How To Trick An Idiot Novels & Stories

Each step he took, each motion he attempted, reinforced the control we held. --- Then came the audacious psychological gambit. A faint, almost imperceptible sound—a metallic rattle, a shadow shifting in the corner—was designed to make us hesitate. The stepbrother wanted us to doubt, to second-guess, to falter. But we had anticipated this. Weeks of observation, manipulation, and coordination had taught us to trust each other absolutely. Madison froze, but only to signal alignment. “Coordinate. Trust. Move as one.” Ian mirrored her instinctively. I followed the rhythm, and suddenly, the trick failed. His attempt to exploit hesitation became a liability. Every calculated sound, every subtle ill

I tilted my head and gave her the smallest shrug, as if to say, “Believe what you want.” She was not deterred by my silence. “Oh, you’re as clever as a fox now. Look at you. Is this your clever little trick to get me to talk?” She waved a hand between us like she was gesturing at a party trick. “Pretend to be my idiot sister, make me comfortable, let me chatter away and spill secrets I wouldn’t have if I knew who you really were?”

"That's not what I was doing." "It's exactly what you were doing. It's what you do." He stepped back from her, putting distance between them in the small room, his jaw tight, his hands at his sides. "You collect things. Information. Weaknesses. And you use them the second you need leverage, and you don't even notice you're doing it because you've convinced yourself it's just observation." "I'm not like that." "You sang a secret onto the internet yesterday, Ava." The words landed and stayed there.

I didn’t think she would repeat the words easily, so I decided to play a trick on her. Thinking of a way to trick her into admitting she loved me again, only one thing came to mind. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try. Taking my hand off her head, I leaned back and pretended to be asleep as I tugged on the hand she was holding. I felt her move off my hand, but she didn’t release it. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw she was awake and looking at me. Pretending I had just opened my eyes, I looked at her without saying anything. My head tilted to the side slightly.

“I try.” He winked, laughing when I raised an eyebrow. “I’m kidding. I don’t need to try.” I smacked his chest with the backs of my fingers. “You’re such an idiot.” “It’s why I’m so endearing. I mean, who wouldn’t want a complete and utter idiot who makes kids laugh by singing Humpty Dumpy out of tune?” He carefully put his things in the trunk of the car.

Realizing I’d discovered her secret, that she was barren, her fake act dropped. “What are you doing here?” she spat. “You must be thrilled seeing me like this, aren’t you?” I said nothing. She took my silence as agreement and let out a bitter laugh. “Hahaha! You idiot. You think you’ve beaten me, but it doesn’t matter. Your good days are numbered!” I raised my phone and showed her the screen. “Maybe. But yours are already over.” I pulled up the screenshot of Susan throwing out her belongings and smirked.

Option 2: Sneak into his club dressed as a waiter. ✅ Spies do it in movies all the time. ❌ I can’t balance a tray. I’ll spill wine on someone’s mob wife and die in a very embarrassing way. Option 3: Fake a business idea. Something like… "Mafia Coffee: A Shot You Can’t Refuse." ✅ Clever. ❌ Sounds like a fast way to end up in a trunk. Option 4: Become a stray cat. Cats always get in anywhere. ✅ Low risk.

“We send a trigger.” “A trigger?” “Yes. Something that forces him into a specific reaction. Something he cannot resist responding to.” “Are you sure this is the right move? We are giving him proof that he's stirring up waters” I ask. “Look, sometimes it's best to leave him confused, and we will use that trick in the days to come. For now, we need to give him bait. He needs to feel you are nothing, but an empty threat. The cockier he gets, the more likely he is to make mistakes.”

Cold sweat was pouring down my forehead. Her face twisted into a hideous grimace. “Stop playing around! I only kicked you once.” Her high-heeled foot slammed down hard on my wrist. My bones cracked under the crushing weight. “Ugh!” The excruciating pain made me groan. Eira leaned down. Her gaze was razor-sharp. “Apologize to Reed right now! Admit you were wrong, or I’ll cripple this hand of yours today!” Reed stood nearby and taunted me. “Eira, make him kneel and lick my shoes, and I’ll forgive him.”

The man lumbering toward us falters in his step, then squares his shoulders. “Get out of it Ivy!” Henley demands of me as he fights to get to me. I just focus my eyes on the dumbass coming closer. The same dumbass who will help me get out of this hold. He just doesn’t know it yet. “Looks like the little mousey got caught in a trap,” the guy taunts. I blink at his stupid words. “What, no smart comment now?” the idiot holding me says. “You want me to respond to his stupidity? I’m not even sure how. I don’t speak stupid,” I say with a grunt wiggling in the guy’s hold. Now, I just need the stupid guy to come a little closer so I can get them both at once.