Wrongly Accused Book Novels & Stories

🦋 FELIX 🦋 Have you ever been falsely accused? How did you feel? That's exactly how I felt when I was being dragged out and locked up by those who were supposed to be protecting me. The feeling is unexplainable, but it's something I don't wish on anyone else. To wake up one morning and the coin has flipped to the other dangerous side of it… the already suspected victim who is innocent became the criminal. Like mathematics, a very toxic calculation.

Looking up with a smile that was used to cover the anger I could feel inside of me, I asked the woman who inched. Closer. No, I didn't want that. “I'm here to plead with you, Mr. Carlos. I'm more than sorry for what happened. As a matter of fact, I was deceived by Miss Isabella who washed my head with lies about the both of you being in a relationship.” Nodding, the smile on my face faded. “You will not blame Isabella for your foolishness. You will not do a thing like that because all these while when she was asking you to do these things to an innocent woman, you had a mind of your own and could do some thinking.”

She tilted her cup slightly and hot tea spilled directly onto my lap. I gasped and jumped up, whimpering. "Oops," Klara cooed, snatching some serviettes from the table, trying to wipe the spill but somehow making it ten times worse.. "I'm so clumsy around things that don't belong." Ethan stood up fast, his chair scraping loudly. "Klara, that's enough." "It was an accident," she replied innocently. "I'm so sorry, Madonna. I hope you're okay." The entire room had gone silent, everyone watching to see what I would do, including her as she stared down on me with an evil smile.

But I thought he was for him when he believed I had anything to do with Ashley’s murder,’ I thought, in disbelief with the result I came to. “Silence in the plaza. The only werewolf who should be speaking right now is none other than the witness giving her testimony,” the judge warned, silencing Dingo, before turning back to me. “Now, go on. Tell us what happened that got you demoted.” Confused as I was with his presence here, I also understood that Dingo was not going to call me out in any way. Not in the way his son would. A bit reassured, I took in a breathe and answered the question. “I was wrongfully accused for a crime I never committed.”

A relative behind her spoke up, "Samuel was accused to be involved in human trafficking, while Dario committed rape under the influence of alcohol. It's all your husband's doing!" Suzanne scoffed, and loudly questioned in front of the numerous reporters, "Did Nathan force them into human trafficking? Or force them into rape? Why accuse him of their wrongdoing?" The relative stood defiantly and retorted, "Everything was peaceful until they accused you, this ingrate, on the television the other day! "Then, both Samuel and Dario ran into trouble this morning. If it wasn't him, who else could it be?" Suzanne indignantly declared, "That only proves they were able to hide their crimes well after c

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

A little bit more.... The next morning I woke up feeling extremely refreshed and light. For over 6 years I had been wrongly accused and tagged for committing crimes that I knew absolutely nothing about. Even though I did make it a point to act like I didn't care about it, the accusations definitely followed me around like a serious plague all through. Well at least till last night. As soon as I woke up, the first thing that came to mind was everything that had played out the previous night between myself and both Lucas and Simon, and a smile soon appeared on my face

She asked and sniffed. "Ohh no I don't belong to any of that, I am just an ordinary girl leaving in tue convent home." I said. "Huh? what are you doing then?" I shook my head slowly. "I don't just know. Firstly I was brought here because I was wrongly accused for stealing an important documents from that guy in charge." She gasped. "You stole from Don Alec?" I tilted my head as I furrowed my brows. "Did i just say I was wrongly accused, meaning I didn't but confusingly he thinks I did."

But in her book I was the aggressor and she was the victim who couldn't say no. The section about the trial was worse. Karen described testifying as traumatic. Said I sat in the courtroom smirking while she cried. Said my lawyers attacked her character and made her look crazy. Said the justice system failed her by finding her guilty. She made the whole trial sound like a conspiracy against her instead of consequences for her actions. I called Marcus after I finished reading. "They sent me Karen's book" I said. "It's full of lies. She's calling me a predator. Saying I manipulated and abused her. We have to stop this."

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H