Guilty Novels & Stories

She nodded at me as if to assure me that it'll all be fine. I sighed, turning back to listen to my fate. “I’ve heard both sides,” the General said firmly. “And while the defense raised interesting points, the facts remain, Maverick is human, and he was deeply tied to the incident.” He paused, then looked me directly in the eye. “The court finds Maverick… guilty.” The words dropped like a heavy stone. I felt the air leave my lungs. Peter slammed his fist on the table quietly, then bowed his head. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t even know how to feel. I only looked back at Blue, and she had her head bowed.

That I've done the fucking formidable? I' ve crossed a line I can't uncross. I've cheated. I've wrecked everything. Screw me. Screw this moment. Screw the guilt ripping through my chest like it wants to eat me alive.

she repeated, her voice a mix of disbelief and pain. I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor as shame washed over me. "Yes. It happened during those times when things were complicated between us." Aline's silence was heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and emotions. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "And you're sure it's yours?" I met her gaze, the guilt swirling within me like a tempest. "Yes, I'm sure. Paty confirmed it, and she's terrified, Aline."

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

His gaze shifted across the courtroom to Roman. Roman stared back at him. No anger. No triumph. No sympathy. Nothing. Just a cold certainty that this was finally over. Grayson looked away first. Then his eyes landed on Bernard. The hatred that surfaced there was almost frightening. If looks could kill, Bernard would have dropped dead where he sat. For several seconds, nobody spoke. Finally, Grayson swallowed. His voice came out rough. “…Guilty.” A ripple moved through the courtroom again. Eleanor closed her eyes. Liam lowered his head.

Just thinking about her turned my stomach. When I didn't bite, she doubled down: [You've got free time anyway, right? Might as well help Kevin out so he can pass probation.] [Gauthier Corp's a great company. You might learn something. It won't hurt.] I took a slow breath, forcing the heat down. Say no now, and I lose the long game. If we're putting on a show, I'm going full method. I typed back, every word icy and exact: [Sure. No problem. Leave it to me.]

Someone spat at me in disgust. "Stop pretending! Where's the baby? Hand him over now!" "You killed them! You should pay for it! Even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough!" They moved closer, step by step, their emotions spiraling out of control. Their voices shook the air. I was trapped in the middle, a chill racing up my spine, my scalp prickling with fear. "How can you prove it was me? I didn't kill anyone!" As soon as I finished speaking, one of the officers looked at me calmly.

Fair. That was her entire testimony. Reasonable. Then the courtroom exploded with laughter. God. Because honestly? Fair. That explained everything. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian delivered the verdict. God. Slowly. Fair. Dramatically. Reasonable. Then: "The defendant is guilty." God. Gasps. Fair. Shocking. Reasonable. Nobody expected that. God. Everyone expected that. Fair. Then Adrian continued: Reasonable honestly. "As punishment..." God. Pause. Fair.

One hand stayed on my arse; the other slid up under my blouse to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until it hardened. I moaned into his mouth. The guilt was still there, sitting heavy in my stomach, but my body didn’t care. My body only remembered how good he’d felt inside me. He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing. The cold marble against the backs of my thighs made me gasp. He stepped between my legs, pushed my singlet up, and sucked one nipple into his mouth while his fingers found the damp centre of my panties. “Already wet for me.” he said against my skin, his accent turning the words filthy. “Even with all that guilt. Fucking hell, Vivi.”

He was the ghost my precinct had been hunting for years. The man responsible for countless crimes. The exact man who had cost me my badge, my reputation, and my entire career—and the only man whose capture could get my job back and clear my name. And I had been sleeping in his bed. Horror, guilt, and deep humiliation surged through my veins, poisoning the confession hanging in the air between us. ‘’Shut the fuck up!’’ I shrieked, shoving him back into his leather chair with all my weight. My hand reached behind my backpack and I brought out the heavy steel handcuff I always carried with me for when I caught Kade Mireno.