Shattered Trust Novels & Stories

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Only that that broken trust wasn't so easily mended. To be continued...

“Relax, bounty girl. I’m not here to hurt you.” I glared at him, heart still pounding. He looked completely harmless now — He had a warm, playful energy that felt completely out of place in this clubhouse full of dangerous men. He chuckled softly. “Look, Diesel has already given every brother in the club one clear order: anyone who tries to come after you or betray him for that bounty… dies. No second chances. And trust me, I like breathing. I care about my life way too much to test Diesel on this.” I didn’t laugh. I didn’t find any of this funny. My hands were still shaking from the fear.

He pointed at Martin, shouting, "I'm just an intern! I do whatever he tells me! He told me to push Ms. Chapman out and take over the machine!" Martin jerked his head up, eyes bloodshot. "Bullshit! You're the one who said you could handle the system! You tried to show off, even stealing her monitor!" Just minutes ago, the mentor and apprentice who were praising each other now tore into each other like two cornered animals. I stood off to the side, watching coldly. That was the nature of a fragile alliance built on self-interest. The moment personal survival was on the line, it collapsed instantly.

Kissing her while cameras flashed and the crowd watched and Isabella's heart shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together. Then, mercifully, there was nothing.

I muttered, wiping my tears as I locked the tablet and set it aside. She turned around and sat beside me with an arm around my shoulders. “Are you… I mean… do you remember? Do you know who you are and what you’re supposed to be doing?” I nodded stiffly. “Yeah… I remember now. I remember it all… and part of me wishes I didn’t.” She frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” I sighed. “I can’t tell you. Something… it’s personal. I’ll trust you this far. Do you want the crash to be over? For everything to be fixed?”

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

His presence, as always, was steady and reassuring, and for the first time in a while, Elara felt a flicker of hope. “How are you holding up?” Lucan asked softly, stepping into the office and sitting across from her. Elara gave a small, tired smile. “I don’t know. I thought I’d feel… different. Happier, maybe. But everything still feels so broken.” Lucan leaned forward, his eyes filled with understanding. “You’ve been through a lot, Elara. It’s going to take time to heal.” Elara sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not just about healing. It’s about trust. Everything that’s happened has made me question everything I thought I knew—about my family, about the people around me. And no

“It’s not her fault, I waited until the lights were out and snuck out.” Back at home. Philip picked up the phone from the table and pressed the link in the message. As the video began, he clenched his fists over and over. “Maddy.” “Yes.” “Tell me now, do you believe that I would go from our bed into another woman’s?” “I don’t know!” “Please Maddy, I know you are still hurting but remember what I said about trusting me.” Maddy replayed all the times he asked her to trust him, he never let her down. “I trust you. If you said it was not you, I will believe you.”

His hand reached out to help me gather my belongings, his touch gently and reassuring. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly. "That must be extremely tough for you" I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I just… I don't understand how they could do this to me. How could she betray me like this?" my voice broke with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. He pulled me into a comforting embrace, allowing me to release the sobs that had been trapped within me. "Sometimes, people we trust can disappoint us the most," he murmured, his voice soothing. "But it doesn't define who you are, you are strong and you deserve better,"