The Unforgivable True Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What are you even talking about?" "He isn't the man you think he is," Vince insisted. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it up. I recoiled, my heart stuttering. He pointed to his torso, his face twisted in a mask of bitter resentment. "Look! Do you see this? This was him. He did this to me. I’ve been trying to keep you safe from him and that shadow of a life he leads, but he kidnapped me. He took me to a hellhole and left me for dead."

"Boy, disappear before I count to three. In our town, men who bully women don't have good endings. One..." Dante scrambled to his feet and stumbled into the darkness as the sound of his engine faded away. The neighbors gathered around me while someone poured hot water and someone else brought a blanket. "What happened? Who was that man?" I sat in Zia Rosaria's yard and told them everything from beginning to end. Eight years together, the canceled wedding, the banquet hall turned into a baptism reception, Liliana, the dowry, my parents, and the abortion. When I got to my parents, my voice broke.

Viktor looked over to me and stopped his brother from removing my uncle’s underpants. He walked toward me. “Do you want to hear what he has to say before you go?” I wasn’t sure what I wanted at this point but I gave a very small nod. He went back and pulled the cloth out of my uncle’s mouth. “I’m sorry,” he shouted. “Please forgive me.” His eyes begged me. Viktor looked at back at me, whatever I say now would determine his fate. “Do you forgive him?” He asked me. Could I forgive him? Can you forgive having your childhood destroyed? Having your innocence ripped from you? Losing that childlike trust in your family in the worst way possible? “No,” I said.

Accused and condemned. I swore I was innocent. I begged them to believe me. But no one did. They refused to investigate. They refused to see the truth. Instead, they tortured me. They demanded I confess to killing the child. When I still refused, when I clung to the only thing I had left—my innocence—they forced wolfsbane down my throat. It nearly killed me. I lost my wolf that day. I thought my life was over. But Bryan stepped forward. Bryan Shamrock, the Gamma’s son. He argued for my release, saying maybe I had made a mistake in preparing the medicine, but that I had suffered enough already. His voice mattered. No one could argue against him. And because of him, I was spared.

Not even heaven can forgive them, much less me. But he is so right about one thing. This whole unforgivable act started with him. I think he is the most rotten creature of them all. I understand that he could not risk their empire for me, but his child? Up to date, I have never been able to make peace with the fact that he gave up the right for his child to be aborted. His own child. He is probably the most rotten soul in the world. Heaven will charge him, because I don’t know what kind of sentence I would pass on him if I were made his judge. “Are you okay?” His voice startles me, and I suck back the tears that were threatening to escape my eyes.

Rest assured that I don’t do something like being too hard as I can kill someone with these bare hands and that my strength was in restriction by this bracelet I wear which my grandfather gave me, he was the only one who knew what I was capable of. Because who in Sam's hell would be glad to see their friend getting harassed by pitiful scums like— what’s his name again? Diego? Ah, sh*t! I just remembered that he is the son of the principal! Oh well, never do anything you don’t want anyone to do to you.

After Mathew finally decided to leave, I made myself dinner. I took my food to the sitting room putting on my laptop I turned to N*****x to find something interesting to watch, I choose the movie called "the unforgivable," a story about a woman who got released from prison after a long time for a crime she committed, but is rejected by society because of her past, reading the short intro I kinda compared her with myself, only that she committed a crime against a society whereas I committed a crime against the mafia Don, but what makes us similar is that those we offended have decided to see our crimes as "the unforgivable,".....how ironic.

"I do not know what you are going through but i know that God is capable of lightening that burden. As in resurrender, he'll reach you Paige and help you out of this." "I killed someone. I killed my blood. He won't forgive me." She cried "Who said that?"I questioned. "He will forgive you, Paige. He said so." "I hope. "She sniffed. "I can't tell you a lot. Cause I don't wanna put you in danger. It's dangerous to be on my side. Yet I do not deserve to be out of here..." "I don't think I can ever be out of here anyways. Cause I know no matter how much of my story that you get to know. You will never be able to get me out of here. I killed someone and I can't be justified. "

“Listen, Clara. I will never forgive you, not in this lifetime! Even if you’re really dead, I won’t forgive you!” Sometimes, I really could not understand them. What unforgivable crime had I committed to make the Spencer family hate me this much? Later, I learned that my only crime was that I did not know how to act pitiful. All the memories shown by the extractor were staged by Jade herself. The Spencer family saw only one side of the story. They never bothered to find out the truth and pinned all the blame on me without question. “Clara Spencer, do you wish to make an appeal?”

I glanced at them one last time, then turned and left with Emily. … The verdict came down. My mother was sentenced to three years. Kyle received one and a half years. The case even made the news. The internet dug Kyle up completely. The "elite UK graduate" he had bragged about turned out to be a fake university—one that issued diplomas in exchange for money. Someone also leaked chat records of him flirting with married women abroad. His carefully crafted "rich, handsome, elite" persona shattered into pieces. Relatives began calling again. But their tone had completely changed.