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Confrontation
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I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY Come Alone
"Sit," Pandu commanded.I sat in the chair across from his desk, maintaining the posture of someone who expected to be treated as an equal rather than a subordinate.Pandu finally looked up, his eyes sharp despite his age. "You've created quite a disturbance.""I've created quite a correction," I replied.He smiled—brief, but genuine. "You're using that phrase consistently. 'Correction' rather than 'change.' It suggests you believe there's a proper order that was previously violated.""There was. Helena—the previous version of her—was systematically diminished until she barely existed. I'm restoring what should have been present all along.""The previous version of her," Pandu repeated, his eyes narrowing. "Interesting phrasing. As if you're distinguishing between two separate entities."My heart rate accelerated, but I kept my expression neutral. "People change, Grandfather. Trauma either breaks you or reconstructs you. I chose reconstruction.""Hmm." He closed the manuscript careful
I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY The Game
The Celestial Hotel's grand ballroom glittered like a constellation brought to earth—crystal chandeliers refracting light into a thousand fractured rainbows, marble floors polished to mirror-perfection, and the city's elite circulating through the space like well-dressed predators assessing their territory.The charity gala was ostensibly raising funds for children's education—the kind of cause that allowed the wealthy to feel virtuous while displaying their wealth. I'd accepted the invitation knowing Nadira would be there. Her message had made that inevitable."Helena Turi," the announcer called as I entered, and conversations stuttered across the ballroom. Eyes turned. Assessments were made.I wore crimson—a deliberate provocation. The dress was architectural, structured to emphasize strength rather than fragility. My hair was pulled back severely, exposing the bone structure that photographs loved. I looked like someone who'd declared war and arrived to collect."My God, is that re
I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY Will not Repeat
The four week after my escape brought an unexpected complication in the form of Dr. Adrian Soekarno.I encountered him at a private medical charity event—one of the endless string of galas and fundraisers that defined upper-class social architecture. He was younger than I'd expected for someone with his reputation, perhaps thirty-five, with the kind of understated elegance that suggested competence rather than vanity.He approached me during the cocktail reception, his expression carefully neutral but his eyes betraying something deeper—concern, perhaps, or guilt."Ms. Turi," he said quietly, "I wonder if I might have a moment of your time. Privately."I assessed him with the cold calculation that had become my default setting. Adrian Soekarno was the Padip family's personal physician—the man who'd overseen Helena's health during her marriage, who'd witnessed her decline into depression and isolation later in life, and who prescribed the drugs that ultimately ended her life at the end
I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY Adrian's Confession
The Turi name carried weight in this city—the kind of institutional power that transcended mere wealth and extended into the realm of social architecture. I discovered this truth within forty-eight hours of my escape from the Padip mansion, when a single phone call secured me a penthouse apartment in the city's most exclusive district despite my complete lack of current income or verifiable employment."Ms. Turi," the property manager had said with the deference reserved for old money and older influence, "we'd be honored to have you as a resident. Your family's reputation precedes you."The irony wasn't lost on me. The same family name that had imprisoned me was now the key to my liberation.The penthouse was a monument to minimalist luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's glittering sprawl, furniture selected for aesthetic precision rather than comfort, and enough empty space to make the loneliness feel intentional rather than accidental. I stood at those windows on m
I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY Confrontation
The rain descended upon the city like the wrath of a scorned god. I sat beneath the bus shelter with nothing but the clothes clinging to my soaked skin and the fragmented truth of Julian's choice control through my mind. The kiss replayed endlessly, a cruel cinema of my own failure. He had chosen Nadira. Just like I had never existed at all. My score had plummeted to -13. The holographic screen that materialized before me was a testament to catastrophic failure. Ety's voice echoed with something that sounded almost like pity, though I couldn't be certain if a system could feel such human weakness. "Your level has decreased significantly," Ety announced, the words landing like stones dropped into still water. "Your emotional approach to the narrative has backfired monumentally." "I gathered that," I muttered, watching pedestrians rush past with their umbrellas, their lives intact and unburdened by impossible circumstances. "What does -13 mean exactly? Aside from the obvious fact
I KISSED MY HATER IN THE STORY Your Score –13
"I'm still a vir–" I declared. But before I could finish, my words were swallowed as the bodyguard's grip silenced me. I was dragged away from the mansion before I could say another word.Julian's face flashed with shock at my revelation—or perhaps at the interruption itself. I had smiled knowing that this truth would change his mind about me. With my virginity intact, he would understand I wasn't the corrupted woman he believed me to be, despite Oscar legally being my husband.But it was too late.I now found myself kneeling in front of the grand mansion like discarded trash. The rain began to fall, heavy and relentless, as though the heavens themselves mourned my expulsion. I winced as my body ached from the rough landing.Nadira emerged from the mansion, her face twisted in a smirk of victory. She approached me slowly, tilting my chin up with her finger, her voice dripping with false sweetness tinged with malice. "Dear sister, you've always been the one obtaining everything from ou
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