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"The one who stayed. The one who chose. And that, Ivy, is why we are going to win." He kissed her again—a seal on their new covenant. Then, he hit the button for the surface. Now that they have erased the Source and broken the Trust’s map, can they survive the chaos of a world without a design—or will they find that the only thing more dangerous than a structured empire is the two architects who have nothing left to lose? (Watch out for Chapter 148) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

I’d never bring myself to trust a man again, talk more of one who shared the same blood as my shitty soon to be ex husband. They both loved power more than people. “It’s just that in this marriage, I’ll have everything in my palm.” I dropped my coffee. “This time, I’ll be the one doing the using. Trust? That is the most foreign language to me right now, Nova. So you don’t need to bother.” She didn’t seem convinced but she nodded and held my palm in hers. “Whatever you do. Put yourself first this time. Do not give up anything.” “I’m wiser now.”

--- Because without trust— --- Nothing else held. --- The system pulsed again. --- Quieter now. --- More contained. --- But no longer whole. --- Just like them. --- And as the silence stretched between what had been… and what remained— As belief gave way to consequence— As connection fractured under the weight of choice— One final truth emerged: --- Trust is not destroyed by what you lose— --- But by who you become… --- When you choose to lose it.

Trust in Love Copyright © 2020 by Linda Kage Smashwords Edition This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

I fished it out of my purse and noticed that an unknown number was calling me. I answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello," I answered. There was silence on the other end. "Hello." I tried again, but there was still no answer. The call was immediately disconnected. Weird. Maybe it was the wrong number. I got a message just then. I checked my inbox and opened the most recent chat. I read the message written in bold capital letters. TRUST IS LIKE AN ERA. IT GETS SMALLER WITH EVERY MISTAKE MADE.

It's musky, woody with a hint of sweetness and all I want to do is run my tongue all over his caramel coloured skin to see if he tastes as good as he smells. “My brother is a very good-looking male, and you can trust him to take excellent care of you. He will meet your needs, and you will never want for anything else ever again.” She retorts defensively, snapping me out of my sinister thoughts. Zion the big jerk is sin in alien form, and he makes me want to be a sinner… “The problem with trust, Nova. Once it is broken, it's difficult to repair. Anything that threatens it again, can take the formed fracture and snap it into two, even if the truth isn't what you perceive." I state firmly, hitt

"Unexpectedly good." Something in Adrian's expression settled — the small adjustment of relief that he was making less effort to conceal lately. He came to the counter and stood beside Daniel and accepted the coffee Daniel poured without being asked, and they stood together in the early morning and drank it, and the city outside began to assemble itself for the day. "You're thinking about something," Adrian said. "I'm always thinking about something." "What specifically?" Daniel turned his cup in his hands. "Trust," he said. "The kind that isn't earned through evidence. The kind that's — prior to evidence. That doesn't wait for the data."

Chapter 120 — Trust Is Earned Dominic Costello Trust isn’t a gift; it’s an achievement. Noah trusts his uncle too much and Atlas trusts David, but I smell trouble. After seeing the documents regarding Mr. Blake, and David’s expression, something sparked inside me, and inside Lawson too. “I don’t trust this guy.”

The morning air was cold as the black SUV pulled up to the gates of the Academy. Only a few days ago, Faith had left this place as a hero. Now, she was returning as a ghost. The news of the “Crescent Trust” and the frozen accounts had traveled faster than a wildfire. As she stepped out of the car, she didn't feel like the Silver Saviour. She felt like the orphan girl who had first arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a secret.

“Hidden well enough that even Richard never found it.” Victor frowned slightly. “You trusted him that little?” Isabella met his gaze calmly. “I trusted everyone that little.” The honesty in her voice silenced the cave again. Because trust was the real casualty here. Not the mansion. Not the empire. Trust. Destroyed slowly over decades until every relationship became survival disguised as loyalty. Ethan shifted beside Aria, breathing more steadily now though the pain still tightened his features. His hand brushed hers lightly. Tiny movement. Intentional. Grounding.