Presumed Innocent Novels & Stories

“My client chose not to testify because she doesn’t have to. The burden of proof is on the prosecution, not the defense. And they have not met that burden. They’ve given you suspicions, assumptions, and testimony from unreliable witnesses with plea deals.” Sterling returned to his seat. “I ask you to hold the prosecution to its burden. To find reasonable doubt in the gaps of their evidence. And to return a verdict of not guilty.” Judge Morrison looked at the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve heard all the evidence and arguments. You’ll now retire to deliberate. Remember, the defendant is presumed innocent. The prosecution must prove guilt beyond a reasonable

"You and the entire police only saying that for the past 2 months but didn’t get any result. I am fed up with this phrase of yours and don’t want to hear anything from you in your defense.” “I have enough of yours, a bunch of failures, tries. I just want the result, otherwise don’t call me again with the news of your failure and excuses.” Steve rubbed his temples, feeling headache. Steve said. “Mr. Edwards, please calm down, and try to understand our problem as well. We are an organization and works with certain rules, still, we are trying our best. Unfortunately, we have gotten no information about her till now, and her face is also not matching with any photo I'd registered in the entire c

“While he is playing the kind man and he is putting his ‘mask’ on; I currently see him for the man that he is, and I don’t think that I am foolish enough to be siding with a person like him. Nevertheless, if you truly believe that you didn’t pull that trigger, then someone else must have. Maybe that person only tried framing you.” “That possibility was one that I deleted from my head a long time ago. Had it been the case, we would have been able to find out who did it. But until now…” “The situation was closed, and you know that very well.” She said, stopping me. My chest ached, and I sucked in a harsh breath. “I believe that you are innocent if you truly believe it yourself. But if you are

He could only poke at his memory, trying to remember if Collette ever wanted to tell him she was pregnant or that Elliot was crazier than they thought. When he heard the light footsteps of others, memories and guilt disappeared. His body became alert; he pulled his gun out of his pants. He was there. Even though he said he would use the young men as decoys, Donnell wanted them to reach their destination. Even before Donnell knew that the boy who looked like him was perhaps his son, he tried to help them. Sixteen-year-old boys did not deserve to wander the streets in fear of being killed at any moment. The Gold Star was a place of second chances; Donnell Dunn wasn't ready for a second chance.

Noah’s eyes lingered on me, not with pity, but with an empathy that made it easier to keep talking. He leaned forward slightly. “And what do you think about his case? If you don’t mind me asking.” I let out a shaky breath, my gaze lifting to the trees in front of us. “If I’m being honest? I believe he’s innocent. And I’m not just saying that because I love him.” Saying those words out loud made my heart twist. It was the unfiltered truth . “I know him. He’s a good man. He has literally spent most of his life building that company, pouring his entire soul into it. He wouldn’t do something careless to throw all of that away. Someone’s framing him, I’m sure of it. We just… we can’t figure out w

Under relentless pressure from both families, I confessed to a crime I didn't commit. Then I died. I used my death to atone for my "sins". My soul wandered around in a foreign country. If my body hadn't been repatriated, I would have found it hard to return to my homeland. I told myself this was for the best. If I died, the truth would stay buried. Samantha would never know. She'd never have to suffer. But no matter how much I lied to myself, the pain wouldn't stop. After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness.

No matter how it ended, damage would be done. The judge entered. Order was called. And then— “Mr. Hale,” the prosecutor said, standing. “Please state your name for the record.” Marcus rose smoothly. “Marcus Elijah Hale.” A murmur rippled through the room. “You were presumed deceased,” the prosecutor continued. “Yes,” Marcus replied evenly. “That presumption was convenient. Incorrect—but convenient.” Seraphina’s jaw tightened. Lucien’s hands curled slowly. The prosecutor pressed on. “You were involved in an unregulated intelligence operation twelve years ago?”

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.

He stood up to give his own opening statement. "Your honour" williams began " under the law, my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. You'll come to know the truth, that my client Mr Bayo Justice Madonna had not engaged in any inappropriate sexual activity with the plaintiff here. So far , the persecution here has not been able to present a single implicating evidence against my client and hence, I find it highly prejudicial as well as constitutionally offensive that my client would be charged with such a defaming crime as rape, let alone that of the first degree. I believe this to be nothing but a ridiculous claim to vilify my client's character an

This makes my stomach knot. With a wide palm, Detective Bradley shuts the doorknob and looks down at me. We like to say that the people who ask for a call are the guilty ones. We let the innocent people go when they give us the information we need to know. Is he really thinking that I will buy that? "And suppose I claimed not to have killed him? Could I leave with you? I won't get their belief. If they had even the slightest doubt that I was innocent, they would not have wasted hours, if not days, searching through my background.