Wrongly Accused Book Novels & Stories

Ethan’s voice trembled as he accused me, like I was the one who’d betrayed him: "So this is why you stormed in here this morning, right? You've been doubting me and Amber’s pure friendship all along! You don't even trust your own fated mate!" "Scarlett Hayes, if you thought this way all along, why couldn't you just say it? Why make such a scene? You're such a hypocrite! All you rich, high-society wolves are so damn self-righteous!" I couldn't believe it. Even now, with everything laid bare, Ethan was actually turning it around, blaming me for not trusting him, for ruining our bond. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath of the air thick with their mixed scents, and felt sick. My voice was ice.

That slap was harder than what Peter had wanted to inflict on me earlier. Dylan started bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He held his face but still pretended to be innocent as he grabbed Lily’s arm. “Mom! Save me! I didn’t do that… I’m innocent! Brooklyn’s the one who’s framing me!” Lily also lost her train of thought. When she saw the crowd’s accusing gazes, she felt dizzy. The adopted son that she was very proud of was a vicious liar? Her biological son, whom she despised, was actually innocent?

I said under my breath. The doctor looked at me uncertainly. “What?” I ignored the question and stared at him with disgust. “What you did was wrong. Do you understand that? Anya was falsely accused because of you. She is the victim in all of this.” The doctor’s face crumpled. “I know,” he whispered. “I know. I am sorry. I was blinded by greed. I let the money tempt me. Please forgive me.” A bitter laugh almost escaped me. “Forgive you?” I repeated.

She kept her head down, not out of guilt, but because she didn’t know how to face Alex. Three years ago, she was wrongfully accused. But Alex was Aura’s brother. He had lost the sister he cherished. In the face of his grief, right and wrong blurred into nothingness. And for Eloise, it was suffocating. “I don’t want to live here,” she said softly, breaking the silence. All eyes snapped at her in surprise. Ainsley’s expression darkened. He gestured for her to come closer, his voice commanding and absolute. “Come here.”

I, too, was stunned as I stared at her, memories coming back to me in fragments. Long ago, when we had depended on each other, someone once falsely accused me of stealing in a grocery store. Lucy had pulled the person away and cleared my name. I’d forgotten how it ended—the years had blurred the details—but it was one of the few times she had trusted me. Now, once again, she systematically laid out the evidence. Zack struggled, tried to argue, and was promptly taken away by the police and shoved into a car. Hugh and I also gave brief statements.

About standing at his door that morning, the punch that had split his lip and the look on Freddie's face when he walked past him in the corridor. He thought about Lina. About the version of all of this that he had told himself. That he had been wronged. That he deserved what he had been chasing. That the end justified everything that had gone into getting there. He pulled over. Sat in the car. He thought about going to the press. Thought about going to the police. Thought about all the ways he could burn this down now that he understood what it actually was. Karthy was right about one thing. His name was on too much of it.

my best friend responded, and I glanced at her, and she was smiling from ear to ear. "Did you sabotage our retreat?" I asked her, and her face fell. "Of course not, Megan. I know you needed this retreat, but I am sorry. If I had known, I would have asked the in-charge if they had some celebrity who would be coming today. It never crossed my mind that Ashton could be here as well," she said, and I gave a weak smile to my best friend. "I am sorry, Alice, I know it is wrong of me to accuse you of something like that, thinking you are my best friend," I responded.

My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the room number listed there. She had texted me Room 612, but the confirmation email said Room 613. That meant I knocked on the wrong door last night—on the room next door. I felt like screaming after realizing the truth, but seeing the regret on Nicky’s face, I chose to close my eyes and calm myself down. She already felt incredibly guilty. Blaming her wouldn’t help—even though it really was her mistake that led me to knock and enter the wrong room. I should’ve known something was off the moment a ridiculously handsome man opened the door.

After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness. The doctor said she was projecting her trauma onto me. She subconsciously viewed me as her attacker, as an unforgivable sinner. Her parents didn't correct her. Neither did mine. I did nothing wrong. But everyone else could be saved as long as I sacrificed myself. Samantha filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of marital assault, and hired a team of lawyers. But the judge wasn't a fool. Due to a lack of evidence, Samantha's claims were dismissed after several hearings.

However, Zachary assumed he was onto me and smugly replied, "Am I wrong? Wasn't your mother just trying to scam her way into getting some money? She had been in poor health for some time now, hadn't she? That was why she tried to resort to this to get some money to buy your brother a house. "Well, unfortunately for her, it was Gigi she tried to scam, and Gigi has appointed me as her defense lawyer! You guys won't be getting away with this, not with me around!" A crisp sound rang out as I slapped him so hard his head flew to the side. I could hardly contain the ball of rage burning within me. Once again, he was blatantly believing Gigi's one-sided claims without even looking into the matter f