Novel & Cerita Untrustworthy Synonym

“The things you’ve said don’t seem useful to us in any way.” “...” Taken aback, Ada suddenly felt anxious. “What do you mean it’s useless? If it wasn’t for me, would you have known the relationship between Shirley and Carter? Mr. Whitman, you’re a businessman, and all businesses run on trust.” “Trust? You dare talk about trust with me?” Jeremy chuckled, immediately lifting his fierce narrow eyes. “That day, in this exact spot, you had told me that you had wanted to make a deal with me as well. What happened then? You were just colluding with Carter, leading me into the trap. Do you think I’d still trust your words?”

Then again, trust is giving someone a knife that they could use to stab you at any time. Trust is a dangerous game. But so also was the night to come.

He laughed about the fact that I was conceding to his words, I guess I had no options knowing that i was a mess disagreeing with this voice, reminding myself of drinking a jar of uncut wine that I feel awkward about. "Trust is a huge word yet small"I uttered, knowing that I couldn't trust this thing that I couldn't even describe what it is. "And fear is a short word yet it's instilled and decided upon just like trust" the fact that It corrected my words made it clear that this was definitely a permanent connection that I was having with or without my wolf. "Hmm"

He let the sentiment trail off as if letting me make my own excuses for myself. “But that makes me feel cruddy,” I lamented. “I should make up my own mind about a person.” “Not necessarily,” Wick argued in a rational, even voice. “There are a lot of people I’ve never met who I’ve formed opinions about because someone I trust and am loyal to feels a certain way toward them.” “Well, then I’m ashamed I put any trust and loyalty into such an unreliable, lying, cheating source,” I muttered bitterly. “You didn’t know,” he said softly.

he wavers. Back to my point, right? He does not trust that I can make a sane plan. He does not believe that I can really pull out something. He does not believe that I can actually get myself out of the mess that I myself created. Right? “I am sorry for making you feel that way. I didn’t mean to. It is just that... I don’t get it. Why give them anything? You don’t even need them, B. I am here. And those people? You know very well that you can’t even trust them. People who are swayed by money are so unreliable. They will betray you once they land another better deal. They would sell you out in a heartbeat.”

“Then why would he—” Frank’s mouth twitched, just the corner lifting. “Men get greedy.” “You don’t actually believe that.” Frank didn’t answer right away. Instead he reached for the whiskey glass I had left on the table. “I’ve been doing this a long time,” he said finally. “Trust doesn’t mean anything. When money and power start talking, you’d be surprised what people are capable of.” Something about the way he said it made the back of my neck prickle. “Does Marco know you think this?”

Was that because he learned the truth just now? I chuckled and turned my gaze away from him. My chuckle turned into laughter. I held my stomach and could not stop laughing like a crazy woman. I was not laughing at him but at my own fate. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. I looked at him and stopped laughing. I shook my head and said, "Adrian Miller, you can never trust me, right?" His brows were lifted by my question. To make things more clear to him, I said, "When I have been telling you that I didn't drug you, you never believed me. But when I got tired of your fake accusations and admitted a lie, you still didn't believe me. It looks like I am the most untrustworthy person in the world."

she says, “they don’t know how to neutralize you anymore.” That should feel like victory. It doesn’t. It feels like exposure. Later that night, lying awake, I think about something that’s been bothering me for days. This alliance—this adjacency—it works because it resists ownership. But what happens when someone breaks that trust? When someone consolidates quietly? When ambition finds a way to disguise itself as care? I text him. We’re building something that can’t be enforced. He replies quickly. Then it has to be practiced. I close my eyes.

he demanded. “What do you think? You were the one who dared use that smart little mouth for something you had very little understanding of. Not only did you mock my appearance- an appearance you know nothing of- you dare play with the little trust I had in you. In what would’ve been a great partnership to be formed. Instead, you had to run that mouth and ruin it. Now, if that is not what someone calls ‘stupid’, I don’t know what it is.” “Who the hell would trust anyone as suspicious as you that easily?!”

Not even the grief I had seen briefly after the worst nights of his life. This was the specific hollowness of a man who had trusted completely and had been found to be catastrophically wrong in that trust. Not wrong in a way that could be attributed to insufficient information or reasonable misjudgment. Wrong in the way that only happens when someone has made a deliberate long-term investment in appearing trustworthy, and the wrongness is therefore total — every memory of trust recontextualized at once, every moment of reliance revealed as a moment of exposure.