Novel & Cerita You Should Have Never Trusted Hollywood

Fast forward to the future, the leading actress who had humiliated her back then was already locked away. Tracy did not trust anyone in the industry. In fact, the only person she trusted was Roland, yet he was a nobody. His incompetence had long extinguished any hint of affection Tracy might have had for him.

“You think they are lying.” “I don’t know,” I admit. “And that is the problem. On paper they look spotless. Money, businesses, charity work, history that checks out nothing obviously fake.” She stares at me. “Then why don’t you trust them?” Because nothing is ever that clean I want to say but I don’t instead I take a slow breath. “Because I have seen what happens when people look perfect and aren’t,” I say quietly. “Because you have already been used once and because I don’t want anyone else getting close to you if there is even a chance they mean you harm.”

“And we’ve been friends for years.” I shook my head. “Trust means choosing someone even when they can hurt you.” He gave me a look. “No offense,” he laughed. “You gave Damien that and look what he did. Would you trust him with your life now?” “At least I gave him a chance to prove himself,” I defended. “Yeah, that logic would only get you killed if you live in my world.” He leaned forward. “Rich people don't have that kind of luxury.” I rolled my eyes.

"Then the answer is no." The response caught me off guard. No bargaining. No pressure. No manipulation. Just acceptance. Yet somehow that made me trust it less. Life had taught me that genuine people could still cause enormous damage. Sometimes more than dishonest ones. "How do I know this isn't a plan?" I asked. "How do I know you won't try something?" Before Damien could answer, Sophie spoke. "You don't." The honesty startled everyone. "You don't know us. You shouldn't trust us. We haven't earned that."

The dim lights, the bed, the moment I trusted him with everything. I trusted him! Why? Why throw my dignity in the mud for just twenty bucks? Why pick me for his game? My throat tightened as I slowly looked back up at him. “Take the video down.” My voice trembled with desperation. “Please.” Gary shrugged. “Why? I can't lose the game.” “This is my life! You're ruining it all just for a game! Is this how much you hate me? What did I ever do to you? I trusted you! I trusted you!” I cried, my body shaking so bad. “Please…”

"I never touched Hailey while Riley and I were together. That part she has wrong." "Does she, though? Or does she just not have all the pieces, because you've never given them to her?" Julian set his glass down and turned properly to face him. "Mate. I love you. I have loved you since you fell asleep in a lecture hall and drooled on my notes freshman year, and I am going to say this as your friend and not as somebody trying to make you feel worse. You cannot keep asking that woman to trust you in the dark. Nobody does that. Nobody sane does that. You're asking her to hand you the exact same faith she handed you ten years ago, right before you left her standing there in front of everyone she'

Quincy There’s a saying you hear around here by your second or third week, whispered like a prayer and carved into the back of your head whether you like it or not: Don’t trust anyone. Not your cellmate. Not the guy who trades you cookies for soap. Not the guards, the chaplain, the janitor, not even the rat outside the laundry hall. Trust gets you shanked. Trust gets you stripped. Trust gets you dead. I thought I understood that. And I had defiled that law once with my cellmate.

Wesley argued. “Never believe what the media tells you. Trust people who know them. I've got a business where those pretenders launder their money.” Wesley looked at me without blinking. He smiled, realizing he'd forgotten that important fact. Satisfied with my answer, he agreed to my plan. After promising to meet on Monday night, he left my office. I stared at the envelope on the table. I did the right thing by not trusting anyone. The people I thought were friends and family were the ones who destroyed my loved ones. My poor mother. What happened to make her lose her zest for life?

Mostly. It’s been a rough day. Back-to-back meetings. Clients panicking. Some betrayed us, invested elsewhere, now crawling back. ‘They broke the trust first,’ I said, back in that meeting, eyes locked on the cowards across the table. ‘So we can do the same.’ Helia disagreed, of course. ‘We’re a symbol of trust,’ he said. ‘They’ve learned their lesson. We give them another chance.’ I cut him off. ‘This isn’t a hope foundation, Helia. It’s a business.’

"It was very hard for me to trust you to watch her. As you can see already, she is very dear to me. And is the most precious member of my family, my heart and soul. After what happened with the last nanny, despite all her qualifications, I made up my mind never to trust anyone else again." "Please understand…I’m not trying to belittle you, Ms. Moore, but my point is that the last nanny came with several positive recommendations, but still turned out to be a fraudster. And that hurt my trust in people. I mean..." He paused to see if I was following. Although unsure of how the information was going to be relevant, I chose to listen keenly. "If someone who is a part of a very famous agency coul