In a world that doubts his innocence, who will dare to believe?
Chained By Conviction
by R.M. Demeester
Genre: Psychological Thriller
The
community is outraged when Robert Hall, a philanthropist and devoted
family man, is murdered by Kobe, a stranger.
Among
the chaos, Elle, Kobe's fiancée, is certain of two things: Kobe
loves her, and he did not kill Robert. But as the weight of
circumstantial evidence swallows Kobe whole, Elle vows to exonerate
him at any cost. Yet, in a world that doubts his innocence, who will
dare to believe?
An
online sleuth, claiming to be a former co-worker, steps forward with
a burning disdain for Robert, sharing a common goal to expose the
real truth behind his façade. But can Elle truly trust them?
Elle
struggles with a haunting question: If Kobe is truly innocent, who
else wanted Robert dead? And just how far is Elle willing to go for
the man she loves?
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Excerpt: 1
The memory of seeing him for the first time after his arrest
still lingered in my mind.
Denied bail.
The judge’s words clanged in my head. Painfully long weeks passed before I
could finally visit him. He was dressed in a jumpsuit, his once-shaggy brown
hair now unkempt, and his prominent cheekbones sunken. His diminished muscles
reminded me of the burden he carried. His eyes bore dark circles, mirroring the
torment he was still enduring. He appeared pitiful and scared as if he had aged
significantly overnight.
With a quiver in his voice and fear etched in his eyes, he
mustered the words: "Elle, I didn't do it..."
His trembling sincerity wrapped around my heart, squeezing a
painful sob from my throat. "Elle," he whispered again, "I need
you." And I knew, in that desperate plea, there was more than fear… there
was love.
I remembered a time before the jumpsuits, a time when Kobe
would look at me, his eyes shining with a loving warmth. "You’re my rock,
Elle," he used to say, holding me close. "Without you, I'd be
lost." I swallowed it down, the bitter taste of despair lingering on my
tongue. His eyes, now devoid of hope, were once vibrant and full of life. Now
they just mirrored the cold, grey walls surrounding him. The Kobe I knew seemed
to fade with each passing year, replaced by this shell of a man, accused of a
crime he didn't commit."
Excerpt: 2
As lunchtime approached, I yearned
for a moment alone with Mallory, a chance to break free from the constraints of
secrecy. I tried to remind myself of the potential consequences for my family
and my carefully cultivated reputation, but as usual, I pushed it away. The
desire to be with Mallory openly tugged at my heart.
"There you are, Robert."
Mallory's smile was sharp and alluring, as she lightly knocked on the frame of
my open door and leaned against it. She smoothed her blouse with nonchalant
grace, but as she arched her back, her fantastic breasts were accentuated even
more, seemingly just for me. "I thought you might've been devoured by your
paperwork."
A tight smile tugged at my lips,
but I tried not to look up, not to stare at her like some horny monster, which
almost made me chuckle. "Mallory, the paperwork is a relentless monster,
as you know."
Secluded in a remote corner, the
universe condensed to a single table designed for quiet, conspiratorial
exchanges. Our conversation pirouetted delicately between professional subjects
and charged glances, steeped in unsaid thirsts.
"Robert," she began, her
gaze unyielding as it burrowed into mine. She closed the door with the back of
her heel and approached my desk, twirling a blond curl around her index finger.
"Do you ever ponder if we're truly walking the right path?"
I faltered, my heart clattering
against my rib cage. "That thought... it crosses my mind too, baby."
Her timing was unnerving, forcing me to confront emotions I’d rather bury.
"But we have responsibilities. Families, children... they trust us."
The thought of my children became an unexpected lifeline against her insistent,
seductive pull.
Yet Mallory was relentless. She
laid her hand on mine and leaned over my desk, giving me a full view down her
blouse, a daring move that heightened the tension. "Don't you get tired,
Robert? Of always wearing a mask; never fully satisfied? Is this the life we
want to keep leading... that you want to keep leading?"
Her touch sent a jolt through me,
igniting a storm of conflicting desires. If only Alice could meet my needs,
rekindle the passion that once was. But Mallory… she understood the depth of my
unmet desires. And it was inevitable. She'd soon demand more. Each word of hers
fanned the flame, but I knew I had to remain focused, to hold on to our
precarious arrangement.
"We need to bide our time,
Mallory." The sentence was a plea. A secret affair with my secretary must
remain just that.
A secret.
R.M. Demeester lives in Saskatchewan, Canada. She is the mother of three young children, and owner of a rescue dog, a chocolate lab, Gainer. R.M. Demeester has been writing for as long as she could hold a pencil.
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