Lindy I Didn't Do It Mga Nobela at Kwento

As he spoke, Gregory clasped Linda’s trembling hand and shoved the current setting violently to its maximum. “It’s not enough! Linda, think—what else can raise Finn’s pain threshold? We're doing this for the other victims!” Linda’s gaze turned dark and unreadable. She stared at me, already motionless, her hand gripping a lighter so tightly that veins bulged. Shaking, she moved closer to my festering wounds, her voice hoarse. “Finn, I’m sorry… For… for everyone else not to be hurt, I have no choice but to wrong you. You only have yourself to blame for refusing to tell the truth back then!”

That I had… sucked his fucking dick. No fucking way. “Um… I don’t know who did it,” I lied. Cindy huffed, clearly unconvinced. “And Row, you aren’t saying anything! Even if you don’t know who spread the video, at least tell me—who was that you were…” She trailed off, her voice cracking slightly. “What?” I feigned ignorance, as if I had no clue what she was about to say. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She snapped, her patience thinning.

My phone has multiple missed calls from Zander. Zander: Are you coming tonight? Me: No. Something's come up. Zander: Where are you? I don't reply. Some things are better kept to myself. I grab Aiden's hand, and he holds mine back. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks.

I didn't. I could say it was because we were interrupted before I could even get the chance to, I could say it was because I felt bad for the guy- I could come up with a shit ton of different excuses to explain myself but the fact of the matter was that I didn't do what I normally would've and the reason was... well, I don't know. And then, as if things weren't weird enough already, I go and pull that shit at the Ferris wheel. Seriously!?

"Linda Lee, do you understand the rules?" ***

“Joy, Yelena is having some trouble with this. Why don’t you help her pick what she’ll need for her wedding?” Joy stared at Yelena. She was smiling, but when she met her gaze, her smile revealed provocation. Joy looked down. After some thought, she still decided to say no. “Sorry, I’m not free. I still have something to do at the dance troupe.” She only had half a month left and was about to perform. Before she left, she still had plenty of loose ends to tie up. She was not lying when she said she did not have time to help Yelena.

ZINNA The moment Marion walked back into my apartment on Saturday, I knew something was wrong. He had that look—guilty, hesitant, like he was about to confess to murder. I crossed my arms, blocking the hallway before he could pretend he came for a casual visit. “Spill it,” I said. “What did you go to tell my brother?” He tried to play dumb, of course. Marion was many things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. He looked down, scratched his neck, shifted his weight. “Zinna, it’s not what you think—”

I stiffen and say, “Nothing. You’re my boss and I like this job, so I don’t want to mess it up.” I’m not being truthful and from the look on Mr. Conti’s face, I think he can tell, but we both let the lie stand true. He nods and I nod, then I return to my desk, trying not to think about tonight as much as possible. For the most part, I’m able to remain professional for the rest of the day. I asked Tony to help me with the dress shopping and I’m glad I did because there is no way I would have survived the sticker shock of the kind of dress Mr. Conti was expecting me to get.

Seeing that the man was not interested in her, Linda wanted to give herself a chance to express, so she said lightly, "Before coming here, I already knew your identity, Mr. York. Actually, it doesn't matter. Adults should take responsibility for their actions. What happened between a man and a woman was consensual. You don't need to look for me, and I don't need you to take responsibility." Nash's gaze remained unchanged as he coldly remarked, "Did you prepare your excuses in advance?" Linda's complexion slightly paled, and she nibbled her lip. "I'm being genuine. I understand that Mr. York is affluent and influential, and many women fancy you and seek to cozy up to you. But I truly don't ha