Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

Her warmth and welcoming demeanor, the image of an innocent girl oblivious to the world's horrors—I had been mistaken. Fionna was a double-crosser, an asset of the South. "J-just how could you do such a thing?" Initially, my voice wavered, but it steadily gained in both tone and volume. "How could you possibly have betrayed them!?" I frustratingly brushed my hair, employing all of my willpower to refrain from lashing out. Keeping my emotions in check required a significant effort on my part. "I-if you wanted me...then you could've at least..." Unable to finish my thoughts, I muttered, my voice cracking.

Lilith’s POV “That’s ridiculous, how do you expect me to believe Ben had no hand in the attempted assassination of my life?” Adam asked, his face plastered with a frown. I sighed, knowing it would be difficult to convince him. Whenever his mind was made up, breaking through a wall with one’s finger was easier than convincing him. “I know this sounds awkward, but you need to trust me, okay. Ben is innocent.” I caught sight of Ben’s eyes, watching every one of us. He had a smirk on his face which was the least expected thing I was hoping to see, considering the severity of the situation.

"I’m speaking the truth! Yvonne, if you had more faith in me, would things have turned out this way? I tell you, both you and I aren't entirely innocent. The innocent victim in our mess is Fiona. She had suffered things that she didn't need!" Yvonne blew up when she heard what Jackson had said about Fiona. 'Innocent? If Fiona is innocent, there will be no other innocent persons in this world.'

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 took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, and continued to plead my case. "I understand the gravity of these accusations, Detective," I began, my voice steady but filled with urgency. "But please, give me the chance to prove my innocence. Allow me the opportunity to uncover the truth behind this deception. I am certain that someone has set us up, manipulated the situation to cast doubt upon my character." The square fell silent, the tension thick in the air. I could feel the pack members' gazes fixated upon me, their curiosity mingled with a glimmer of hope. Their support bolstered my determination, as I refused to succumb to the weight of false accusations.

I've been stepping back from her, trying to keep her safe from the storm that is brewing in his eyes with every misdemeanour I tally against myself. Dread coils within me. Should I feign innocence and utter a simple no, when the truth gnaws at my insides—knowing I've taken his beloved Bambi from her room? The thought churns in my stomach like an unsettled meal. "Nothing," I declare, shaking my head in a bid for nonchalance, though the attempt feels shaky and insincere even to my own ears.

His voice is laced with worry, and I have to keep up the act. "Nothing," I responded, pretending to wipe away tears from my eyes. I need to make him believe that something terrible has happened and that Abigail's friendship is my top priority. It's crucial that he falls into my trap. "Tell me, please," he insists, his voice gentle but persistent. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. I need to convince him of my innocence and loyalty. "Please, stay away from me," I say, my voice trembling as I pretend to sob. "Abigail's friendship means the world to me right now." I hope my words strike a chord with him, playing into his concerns and insecurities.

A little prison The following morning is overcast and rainy at five in the morning. While she is still sleeping, I cannot. When Theo told me she had no background, my mind went crazy for the rest of the night. Her history is only two years old. She lied once more. What the hell just happened to me? Every time I tried to harm her, I eventually learned about her latest secret, which made me feel closer to her. “Good morning.” Huh.. a whisper..she gets up so early? When we finally stumbled upon one another, there was stillness. The silence is broken by a thunderous roll in the clouds.

Inside, however, every instinct I possess begins screaming. Too clean. Companies leave paper trails, money leaves trails, people leave trails—unless someone spends a fortune making them disappear. I stare through the window again. Sophie stands in front of a mirror while three women fuss around her. She looks annoyed—not frightened, not pretending—just normal. A strange feeling settles in my chest. She’s too young, too innocent. Nothing like him. Yet my mother was innocent, too—same with my brother, and me. Innocence has never protected anyone; instead, it only pushes them further into unseen danger.

Preparedness was key in a world where danger lurked in the shadows. "Stay vigilant," he used to say. "You never know who might stab you in the back when you let your guard down." Lorenzo Bellucci, a man who always seemed to know what to do, had fallen victim to that very trap. It served as a stark reminder that I had to be even more cunning than my father. "Here's the money," I said, handing the bills to Theo. "Thanks." He quickly counted the cash before pocketing it. "I'll make sure our weaponry is reinforced."