. Instead, I tried to move pa

“Poor, poor Aubrey Sinclair. Hopelessly in love with a Legacy heir, doomed to pine from afar. Tragic, really.” I stared at her, unimpressed. “That’s the best blackmail you could come up with?” Ingrid pouted, undeterred. “Fine. What if I said I’d tell Professor Hawthorne that you were the one who shattered his precious hourglass last week?” My fingers curled around the spine of my book. “You were the one who shattered his precious hourglass last week.” “Yes, but I am an excellent liar.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, shaking my head. “This is insane. Why is this so important to you?”

I’d catch myself watching her across the quad, wondering what it would feel like to have someone want me that clean without calculating what they could get out of it. God, I’d been such an arrogant bastard. She’d been simple and straightforward. Honest in a way that felt rare in my world. She never played games. I’d found it almost cute back then, the way she’d light up when I actually answered. And that was why I picked her to be my wife. So believed she would fit in the role perfectly. How the hell did we end up here? *** Clayton had the car idling at the curb, black SUV sleek and silent under the afternoon light. I slid into the back seat, door shutting with a solid thunk that cut off the

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