Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

The bloody maid was scrubbing her so hard that her entire complexion had now gone red. Wouldn't it be unfair if she didn't return the same favour? Feigning innocence, her eyes went teary. “Apologies. I didn't know.. I was confused.” The maid bit her lip, looking aggrieved. Lei sneered inwardly. She’d lived with Lucas’ family for a long time, and she knew exactly how manipulative they were. How they could feign the utmost innocence, making you doubt your own judgement.

“It’s our engagement party, Zain. Our party. You were supposed to walk downstairs with me tonight, not be up here screwing my best friend like some scumbag!” Elaine. I should’ve known. I did know. But love makes you ignore the signs. And as a PR strategist, I’d learned the hard way that reality often lived in the silence between smiles. “Oh, don’t act surprised, Del,” Elaine said as she adjusted my silk robe around her half-naked body.“You’ve always loved the fairytale. I just offered him something a little more… exciting.” Her words were barbed, but Zain’s silence was worse. He just stood there, buttoning his shirt, indifferent to the nuclear fallout unfolding around us.

I can feel the weight of his judgment, his expectation that I will confess to the crime. Desperate to prove my innocence, I gather my courage and meet the alpha's gaze head-on. My voice trembles slightly as I speak, my words laced with a mix of fear and determination. “I swear, I had nothing to do with it,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper. “I was inside the changing room, occupied with trying on a dress, when the incident occurred.” I can see skepticism flicker in the alpha's eyes, his expression unyielding. He is not easily convinced, and I know that my words alone may not be enough to sway him. So, I grasp at the only lifeline I have left—the security footage.

If this is the last time they’ll see me, then they’ll see me as someone brave, someone who trusted but was abandoned, and someone who loved, but was betrayed. When I reach the platform of the guillotine, I face King Orvyn in the fiercest manner I can pull off, forcing courage into my trembling body. My broken voice rises above the silence. “I was innocent and obedient to every word of my superiors, even to you, my king… my fated mate. I trusted you more than I trusted myself. I cried in secret, where no one could hear, and I carried the pain alone, believing I was proving my loyalty to you while my suffering was all worth it.”

“I see the newly vindicated princes aren’t truly innocent.” “Said by the killer himself who tried to poison me just now.” He lost his words and looked at her. He was young and naive. Older than Fera but young by experience. His moves were almost flawless until Fera was well guarded. “As far as I know, I killed no one yet. I have never wronged anyone yet, I didn’t betray anyone yet. How did I become isn’t innocent when you are breathing still?” Her bloodshot eyes bore into his body as if she could see his soul.

“I didn’t touch her. I didn’t invite her. I came there because someone called me and told me to go. I thought it was a trap, but I didn’t think it would be this kind of trap. I thought it would be bullets, not this.” I crossed my arms and stared out the window, pretending to be angry. In truth, I was fighting the urge to smile. He was panicking so badly, so afraid that I would misunderstand, that something warm spread through my chest in a way I didn’t want to admit. “So,” I said coolly, “you’re saying you were innocent the whole time.” “Yes,” he said immediately. “Completely innocent. Tragic victim, framed. Betrayed and spiked.” “Spiked?” I repeated.

He then gave a pathetic fake cough and smiled sarcastically. "I don't know why the little sugar's with him." Frank chimed in with a pat on Byron's back as if they were old friends. They probably were considering they both hated Seth with every fibre of their beings. The prison officer rubbed his salt and pepper beard thoughtfully. "I agree. I mean, she's so innocent and you're so... not," he said to Seth, clearly trying to get on his nerves. Frank let out a sharp laugh, his rotting teeth visible through his grin and his eyes reflecting disturbing and vile thoughts. He was as ugly inside as he was outside. "Maybe not so innocent under all those clothes. Maybe Daisy just needs a real man t- "

Wen handing him a few bank notes. “No, I don’t take cash but you owe me a favor” said the tanned man. “She got lucky to be still breathing at this side of the world next time we won’t be easy on her.” “Trust me there will be no next time” said Mr. Wen. As soon as the tanned man disappeared behind the buildings Mr. Wen slapped Miho as she fall down. “Are you really that stupid Miho to come at this god forbidden place?!” yelled Mr. Wen.

Fedora had hated every second of backing her up, but Cynthia was her best friend. The locker sabotage. Junior year, Cynthia had slipped a cheating note into a classmate’s locker, framing her for stealing test answers. When the girl was caught, Cynthia feigned shock, gasping that she had seen the girl "acting suspicious." Fedora had known the truth but had kept quiet, biting her tongue as Cynthia played the innocent bystander.

Tomorrow, I would cry in front of the pack. I would weep for the fear I pretended to feel. I would tell them I just wanted to be safe. I would play the fragile daughter. The innocent one. And they would believe me. Because no one ever sees the poison when it wears a pretty smile.