Shattered Trust Novels & Stories

I built this house with fire and faith. But even those closest can strike the match. Trust is sacred. But it is also fragile. And when it breaks, it doesn’t just crack. It scorches. The next morning, she didn’t make a speech. She made a promise. On camera. No script. No makeup. Only the truth. “To every girl who trusted us with her pain: I am sorry. This is not just a scandal. This is a wound. We cannot undo the breach. But we will rebuild your trust.

“Same way you trusted me when you first met Fiona, and those other agents and soccer players were talking shit about her just because she exposed some of their sick rituals. Then, I presented the truth to you. I showed you she was a walking green flag. You need to trust me as well. Give me a little time. I need to check something out properly before I point fingers.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair, frustration simmering low in my chest. Friendship betrayal cuts deeper than anything else. Even worse than a relationship ending. And I know this will crush her. But she has me. She will always have me. “Okay, fine,” I mutter. “But at least confirm that Jenna and Dawn are not on your list o

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

"Tom is not someone who would lie to me. I know him. I trust him." Vex's voice was cold. "So you can trust someone you have not seen for so long? If ic could guess you haven't seen this person for over 6 months since you have been on the run? Its so easy to trust him more than us." I felt my anger rise. "Why would I trust you more than the friend who helped me during the toughest time of my life? The time I left the Valdris territory because of the humiliation and trauma I went through? Because of the three men standing in this room? Thank you very much for that, by the way."

"I trusted him with my mother’s past as a Grimward breeder... yet he never trusted me with his own truth. Worse still, he was the architect of my greatest humiliation." The words hit me like a surge of triumph, but I keep my face composed, a mask of solemn understanding. I watch as the trust drains from her eyes, slow and inevitable, like blood seeping from a fresh wound. It is quite beautiful in its devastation, the way her shoulders curl inward. This is what I have waited for—the fracture, the doubt that will spread like cracks through glass until the whole facade shatters.

He had seen it in her three times in three years and each time it had ended with broken glass or a screaming match or him leaving to sleep at the office. "Say that again," she said quietly. "I never promised you anything, Vanessa. I let you into my life because I was broken and you were there. That is not a promise. That is convenience." Her eyes welled. He did not care. "Damien. What is happening to you?" "I do not know. I am finding out." She stared at him for a long moment. Then she wiped her eyes, squared her shoulders, and walked out. As she left, she said one thing over her shoulder, so quietly he almost missed it.

"If there's an explanation, I don't want it right now. I don't trust myself to hear it." For the first time that day, genuine fear crawled down my spine, not fear of exposure or the investigation, but fear of what happened when Kael finally decided he didn't believe me anymore. Because trust wasn't something that shattered all at once. It cracked, slowly, quietly. And standing there in the middle of that room, surrounded by witnesses and investigators and blood and accusations, I could hear the first fracture forming.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

But he loves her enough that he’s willing to have a short life with her so she doesn’t have to live the life of a vampire. “Have your made your decision about whether or not you can trust us?” King Kazimir asks, walking in. I notice that while his cheeks are also pink, his gait is still slow. It reminds me of my grandfather and I wonder how long it will be before he hands the reins over to his son. “Yes, I have made my decision. If my grandfather trusted you, then I trust you,” I tell him.