I Didn't Do It Serie Novels & Stories

Sunday is the sole day I sleep without any break, but now I have to lose that facility too. I have really done some bad deed in my past-life...

Peter struggled against the officers, shouting, "I didn’t do anything! You’ve got the wrong guy!" Serena, standing in the background, put on her best performance. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she let out a horrified gasp. "Oh my God, Peter... is this true? Have I been living with a murderer?" Peter whipped his head around to face her, his expression a mix of shock and betrayal. "Serena, you know I didn’t do this! Tell them! Tell them I’m innocent!" But Serena wasn’t backing down. She shook her head, her lips trembling. "I... I don’t even know who you are anymore. I can’t believe this." Her voice cracked as she took a step back, tears streaming down her face.

I can do that from behind the curtain and no one ever has to actually see me or interact with me. That’s not really feasible with mates. He has to be close to me. Mani and Siril need to be around each other and physically interact with one another. Meanwhile I am freaking the fuck out becuase they are doing so, and even though I’m the one in the background it doesn’t matter, it’s still affecting me. I have tried to basically close my eyes and go to sleep inside when Mani is out, and I’ve never figured out how.

One of the crew cleaned the scrape on my arm—the price of "falling off the cliff." I held out my hand, numb, eyes locked on the phone screen. The livestream burned my eyes. Every broken "Noemi" blasted through the speaker and slammed into my chest. Cesare, how much of your love was real... and how much was just a show? My fingers stalled for a second. Then, in the livestream's public chat, I slowly typed a line and hit send.

“ I'm not doing it for you, Sera. We can't consummate our marriage if there's a corset about to kill you in the way.” Con—consumate?

Nathan replies. Izzy smiles sarcastically and tries to get him out so that they leave. Nathan slaps Izzy. He then realizes that he had done so much wrong. He then holds her and apologizes and they leave. Bernice has not idea what had happened and Izzy did not say a word. They got home and Izzy went straight to bed and Bernice stayed over since it was late for her to go home.

Fred froze with his hands still reaching toward Jenna. Panic on his face. "What… What are you talking about? Have you gone mad? You're just accusing everyone around you because you can!" "Which one of us has lost their mind?" I said as I took out a blood test report. "Fred, a thunderstorm knocked out the security cameras outside the department office for two hours that night, so you slipped inside. You were so nervous that you didn't notice when the edge of a desk cut you."

"This skin is way too real! I couldn't even tell. What is this, some kind of disguise?" "I know what I saw. She's the one who went overboard. She brushed past me on the deck and nearly knocked my camera out of my hands!" The streamer caught on right away. "So you're not dead! That means the whole 'killed his wife for the insurance money' story falls apart. Why go through all this to hide like this?" Cheryl's eyes flicked around, panicked. The next second, she broke down, clutching her head as she sobbed.

I just looked at Shirley and asked, "What's this about?" Shirley fidgeted, touching her nose. "He said we don't have to go to extremes, just go through the motions of the ceremony. It's all for show, don't mind it. "I did it for us, so our lives wouldn't be disrupted by him. What do you think?"

Talk to me. India wrapped her hands around the mug, letting the warmth reach her cold fingers. 'I saw him in bed with someone else tonight. I should have known he was cheating when I found messages on his phone. From someone named Vanessa.' Denver’s stomach dropped. Surprise, then a flash of bitterness crossed his face. 'Vanessa?' he repeated, his tone controlled but tense, carefully masking any accusation. He set his mug down with a quiet clink, collecting himself before speaking again.