Toxic Charity の小説・ストーリー

she asks, making me nod. “Ah yes,” I sigh dramatically, trying to feign some sort of sorrow. “ I did hear about the tragic case, very sad.” “Oh please,” Clarissa laughs. “That bitch deserved what she got and her useless husband too. I always thought he didn't deserve to be Alpha, a rat would have been more deserving and as far as Charity goes, I'm not over the glue situation at camp.” I let out a laugh, she and her never did get along, Charity was a snob. Even as a kid, she was clearly an entitled future bitch of a Barbie wife.“Well, whoever did the job deserves a Grammy and a high five that's for sure.”

I clearly understood her emotions. She did the work for me without any greed. She sincerely wanted to heal me. She did not sleep through the nights in case of trouble—because I was harassing her, but used to come for me every morning so that not even an hour of mine was wasted. My therapy days had already become less, out of which she did not want to be a failure in her work by wasting the rest of the day. She sincerely wanted to heal me, ignorant to the fact that I was never going to be fine. She did everything for me and by harassing her, scaring her and torturing her, I paid back for her service. I did not feel guilty because I knew I did not intend to hurt her. Hurting her was unintentio

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

"And I think she’s choosing to weaponize that darkness against you because it's easier than dealing with whatever messed-up reality she has to face in her own life." "But the things she said..." Charity finally turned her head, her large eyes swimming with fresh tears, searching my face for an answer I wasn't sure I had. "She said I'm moving on. She said I'm trying to forget. Am I a bad person for wanting to feel okay? Am I supposed to just sit in a dark room and cry forever? Is that what makes someone a good friend?"

“And what's amiss with you, my friend?’ Sarah said, when they were seated on the wooden bench. Charity took a sip of her tea before she answered, looking up over the brim at Sarah’s handsome face. With her shining black hair, honey-coloured skin and strong features, she was a striking woman. Charity was no longer surprised by Sarah's perception. There had been many similar incidents in the past. ‘You always know when something is wrong,’ she said. ‘I have the sight,’ Sarah said simply. Charity found it easy to tell Sarah about what had happened at the pig pen. ‘I hate those men,’ she said. ‘They are worse than animals. They are coarse beasts. I think that I shall never marry if I have to do

“Yes, more reason we need to rip it off as soon as possible.” Vivian flopped down on her bed, her cousins ​​keeping her company the whole time to make her comfortable. “All boys are like that! Don't argue with me Josh, I guess because you're one of them call a spade a spade!” “Exactly! I thought the boy was a cool person, I didn't know he was the fuckboy!” adds Mansi. “Okay I want you both to understand that men are just like that innately, I mean he may seem so mean but deep down he tends to hide his feelings like he's not falling in love with the wrong person.”

“POPSTAR MIREI ASHFORD KIM ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT, MISMANAGEMENT, FRAUD AND FINANCIAL DISCREPANCIES ON CHARITY FUND” My name was everywhere overnight. Splashed across blogs, tabloids, dragged through headlines, and I was reduced to a single accusation that I had embezzled money from the charity fund I created in my mother’s name. A fund meant for women fighting cancer, a fund born from grief, love, and desperation after her death. They said I stole from a public trust.

Schwartz curses under his breath. I swallow hard, then dial the one person who needs to hear this before anyone else. Charles picks up on the second ring. “Jonathan? What—” “They’ve been laundering through a charity for decades,” I say, pacing fast enough to make myself dizzy. “Grandma’s charity. Your mother’s. The one she built from nothing. They corrupted it. They used it as a pipeline for offshore money.” Silence. Then Charles inhales sharply—so sharply I can hear it break him.

Unfortunately, Tobias uncovered the plan. They had a heated argument, after which Tobias exposed Xavier's unethical behavior regarding my surgery. Consequently, the hospital was gearing up to revoke Xavier's title and all his honors. With no other options, he came to plead with me. "Harper, I was wrong." Xavier's bloodshot eyes brimmed with remorse as he continued, "I've wanted to apologize for a long time, but my ego got in the way. If I had known my title was because of your kidney donation, I would never have…

I shouldn't be merciful, not after what they did to Noah but still I made a short call to have him taken care of. It was these little things I did that made me feel weak, and now I was about to add baby seater to my already long list of slips off. I was harboring an enemy close, and even after he hacked into my system I was letting him just roam about freely- as if letting Noah get killed wasn't enough. I was starting to get sloppy, and all the mistake I kept making was going to come back and bite me in the ass if I didn't get my act together.