Lindy I Didn't Do It Novels & Stories

Niharika asked while Sandy is glued to the spot thinking that what had happened with his Cinderella. "I have full proof. I don't think I should get the police involved in here" Annie showed her phone making both the couple shredder with the thought of being dragged in this mess. "Anebella. Listen. You have misunderstood" chandra was the first one to speak up. "Misunderstood? Ask your lovely wife, what she did do with me few days back?" Annie asked making niharika widen her eyes. She hell never expected her to open up like this. But Annie was all irritated with the encounter with the goons some minutes before.

But I couldn't help the frown on my face or the way I gripped the steering wheel. "And he didn't think to tell me. You're even already on a first-name basis." My voice was eerily calm, even to me. “Jordan,” Nita started, shaking her head softly. “Don’t go there. I warned you.” "This has nothing to do with that," I shot back. "We are here on a work trip, and it is only right for my employee to ask me before doing something outside the initial reason we are here." “We are out clubbing,” she said under her breath. “I don’t see how that tallies with the reasons we are here.”

The bewildered look on her face told Klyde everything he needed to know. “Louis,” he called out in utter disbelief. He even stood up from where he’s sitting because of it. She lowered her whole body on the floor, forehead touching the ground as she chanted her apologies again. “I d-didn’t know!” she cried, voice cracking at the end, lacking of the usual professional elegance she always held herself with. “Sir, I’m so sorry. Please spare me! I did not know!” Klyde’s eyes stung with unshed tears. He looked away, steadying himself.

Natasha sensed her reluctance to talk and decided to drop the topic for another time. "so what did the both of you want to tell me", Anastasia said, she was getting impatient with them. "Apparently it is no longer important. Britney showed me a video of Matthew making love with another woman. It seems to be the same video that was sent to you that morning ", Natasha. Anastasia turned to Britney, "Who sent the video to you?". "It was sent anonymously", Britney answered. Natasha looked from Anastasia to Britney, something was going on she could not really place her finger on.

Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze. For some reason, the soft sand beneath my feet felt both cold and painful. "Fiora," Lucian said as he caught up with me. "That bastard dared to treat you like that! Don't worry, I'll have both of them kicked out of the pack." "It's not necessary. I asked Kaia to confess to Chris at tonight's party," I said flatly. "What?" "I'm going to sever my mate bond with Chris." Lucian placed his hand on my forehead. "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about? Chris is your mate, and you two are destined to be together. Don't you love him?"

Riley declared, raising his shot. "To Cammy!" the others echoed, and in one swift motion, we downed the burning liquid. I coughed, scrunching my face as the tequila seared its way down my throat. Lindy laughed and clapped me on the back. "Alright," she said, slamming her empty shot glass onto the table. "Now that we’re sufficiently on our way to getting buzzed, let’s play Two Truths and a Lie." "I’ll go first," Lindy said, leaning forward dramatically. "One—I once got arrested for skinny dipping in the Alpha’s pool. Two—I am actually banned from ever entering the Blood Moon's territory, because I made out with Luna Celeste at her mating cermony-"

“Henry Xander, aren’t you forgetting that I didn’t want to make this a big deal? I didn’t even want to deal with her at all. But what did Josie do? “She exposed my personal information online and spread false accusations that damaged my reputation. Then she escalated it further, destroying my career prospects, sabotaging my future, and even launching a livestream to incite public hatred against me. And now you’re telling me I’m the one who went too far? “By the way, I’m in the same year as her. You remember her but forget about your own brother, huh?” I cast a sideways glance at Josie. “From the beginning, I did nothing wrong. I’ve been the victim this entire time. What else do you have to s

Lindsey buried her face against my chest, breathlessly whispering over and over, "I'm sorry." I tried to push her off. Finally, my patience snapped. I tipped the champagne in my glass over her head. "Are you sober now? If not, I don't mind calling everyone out to watch." She wiped the dripping champagne from her face. Her eyes looked clearer, but her expression had sunk into ruin. "I know everything Ian did—those texts he sent you behind my back, my grandfather's hospitalization. I was blind and foolish. I've already driven him out of this city. I swear, I'll never let him interfere in our lives again."

Lindy A week ago, I found out my husband never stopped cheating on me and that he even has a child with his mistress. A day after that I accidentally killed his mistress and got arrested. Two days after that I got served with divorce papers by my husband of over a decade. A day after that I was informed that I will never see my children again and today, a week later I got convicted. My lawyer didn’t have to fight much as I insisted on pleading guilty because I was. I took a life I deserve to be punished for it.

Lindy waved her hand quickly and said, "No, he treated my injury." She said and showed her the gauze on her knee. "Is it bad? Why did it take so long?" Sonnet asked with concern. She had been waiting for two hours! She tried to call Lindy, but her phone was off. "Oh, he also asked about what happened tonight," Lindy replied with a blushing face. Sonnet did not pay much attention to that and was only focused on what happened earlier that night. "What happened tonight?" Lindy did not have the nerve to share the embarrassing story again. She just confessed to Marcus, and it made her feel embarrassed. She made up a lie and said that she went undercover to get first-hand interview materials. Howe