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When Anger Takes Flesh
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2025-12-25 10:29:00Far from the battles Soren and Eve were fighting in silence, another war was unfolding—louder, messier, and soaked in regret.
By morning, the house Julian shared with Serena no longer felt like a home. It felt like a courtroom without rules, where everyone spoke at once and no one listened.
The argument that had simmered the day before did not cool with daylight.
It worsened.
It sharpened.
It grew teeth.
Julian stood in the center of the room, hands clenched at his sides, his face drawn tight with confusion and fury. Across from him, Serena paced like a trapped animal, her eyes red, her voice raw, her pride bleeding through every word she spoke.
His parents were there too.
Watching.
Judging.
Fueling the fire.
“What exactly did you do?” Julian’s father, Richard demanded, his voice cutting through the room like glass. “You don’t just walk into a company and ge
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I was more than pretty He didn’t deserve it!
The moment I stepped out of Soren’s house, the air struck me like punishment.Cold.Sharp.Unforgiving.It sliced through my skin, through my clothes, through the thin layer of strength I had borrowed just long enough to run. My steps carried me forward automatically at first, fast and uneven, driven by nothing but instinct. But after a few meters, they slowed. Then faltered.The adrenaline drained from my body all at once, leaving behind something raw and ugly, something heavy enough to buckle my knees if I let it.Regret.My chest tightened painfully as the weight of what I had just done came crashing down on me.What did I just do?The question echoed inside my head, loud and relentless. I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth, my breath breaking apart as fragments of the moment replayed against my will. His face, open and vulnerable. His voice, steady and sincere. The way his hands had held mine as
I was more than pretty When Love Spoke and Fear Answered
I really looked at him as though the words he had just spoken were fragile things, glass-thin, trembling in the air between us, capable of shattering if I touched them too quickly or breathed too hard.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, shock rooting me to the chair. “When you say… official. What do you really mean, Soren?”He didn’t look away.Not even for a heartbeat.“I mean we stop pretending,” he said calmly, but there was nothing casual about the way his eyes held mine. “I mean we date for real. I want us to be free to express the love we have hidden in our hearts for long. We both know how our hearts yearn to be noticed.”My breath caught, sharp and shallow, like I’d forgotten how to draw it properly.“I like you,” he continued, and something shifted in his voice then, something softer, warmer, almost unrecognizable
I was more than pretty The moment My heart skipped a beat
Days passed, quietly but not gently.They slipped by like a slow tide beneath the surface of everything, carrying tension, secrets, and a sense of inevitability I refused to name out loud. On the outside, things looked calm. Work continued. Meetings were held. Plans were revised, then revised again. But underneath that controlled rhythm, something restless stirred, and I felt it every day.Soren and I met again the way we always did now—without ceremony, without witnesses, without names attached to whatever it was between us.The place was familiar, safe in its neutrality. His private home. Not the main family mansion. Somewhere in between. Somewhere that belonged to his own peaceful side and somehow held too many truths.I arrived at his house quite earlier than usual.When I got inside, I settled into the seat comfortably, kicked off my shoes, and let my posture suggest ease. But my mind was already moving ahead of me, restles
I was more than pretty Divine punishment
Serena losing her baby was never random. It was never an accident born of anger alone. It was fate correcting itself in the most merciless way possible.Long before Serena ever walked into Julian’s life believing she had found love, another woman had already paid the price for that illusion. Eve had once been the offering. Burned quietly, strategically, by a woman who believed bloodlines were more important than lives. Mrs. Vale had made sure Eve never carried a child for her son. Never carried anything that could tie her permanently to that family. Eve never gave birth in her past life. Not because she could not love. Not because she did not want to. But because her body had been turned into a battlefield she never volunteered for.Now fate had shifted.Serena had unknowingly stepped into Eve’s place.And with that swap came the punishment.No matter how deeply Serena had prepared for motherhood, no matter how fiercely sh
I was more than pretty When Anger Takes Flesh
Far from the battles Soren and Eve were fighting in silence, another war was unfolding—louder, messier, and soaked in regret.By morning, the house Julian shared with Serena no longer felt like a home. It felt like a courtroom without rules, where everyone spoke at once and no one listened.The argument that had simmered the day before did not cool with daylight.It worsened.It sharpened.It grew teeth.Julian stood in the center of the room, hands clenched at his sides, his face drawn tight with confusion and fury. Across from him, Serena paced like a trapped animal, her eyes red, her voice raw, her pride bleeding through every word she spoke.His parents were there too.Watching.Judging.Fueling the fire.“What exactly did you do?” Julian’s father, Richard demanded, his voice cutting through the room like glass. “You don’t just walk into a company and ge
I was more than pretty Fault lines
The silence between Soren and his father had finally learned how to breathe. At least it isn't as intense as it was before.It lived in pauses now.In glances that lingered too long.In words that were chosen carefully—or not spoken at all.Days had passed since the confrontation, yet the air between them still felt bruised.Soren became more aware of it the moment he stepped into the open courtyard.His parents were already seated, cups of tea cooling in their hands, but nothing about the scene felt casual. His father’s gaze remained fixed ahead, not at the sky, not at the garden—just somewhere distant, as though thought itself had weight.Soren didn’t announce himself.He didn’t need to.His presence shifted the space immediately.But peace, Soren knew, was an illusion.He approached them slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his expression calm but guarded.
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