Novel & Cerita Feigning Innocence

“I asked you what you’re going to do when we prove your innocence? You’ll lose that stellar reputation of yours and won’t be able to threaten everyone into doing what you wanted.” “Shit,” I cursed, “Maybe we shouldn’t prove I’m innocent. Or maybe I should just murder someone else. We just learned PEMDAS in math. That would cancel it out, right? I’m sure it’s the same principle. Hm, I wonder if it would work better if my victim was the future Alpha?” No death threats before dinner, Lilac.

I replied angrily," Don't forget that someone is watching your every injustice towards me. Allah will never forgive you for murdering my baby. He will punish you for killing my innocent baby. He will punish you for committing this sin." This time he crouched down to my level and clutched my hairs tightly. He whispered in my ear," We will see." Saying that he jerked off my face to another direction and enterd into the room. I am just crying hysterically clutching my belly protectively. I said to my baby," I am sorry, baby. Mamma couldn't protect you. Please, forgive me. Forgive me for being a weak and useless mother." After some time, he came back wearing his coat. He is looking so calm like

she whispered, blinking at me through pain-dazed eyes. “I’ll kill you tonight if you don’t.” “They have eyes and ears everywhere.” Her mouth trembled, and she cut Brennan a beseeching glance. “I’m a Fed. There are repercussions for doing this. If you let me go now, I’ll tell them I was mugged.” Brennan snorted. “Muggers don’t wax half your eyebrows off.” His smirk turned deadly. “We don’t make deals with pork byproducts. You ain’t good enough to even be called bacon, bitch. You will talk.”

By the mere fact that they were carrying the flogging tools showed that I had already been found guilty even without a trial and this was just a formality. Poor me. However, that knowledge didn't make me lose my cool. I still walked in with my head held high like the alpha I was. “Look at the traitor walking in with her head held high as if she isn't guilty!" “Haven't you ever heard? That's the way the guilty behave so that everyone can think that they are innocent?" “And to think that she walked among us pretending that she is a saint." “For all we know, she had poisoned us. How was she able to convince everyone that she was our alpha’s daughter?"

Ava looked at her phone, then at the middle distance, then back at him, and in the movement between those three things he could see her deciding something, the particular quality of someone choosing how honest to be with a person they had not yet decided how much to trust. "Sophomore year," she said. "Regional competition. I was leading the squad and I missed a count in the opening sequence and I recovered but I spent the rest of the routine waiting for it to happen again." She paused. "It's the worst feeling. Knowing you know something and not being able to trust that you know it." He nodded slowly. "What fixed it?" "Running it again," she said. "And again. Until the fear got boring." He al

"Miss Feurene, do you think Snow will try to clear her name?" Feurene hesitated... a fake hesitation. "I… I don’t know." She forced a small, sad smile. "But if she does, I just hope she tells the truth. Because right now, Marcus is the real victim here." The blood in my veins turned ice cold. I wanted to reach through the screen and slap her across the face, so hard. She was acting so convincingly. She truly was an actress, pretending to be concerned about me while orchestrating my downfall behind the scenes.

I said determinedly. Our gaze locked on each other. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then, he chuckled slowly, bitterly. “You’re too innocent, Elowen. And you know, what they call innocence these days?” He gazed up at me. “Foolish…” He mumbled. I blinked, honestly, offended as well, but— he didn’t lie. Innocents nowadays are labeled as fools, although I have doubts about my innocence. I stepped closer and sat beside him, trying to mask the quickening of my heartbeat. “It’s fine. I— I can handle it,” I muttered, attempting bravery, though my hands trembled ever so slightly.

I could storm in, guns blazing, fake it all, and paint myself as the ally. “Blanks,” I said finally, my voice steady as I turned to face them. The word dropped like a loaded clip. “Simunition rounds. Hurt like a bitch, bruise deep, but no kill shots. We stage it. I come in as the rescuer, drop Marco’s crew with controlled fire. Make it look like a rival hit gone wrong.” Marco’s eyes widened a fraction, but he held his tongue. Hendrix grunted, shifting his bulk, while Chris fidgeted. That weaselly energy buzzed around him. Ryker pushed off the wall, testing me like always.

“ Forgive you? After what your incompetence has caused me?” She swallowed through her dry throat. “ Pathetic.” The word landed like a blade. Fiona's fingers curled into fists on her sides. “ I..” “ Ten years “ he cut in smoothly. “ Ten years of building your reputation, and today.. You let a half-dead princess turn you into a spectacle.” Each word was calm, controlled, and cruel. “ I did not lose “ Fiona said, forcing the words out. “ If not for the bell that rang, she would have been d..”