Novel & Cerita Questionable Morals

I sip my coffee and ask, “Do you think your sister would sell you out?” “Dia? She might hate me, but Vanderbilts have a very... how do I put this? Questionable moral compass. If she wanted to, she’d have blown up the bakery with me in it or tampered with evidence to get me a death sentence for murder — nothing that would hit the news, reveal my past and tie back to our family.” I take a moment to process that — although questionable, makes sense — before we say our goodbyes and I start heading toward the office.

"It's... unnatural..." "Unnatural?" I don't bother restraining the laugh. "Don't talk rubbish, Georgie. Is it unnatural that we don't live in caves any more? That we wear clothes against the weather? That we eat food cooked in fire? Use antibiotics? Drink clean water?" Her face hardens. "That's not the same. That's just about staying alive and healthy. This is different. It's about morality." "What's immoral about it? Compared with say, rape or torture or murder?"

“Want to?” The question hung between them like a dare. Caleb’s mind screamed that this was wrong , his father’s sermons about sin, the Bible verses about abomination, the way his church would look at him if they knew. But his body betrayed him. His breath quickened, and he gave the smallest nod.

“Do you understand what this could do?” My chest tightened. “Yes. I know all of it, Homer. For fucks sake I read the book of ethics for doctors!” “If you’re wrong—” “I know.” “And if you’re right?” He pressed. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. Did I want to be right? Or wrong? The question twisted painfully inside me. Homer leaned back, exhaling deeply as he rubbed his face. “This is insane.” He muttered. “I know.” “This is completely insane.” He repeated.

she smirked. Then it clicked on Trevor “ Your ex-wife of Vincent Blackwood…” “I’m that popular, we all want one thing… money… So are you in?” She stretched forth her hand. Trevor looked at it, contemplating. His dead eyes were once again brought to life. He shook it. “Where do we start?”

“But these things have been suppressed by his family’s power and this person will never offend anyone who would cause him trouble, so that’s why he has been living at ease all this while. “As for Morris, it can be said that he is even worse than Gunther. What he loves most is money. Most of the money that Morris earned through improper means went into his pocket. “He also opened an underground boxing ring and several casinos in Springfield. At the same time, he also gives out private loans in the underground boxing ring and casinos. The number of families who were ruined by him are countless.” As soon as Morris heard Bill listing out the bad things he had done, he immediately became furious.

​"That legal document is not the sole reason you are assisting me." ​"No. It is not." ​He remained motionless. The silence stretched heavily between them as he calculated his next move. ​"I harbor a deep aversion to parasites," he stated flatly. "Individuals who steal. People who achieve elevation through elaborate deception rather than capability. It offends my operational logic on a fundamental level." ​"That is a highly personal metric." ​"Yes. It is." ​He offered zero elaboration regarding the origin of the rigid moral code.

the VP echoed, “is one word for it. Some of us might say alarmed.” Julian said nothing. Let the silence stretch until it cracked. Finally, one of the senior partners cleared his throat. “Julian, your reputation has been spotless. Unimpeachable. You’ve weathered campaigns that would’ve destroyed lesser men. But this—” He gestured vaguely, like the words were too dirty to touch. “This is different.” “It’s inappropriate conduct,” Marlene added crisply from the corner. She’d been invited as HR’s representative, her pinched smile making Julian’s teeth ache. “It undermines our credibility as a professional organization.”

The image of him and my own cousin entwined in an illicit affair resurfaced, a painful reminder that love and loyalty can be shattered regardless of moral codes. They hadn't cared about tradition or morals and started having an affair right under my very nose, so why should I stick to the rules they imposed on me?

Mor nods and squints as she looks at me, “Is there any chance the baby in your womb has a dubious background? Who exactly knocked you up?” I can’t even begin to glare at her, “How do you expect me to know?” “You don’t know who you had sex with before you got pregnant? Is there a past you should let us know about?” I raise a lightly pissed eyebrow at her, “You think I was a whore, don’t you?” Mor walks over to a bench and sits daintily on it, “You tell me.” Gods, the allegations are never going to end. ”If you really want to know, I have only ever been with one man, and that man is the father of my child. And no his background is not dubious. I don’t believe there are any people who have brou