Believing Me Ingrid Clayton Novels & Stories

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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There was something obviously wrong with me! “He choked twice on his dinner. I’m guessing Crystal guessed what was going on, although I couldn’t be too sure. I felt like shit! Why did I do that, Claire?” I groaned and squatted, berating myself internally for being such an asshole. “This is great! This is absolutely wonderful news, Blake Lindell!” I didn't know why I thought that meeting with Claire and talking to her about this would make me feel better. She was obviously pro-Anthony and whatever news I had regarding him would always be received gladly, regardless of the fact that it meant I was a cheating, lying asshole.

“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."

Killion gritted his teeth. He turned to look at the men in the cells, “So, who is the leader of this fucked up bullshit?” I felt the alpha command in all of that, and I heard choking as they tried to keep their mouth shut, then I heard a sentence that nearly brought me to my knees. “It’s Abernathy, Rupert Abernathy.” I stopped breathing.

It is as simple as knowing that I need her, and she needs this. No. It is as simple as knowing that she is right. Ingrid has lost a lot, but she’s never been forced to kill like my siblings or me. She wouldn’t charge into that without thinking. As Joli said, Ingrid believes Kaloni confessed to her. We’ve come down to belief again. I throw myself into a shift and start the long run back to the cave. If it’s a matter of belief, I believe Ingrid. I swear it on every star in the sky. She never needs to know I hesitated, and nothing has to change.