Novel & Cerita Believing Me Ingrid Clayton

“Did you manage to fix your boy problems?” “I...” She was looking at me so expectantly that I couldn’t bring myself to say no. She probably thought that she had given me important information and a solid reason why I shouldn’t still be mad at him for whatever he did to me and she figured we were cool now. Then again, I couldn’t bring myself to lie to her – because Claire Reagan wasn’t the kind of person you lied to – so I just didn’t answer. “You have got to stop taking your injection without checking the measurements,” I said instead. She groaned and rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

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.

“You’re all I have.” Lies. Her every word, every touch and promises had all been lies layered upon lies, so perfectly crafted I had built my life upon them like a fool even when Freya consistently warned me My aura flared again, unstable. “You’re lying,” I said quietly to Vaelorra. “Ingrid was an orphan.” Vaelorra’s lips curved faintly. “No,” she said. “You should have realized by now that you can't trust any memory you had with her.” The truth of that struck harder than any blade. My wolf recoiled, confused, enraged, and disoriented.

Calculated, precise choices. Still… Claire. Damn her. I remembered the way she used to look at me. Like I mattered. Like there was something good left inside me. That was the problem with women like her. They made you believe in redemption right before they handed you a shovel and pointed to your own grave. The phone buzzed again. “Discredit starts tonight. He'll back off.” I stared at the message. My fingers hovered over the screen, almost uncertain. Then I typed: “Make sure he does.”

Narrowing my eyes down as she stared up at me with a plea. I almost fell for her pitiful act. “You must really have a death wish. I can see it written all over you.” One stomp was enough to shake off her grip, her fists tightening. "Talk, or I'll take out that tongue myself." Taking a deep breath i smirked, a twisted and cruel one. “I have a thousand ways to make you beg for death.” Her breath started turning erratic. “Room 491! Miss Ingrid—she told us to drug Miss Belmont! She set a man inside to use her, to record everything… please, I had no choice!”

“ ella you have to believe me what would I have to lie about?” I don't know but I will find out what it is..i threatened and poked his chizled pectoral's. The choice was made for me before we could go further . we both stilled as heard loud screaming outside the door . Oh my gosh !” freaked out at his sudden reaction. my lungs burned with every breath. The air couldn’t come fast enough the room blurred .Clayton roll on top of me Pinning me down with his weight. He cupped my face making me state into his deep smoke colored eyes “ listen to the sound of my voice ..deep breaths Ella” I took a few calming breaths “that’s a good girl ,when you calm down I will slowly get up and off . I’m not goi

When he walked in, he saw Ethan slumped on the couch, eyes empty and lifeless. The elderly maid stood across from him, her expression distant. "It's not as if I'm just now telling the truth. Over the past year, when did Miss Seraphina ever lie about what happened?" Ethan stared blankly at her, as if he hadn't heard a word. Looking at how lost Ethan was, Damian instantly knew that Ethan had finally found out about the truth as well. The maid's voice trembled with pity. "I watched her grow up. I know she could be proud and stubborn sometimes, but she would never hurt anyone with tricks or lies."

I mean, geeze talk about a wakeup call, “Leave it to your wolf and what she thinks is deserved for the challenge.” I nod and then start to walk outside. Again, she seems surprised, like perhaps she thought I would be shitting myself at the idea of a challenge and a fight. This woman is so fucking clueless I almost feel sorry for her. She follows me and I can hear her heels as they clip across the floor.

Then he set the phone face down on the table and picked up his water glass and took a slow drink and set it back down, and the control of that, the deliberate measured calm of it, told her more about what it was costing him than any reaction would have. “What is she saying,” Bianca said. “Play it,” he said. She turned the phone back over and pressed play on the link Kemi had sent. The sound was low but the restaurant was quiet enough. Ingrid’s voice came through, steady and carefully broken, the performance of a woman who had practiced this particular register. “I love my brother,” Ingrid was saying. “And it’s because I love him that I can’t stay silent while I watch someone take advantage o

Every word I spoke landed like a hammer to his chest. "Why should I forgive you just because you're sorry? You betrayed me and dragged me through endless pain. If you spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and suffering, that's exactly what you deserve." My voice held no warmth, only a resolute finality about the past. Carlen collapsed to his knees and crawled toward me. He clung to my leg tightly as he sobbed uncontrollably. "But I was set up, Irene! I was innocent. Someone drugged me with an aphrodisiac. Lily did it on purpose!"