Innocence Doesn't Get You Far Novels & Stories

REBECCA Trembling, my hands sought stability as I drew in deep breaths. "So, the concept of innocence is irrelevant to you. You're driven solely by your wants and the actions required to achieve them. Could that render me a villainous figure? Conceivably. Do I possess concern? None whatsoever. However, does your opinion matter to me? In that regard, yes." A shaky hand reached for my lips as I shook my head, struggling to articulate my thoughts. His chuckle rumbled low, his hurt palpable when my voice faltered.

I am not because there is nothing to be proven of in the first place because I know at the very beginning that I am innocent. I don’t need to shout it to the world as long as I know to myself that I didn’t do anything wrong. I won’t explain. I won’t try to clean my name. People’s going to believe what they choose to believe. At the end of the day, what matters the most is what I think of myself. “Enough!” Dad’s hand reached for my back and continued to hush me. “I won’t allow any more insult coming out of your mouths against my daughter.”

I knew that this was my chance to prove my innocence, and I was determined to make the most of it. But as I looked around the courtroom, I realized that I was in trouble. I didn't have any witnesses, and I didn't have any evidence to prove my innocence. All I had was my word, and I knew that might not be enough. I took a deep breath, trying to think of something, anything, that could help me. And then, just as I was about to give up, I remembered something. A small detail that could change everything. I smiled, feeling a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could prove my innocence after all.

Shivers ran down her spine. Her body shivered. Cold washed off her. Her knees weakened. “ Why? Why?” She snapped her head to Caleb. “ Why? Why would you lie about something like this, I never did anything wrong to you!” She shouted bitterly, anger blazing through her eyes. Caleb turned away, fist clenching hard against his thighs as his eyes flicked to the prince and Maribel. “ Tell them the truth! Tell them I'm innocent!” “ Shut up!” The prince’s voice thundered. “ I think I've given you enough grace, but you're just a disgusting maggot who's not ready to admit to her sins. Here's my sentence…”

“Never. I might be a mere breeder but I know my worth and I know that taking money from them would tarnish my image or make me lose my place in this big family. But even as I spoke… I looked around me. A small crowd had gathered I could see it in their eyes. Their doubts, their suspicion And the worst part? I had no way to prove my innocence to them. I was innocent but how could I prove it when these papers were found in my room? Just then, I heard heavy footsteps approaching. Beads of sweats formed on my forehead. I knew how was coming and I didn't know why I was nervous for something I didn't do.

He mumbled to himself, and his eyes turned cold. He glanced at the little star beside him. The innocent face seemed suspicious to him at the moment, and he clenched his fist in annoyance. Was the little star truly innocent, or was he too good at deceiving people? Ace prided himself on being able to read people the most. Considering his line of work and his status, it was only right for him to be able to read everyone that came his way, only this way would he continue ruling peacefully, but the little star really gave him a headache.

"You don’t believe me anyway." But he didn’t walk away. His voice was steady when he said, "I do believe you. You don’t look like someone who could do that. My intuition about people has never been wrong. And my gut tells me you’re innocent." That startled me. "The innocent never stay punished forever," he added. "Someone will come. Don’t lose hope. And whatever you do, don’t become like them." He gave me a small smile, then walked away, leaving me with his words echoing in my chest.

“You don’t have to see a therapist if you don’t want to.” “Little nurse, going to therapy means basically admitting to a stranger all the things I’ve done and you know there’s nothing legal about it,” I explained. Her eyes widened in realization and she said, “Oh.” “Yeah, Oh. I would be giving a total stranger the ammunition to throw me in jail,” I said. What she didn’t know, was that can never happen. A therapist didn’t have such pull over me but I wanted her to think me vulnerable. “I guess the wine I’d drunk at dinner is messing with my brain,” she said.

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.

Every person has been given a different understanding. She looked down before she decided to voice out her thinking, “I can’t save the body from getting dirty like a cloth, but I can save the soul from getting dirty. This may sound funny to people, but for me, my innocence is still intact.” Rebecca remained silent. “If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.”