Exelle
"You ruined my life, didn't you know that? So, I must ruin yours, too," he declared with a chilling intensity, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he forcefully dragged me through the front door and into the house. My body collided harshly with the unforgiving floor, leaving painful bruises on my skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my knee as it made contact with the hard surface.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought hard to hold them back, feeling utterly helpless in that moment.
"Damn you, bitch! If it weren't for that fucking, worthless paper, I wouldn't have you as my useless wife!" His hand swung violently, striking my face and sending me stumbling to the floor. I struggled to rise, but the pain coursing through my body made it impossible. Every inch of me ached terribly. There were fleeting moments when I contemplated giving up, but a flicker of determination kept me going.
Why am I so foolish?
"I hate you! I wish I never met you!"
His hurtful words reverberated through my mind, each syllable echoing like a discordant melody. It was excruciating to listen to, but I couldn't help but absorb every word. That's how deeply I loved him. My ears were attuned to him alone.
"I hate you, Xiellenna!"
I loved him, and yet he harbored such intense hatred for me. This time, I yearned to shield my ears from the painful onslaught. Hearing the person you love utter words of hatred cuts deeper than any physical blow.
I HATE YOU!
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I found myself perched on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for air. Then, it hit me—my dreams. Upon awakening, a profound emptiness engulfed me, leaving me feeling adrift.
What did those dreams mean? They hadn't plagued my sleep in years, and now they resurfaced in my mind without warning. Taking a deep breath, I cast a glance out the window. The world outside remained cloaked in darkness, rain pouring relentlessly from the sky. Determined, I stood up, slipping into my night coat and making my way to the door.
Peering down the dimly lit hallway toward the staircase, I hesitated. I always turned off the lights before retiring to bed, a habit borne out of caution. A nagging feeling told me that I wasn't alone in this house. It was our old house—the place I once shared with my former husband.
I sigh.
The mere thought of him, my ex-husband, sent a shiver down my spine. And the unsettling feeling of not being alone in this familiar space filled me with apprehension. I knew the maids resided in a separate wing of the house, tucked away in their own quarters.
I had considered buying a condominium, but the significance this house held in my heart dissuaded me. It was here that I hoped to witness a transformation, as it would soon undergo renovations. I eagerly anticipated that change.
Yet, what if someone had already infiltrated the premises, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike without warning?
With a resigned sigh, I took a deep breath.
I extended my hand and flicked the light switch, illuminating the staircase. Relief washed over me as I saw no signs of intruders. Gradually, a sense of calm settled within me, urging me to proceed downstairs into the living room. But suddenly, the air grew dense, a heavy weight pressing upon my senses.
"When did this presence make itself known?" I murmured to myself, entertaining the notion of a ghost haunting these walls. It was an eerie thought, but could it be that I was simply succumbing to madness?
Gosh.
Why did I always feel this way when I was alone? Perhaps I hadn't changed at all.
"Since you came back," a chillingly familiar voice echoed from behind, its icy tone freezing me in place. It was a voice that had screamed in my ears countless times, years ago.
This is insane.
Could it be that I was merely hallucinating, trapped in an unaltered house while time marched on? Every nook and cranny whispered memories of the past, a constant reminder of what once was.
"Xiellenna," his voice called out my name, and in that moment, I was stunned, my senses frozen in time. My breaths came in quick succession as my heart raced, its pounding echoing in my chest. Without a second thought, I turned around, only to be met with his presence, standing before me, an enigmatic figure.
A surge of emotions overwhelmed me, and my heart skipped a beat, as if recognizing a long-lost melody. Everything seemed to stand still, the world hushed in anticipation of what was about to unfold.
"W-Who, who are you?" I stammered, feigning ignorance, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity. His penetrating gaze bore into me, searching for answers, yet he offered no response, his eyes locked onto mine. "W-What do you want? H-How did you get inside this house? T-Tell me--"
"Don't act like you didn't know me, Xiellenna. This is, I mean, this was the house we used to live in together, seven years ago," he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia. I averted my gaze, unable to withstand the intensity of his stare.
This was real.
I wasn't trapped within the confines of a dream; I was wide awake, confronted by the past that had long haunted me.
"Hans," I finally mustered the courage to utter his name, my voice tinged with apprehension. Still, I avoided meeting his eyes directly, as if the mere act would expose my vulnerability to him.
Paranoia coursed through my veins, remnants of the pain he had inflicted upon me in the past. Yet, I drew upon every ounce of strength within me, determined not to succumb to my emotions. All the progress I had made, the steps I had taken to move on, would be rendered futile if I allowed fear and anxiety to consume me.
I knew I had to face him, to confront the ghosts of our shared history. Though fear lingered, I refused to let it cripple me.
Yes, I had loved him once, but that was seven years ago, during the chaotic whirlwind of our tumultuous relationship. Now, things had changed. While unease and trepidation gnawed at my core, I was certain I had moved on. My only remaining fear was the prospect of him causing me pain once more, a fear I couldn't shake.
No other connections remained between us.
"Get out of here," I whispered, my voice firm and resolute.
"And why?" he responded, his tone growing colder, his words steeped in seriousness.
Finally, I summoned the strength to meet his gaze directly, displaying the gravity of my intent. "Because you're not welcome here anymore," I declared, half-expecting a reaction from him. However, instead of a fleeting expression, he seized my right arm with an iron grip, yanking me closer to a nearby wall, effectively cornering me with his embrace.
In that moment, a vivid flashback flooded my mind, a recollection of the dream that had plagued me earlier. He would never hurt me again, for I would never allow it. "Let me go, Hans. Leave this place," I commanded, my voice stern, inches away from his face.
The fear that had gripped me moments ago now gave way to an unfamiliar anger, simmering within me. Though revenge was not my intention, my fervent desire was for him to vanish from my life, to leave without a trace.
Now, anger surged through my veins, fueling my defiance. "I said leave," I reiterated, as if he were deaf to my pleas.
"NO!" he bellowed,
his voice reverberating through the space before us, causing me to pause momentarily.
"LEAVE!" I retorted, my voice echoing with a newfound strength.
In that moment, I no longer feared him; instead, I felt a fiery annoyance and resentment burn within me. "Go home, Hans," I spoke with unwavering seriousness. Yet, he remained silent, fixated on me with an unyielding gaze. His actions filled me not with fear, but a potent blend of anger and unease.
"What do you exactly want, Hans Kenji Alvez?"
"You. I want you back, former Mrs. Alvez," he replied, his words hanging in the air, as though igniting the embers of a dormant flame.
Exelle"You. I want you back, former Mrs. Alvez," echoed in my mind as I jolted upright in bed, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. My hand instinctively clutched my chest, seeking to calm the erratic beats of my heart. What was that? Why would I dream such a bewildering scenario? It was beyond reason, utterly insane for such a thing to manifest in reality.Just as my racing thoughts began to settle, my attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of my cellphone, perched atop the nightstand next to my bed. I reached out and glanced at the screen, eager to identify the caller responsible for disrupting my disoriented state.Anonymous Calling.Curiosity mingled with suspicion, giving rise to a flurry of questions within me. Who could be audacious enough to contact me anonymously at this early hour? And how did they acquire my private contact information? As I pondered these thoughts, the sunlight seeped through the ga
ExelleI sat quietly in the car, the weight of Lex's words sinking deep into my consciousness. The road stretched ahead, but my mind was consumed by the revelations he had just shared. The familiar melodies of a song played softly in the background, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing within me.Lex's singing, once a source of amusement, now seemed distant and inconsequential. The gravity of Rylie's betrayal overshadowed everything else. How could my closest friend have deceived me so profoundly? The realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of my trust and leaving behind the debris of shattered friendship.Desire for the truth consumed me, urging me to confront Lex, to unveil the secrets they had kept hidden from me. I broke the rhythm of his singing, interjecting with a playful remark. But Lex's sudden seriousness only intensified my curiosity. Something significant lay beneath the s
Exelle "Miss Kim..." Audrey's voice calling my name broke through my thoughts, and I turned to face her, mustering a forced smile. My mind had been preoccupied ever since Alexis left an hour ago, consumed by the unexpected revelations we had discussed—events from years ago that I had never imagined had occurred. "Here are the copies of your contract with Mr. Sanchez, along with the papers regarding the proposal of Vallejo Corporation to EXiellene Royal. I've made four copies of each document in case of an emergency. Are you feeling unwell, Miss Kim?" Audrey handed me a white expanding envelope while inquiring about my well-being. I simply nodded in response. Without any further questions, she left me to my own devices as I opened the envelope and examined the files it contained. Audrey must have sensed my mood, as she refrained from prying any further. "How about the blueprint of the building? May I che
ExelleWith a devious smile on my face, I settled into the backseat of the car, my eyes fixated on the contents of my black leather notebook. Revenge 101, it was appropriately titled, for within its pages lay all the meticulously crafted plans I had concocted for them. The car whisked me away to the venue of the grand party, the excitement bubbling inside me like that of a mischievous child. Oh, how I had missed the thrill of playing these childish games of revenge during my time on Earth. It was a sensation I had come to relish, and as I indulged in a mental laugh, I reveled in the delicious anticipation of what lay ahead.Glancing up from my notebook, I caught the gaze of the driver through the rearview mirror.Oh, how foolish I must have appeared, laughing to myself in the solitude of the car. I must have looked crazy for a moment. Attempting to hide my amusement, I addressed him with feigned innocence, pretending
Exelle Their eyes were on me, fixated with awe and admiration as I made my entrance. It seemed I had the power to turn heads, drawing everyone's attention solely towards me. "Man, who is she?" I overheard someone whisper. "A goddess? Haha. But she looks like one," another voice chimed in. "Who is she?" someone asked, genuinely curious. "I don't know," came the uncertain response. "Maybe a friend of Mr. Riguera. She's invited tonight anyways," another person speculated. "Is that the owner of EXiellene Royale?" someone asked, recognizing me. "I guess so. But she looks more than just good. She's really beautiful," a voice remarked, capturing the sentiment of many. "Do you know her?" one person asked another. "Yeah, she's quite famous as the owner of the well-known EXiellene Royale. You know, the hotels and resorts in America. But actually, well-known worldwide," the second person explained. "Oh yeah, I remember. She's the so-called Miss Kim of that hotel and resort, EXiellene
Exelle My first kiss was with Alexis, back when we were college students. We were both curious about the sensation of a kiss, venturing into the realm of the unknown. In hindsight, it seems somewhat foolish, doesn't it? Thankfully, our exploration didn't extend beyond that single kiss. I can still recall the gentle touch of Lex's hand on the bare skin of my back, the pressure he applied as our lips met. I could feel our bodies drawing closer, the electricity between us palpable. Yet, that kiss held no significance for me. I remained guarded, fully aware of our surroundings. It was oddly awkward, my attention divided even as our lips were locked. However, when I sensed the approach of the two individuals we had been awaiting, I brought our kiss to an end. I discreetly pinched Alexis' side, eliciting a flinch from him. Perhaps I had discovered a sensitive spot. Both of us chuckled as we parted, our reactions perfectly aligned. Putting on a show, I turned my gaze towards Hans and
Exelle "H-Hans..." I stuttered, my voice trembling as I called out my husband's name. He didn't hear me, and I didn't bother attempting to call him again. Finding him standing on the veranda in the living room, I noticed it was already eleven at night, yet he remained wide awake, gazing outside. The moonlight bathed his body, casting an ethereal glow upon him. Oh, how I loved this man. But I couldn't fathom why he couldn't reciprocate that love. Silently, I watched him from where I stood, admiring his figure and every aspect of his being. He wore the same white polo he wore to work, and his disheveled hair seemed to suit him perfectly. In that moment, he resembled an ancient Greek god, and despite everything, I couldn't deny the innocence and cuteness he exuded when he was silent. I wished it could stay that way forever. His well-built physique, his sharp nose, his long eyelashes, and his lips, so enticing and kissable—everything about him captivated me, stealing my gaze and cla
Hans Darn it! I slammed my hands furiously on the desk, causing him to flinch under my sudden outburst. "What do you mean you don't have anything for me!?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over. "M-Mr. Alvez, I really don't have anything else apart from the initial report I gave you. Everything you asked me to find doesn't match what you're looking for," he stammered, trying to explain himself. "That's impossible. I can clearly sense that she's Xiellenna. So how is it that you couldn't find any information that matches my wife and Exelle!?" I interrogated him, growing more agitated by the second. He remained silent, unable to provide an adequate response. Gasping in disbelief, I facepalmed and turned my back to him. It was inconceivable to me that even my trusted secret investigator, someone who had never let me down before, couldn't uncover the information I desired. "Leave and come back when you finally have what I want," I coldly dismissed him, not even bothering to give h