I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY

Kayla Turi POV“Is everyone in this damn book insane?!”I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger.I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?”I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.The last chapter had been the breaking point. The female lead, pregnant and already battered by life, ended up dead.So, the whole story was basically a manual of suffering. A rich girl wasting her life on the wrong man.Her name was Helena Turi. She had everything. Money, comfort, and choices. But she tossed it all aside for Oscar, a gorgeous man who she believed could give her the comfort she’d been missing since childhood, when her parents were always too busy

I picked up the phone and staring at the locked screen.“Seriously? A password?!” I felt frustrated for a moment before I finally looked at the calendar.I thought, if someone’s really in love, they’d probably set the password with their partner’s birthday or some kind of special date.The problem was—I couldn’t remember any date right now. So I closed my eyes again, letting my body move on its own. It was like Helena’s body carried a memory separate from mine. A muscle memory that acted without me needing to think.When I opened my eyes, the password had already been typed in. I quickly scribbled it down in my paper before pressing enter. To my relief, the phone unlocked.I was suprise, because the profile picture is Helena and Oscar kissing on their wedding day. And I was stunned because the Oscar’s legs were still standing firm, and his eyes not blind. I narrowed my gaze.“Looks like I missed the part about why Oscar became blind and paralyzed,” I muttered.I dove straight into Wha

I stepped back, staring at him with confusion. “Nothing’s wrong,” I answered carelessly.He smirked. "Don’t you feel guilty?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.I let out an awkward laugh, “Not at all.” Of course, I knew what he meant—he was circling back to my status again. Ah… I mean Helena’s damn status.He stepped closer. His eyes, dark and predatory, locked onto mine. The air between us thickened, and I swear even the hum of the chandelier above grew silent.'Why does it feel like the whole mood changed in an instant?'“I’ll ask you one more time,” he raised his voice, “don’t you feel guilty for breaking the heart of your precious Oscar?!” His roar exploded right in front of my face.My knees gave out, trembling so badly they couldn’t hold me anymore. I crouched down in front of him, my palms cold against the glossy marble floor. In a broken whisper, I said, “It’s not entirely my fault…” My tears slid down before I could stop them.“Not your fault?” He laughed like a villain from