Feigning Innocence Novels & Stories

But my mournful ululation wasn't because of the insincerity of his words but because I was trying to find even a trace of truthfulness in his voice. I wanted to drown in the comfort of his hold, I wanted to place my lips on his to show that I appreciated his comforting words, I wanted to close my eyes and let my heart call out to him because it believed in the words he said. But I couldn't, because once upon a time, the man before me broke my very being, and now I can't trust him. Just as I can't trust anyone, not even the air I breathe. ~END OF FLASHBACK~

My mother said looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm meeting up with her at The Vista club this weekend," I said adjusting my tie "Do you think she knows about what the family is really into?" She questions me "No she sounds too...innocent they must not want to break her too soon," I said "And I'm guessing you will?" She replied smirking evilly "Definitely besides this could work in our favor, the news only showed her in a mask probably not wanting to reveal her identity as of yet," I said

I felt his hand gently grab my arm, stopping me just before I reached the stairs. His tone was soft, tentative, like he was afraid I might shatter if he said the wrong thing. I turned to him, my chest heaving. "He shot me, right?" Mark said, looking me dead in the eyes. "And I’m still here, right? Just forgive him. I don’t think he meant it." The words didn’t make sense in my head. I wanted to scream, to shake him, to tell him it wasn’t that simple. That trust wasn’t something you could just stitch back together after it had been ripped apart like this.

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.

The Cage family had spoiled her rotten; she was arrogant and full of herself. A few minutes later, the Miller family and the Ferguson family arrived in court. Mrs Miller couldn’t sleep a wink. She applied heavy make-up to hide dark circles under her eyes. Ben, the reporter, approached them and asked, “Mr Ferguson, how did you feel when you heard that your son was accusing your daughter-in-law of attempted murder?” Mr Ferguson looked at Ben, the reporter, and replied, “I am ashamed to be called his father. I have no doubt in my mind that my daughter-in-law is innocent. She doesn’t have any evilness in her heart.

His eyes are now the same color as my terror. Dark Dark I can't breathe. "Are you prepared for exact revenge?" He beams a devilish grin. No You never know when it's you who needs to make restitution. Now it's occurring. a first for me. Girls in college discuss their initial experiences. Before turning eighteen, someone lost her virginity. She likes to snuggle after sex, which makes them blush. We've never had sex, yet Ronald still holds me every night. When I caught him, he had, but now he plays the game. He simply causes harm to people, and I am his next victim.

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.

As if he could see beneath the lies, beneath the mask, beneath the false innocence I wore like a second skin. “You,” he said after a moment, his voice low, rough. “You look… familiar. Your sense is familiar as well, someone that I know from distinct memory.” My heart skipped. I fought to keep my expression neutral. “I don’t think so,” I replied gently, turning toward the window again so he wouldn’t see how stiff my hands had become. “I’ve never lived in the city. Not long enough for anyone to remember me. I doubt that I would be remembered by you even if I did. With the influence that you have, I'm not the person that you would actually be considering.”

Acting out of anger was not going to get me anywhere that I knew for a fact. Instead, I kept my expression calm, gentle even, as if the training field were nothing but a harmless attempt at keeping myself occupied. Innocence was a weapon, and right now, it was the sharpest one I had. And I knew that it was a virtue that many lacked, and that was why I needed to play my act carefully.

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."