Untrustworthy Synonym Novels & Stories

Nandini hugging a boy in very compromising position wasn't leaving his mind suddenly this new incident where nandini was laying under a man who is not manik. He wanted to trust her but couldn't because everything was against nandini and at last pusing back his feelings aside he listen to his evil queen and his mind which was being manipulated by his evil mother. He strode towards his black expensive rolls Royce and his bodyguard suddenly opens the door for him.

By priorit Isabella had a mysterious and unreadable expression on her face, showing no hint of her thoughts or emotions. She sat in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest in a rhythmic pattern. "Trust is a delicate and vulnerable aspect of relationships that can be easily broken or destroyed. It is crucial for us to exercise caution and avoid being naive, particularly when taking into account our financial constraints. We need to be mindful and prudent in our decision-making, ensuring that we make informed choices given our limited financial resources."

She threatened, which makes Kristoffer laugh again. "I won't ruin everything, if it'll hurt you, you know me." She nodded. "Then spill the tea, Kris." "A traitor is someone you can first consider as your companion, your partners or friend, someone you can trust, not knowing that their true nature may be to betray you." Kristoffer smirked as he continue. "You should do the hostile takeover." "How can we do that? Bright Horizon's company is already at its good position, since the rumours out there are indeed done getting rid of. There's nothing serious problems going on now at Tristan's company."

I would have been happy if I hadn't been thinking of Julia. Julia also told me that she wanted me to be her friend forever but nothing really last forever. Now I have a trust issue. //WyByCa

“I don't trust humans, honey. They are too cunning to be trusted. I don't trust them enough in situations like this. They might be enemies, who knows?” Madeline grunted in disbelief. Seriously? He doesn't trust them? Goodness! This man doesn't fail to amaze her. He doesn't trust humans, he say. Someone who is not trustworthy doesn't trust others too. He was untrustworthy yet he calls others so. This is like a kettle calling pot black, isn't it? He should stop being a hypocrite. “Not like you're trustworthy yourself.” “I know I'm not. That's why I don't trust people.”

"I've never had anybody on my side. I've never had anybody who has tried to protect me. You say all the right things, Adam. And you do all the right things to make me lean towards you. But the fact is, you could turn around one day and stab me in the back. I'm going to keep waiting for that day because I don't know how to trust people. Not anymore. I don't even know if that word exists in my vocabulary." I immediately get to my feet. "We are––"

There was a pause. Then—unexpectedly—he said, “I used to trust people too fast.” Naya blinked. “That’s... random.” Adrian leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms behind his head. “It’s not. You’re not the only one who got burned.” She stared at him. He didn’t look away. “Someone betrayed you?” she asked quietly. “My best friend. Business partner. We built a company together in our twenties. First big win. I thought we were family. He used my name to hide money he was laundering through a shell firm.”

My voice carried the faintest edge, not sharp enough to cut, but enough to warn. His lips twitched, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Trust is a weakness. Power, on the other hand..." He leaned in, his breath barely grazing my skin, his tone dipping into something conspiratorial. "That’s what keeps people like us alive. But power in the wrong hands? That’s dangerous, don’t you think?" A slow hum built in my chest, the echo of something unspoken. Wrong hands. The words rattled inside me, knocking against a door I had nailed shut long ago.

However, at this point my thoughts were only running wild, resulting to an uneasy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach. I suddenly began reflecting on my life. Being a rich bachelor has so many pitfalls, but the most aggravating one of all is that I was constantly a victim of gluttonous people. The fake endearment that I had constantly fallen into has only forced me to create an invaluable vision of trust. In consequence, trust has become a foreign word to me. At some point owning millions became an unbearable burden. A cruel reminder that despite having it all. I had nothing, but regardless of the torment, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving under critical conditions.

Fuck it! "Damn, that's... That's an absurdity. For what? For business? Is their money not enough? They lost you for almost four years and begged for you to come back to them and this is how they treat you to make it up? They are certainly the worst." My sister blurted out and I know it's so fucking terrifying and full of bullshit.