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I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER

مؤلف: Adeyiga Adejoke
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-18 01:23:00

"Because hating you is better than being alone," Serena admitted. "Because at least when I'm attacking you, I feel something other than emptiness. Because you're the only person who's ever stayed despite knowing what I am and I'm selfish enough to need that even if needing it makes me weaker."

"That's sick," I said.

"That's honest," Serena corrected. "I'm telling you exactly what this relationship would be, me hating you for your capacity for goodness while simultaneously needing your presenc
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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   HE'D MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE

    She pulled out her phone and took several photos from different angles, making sure the mark was clearly visible. Evidence. Ammunition. Proof of my violence that could be deployed if needed then she sat on the edge of the bed, allowing herself a small smile of satisfaction.She’d successfully turned Luca against me with minimal effort. Had positioned herself as the reasonable victim while painting me as emotionally unstable and dangerous. Had created a narrative where anything I said now would sound like desperate attempts to justify violence.It was almost too easy.My capacity for genuine emotion made me vulnerable. Made me predictable. Made me easy to manipulate because I responded authentically to provocation instead of calculating strategic response.Serena had deliberately pushed until I broke, then performed victimhood the moment someone walked in. Classic abuser tactic really provokes until the target reacts, then points to their reaction as proof of instability.And Luca had

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE PERFECT VICTIM

    “Good,” Matteo said. “You deserve that. You deserve to choose yourself.”I nodded, too tired to say more.After I left, the hospital room fell into heavy silence. Serena remained by the window, still touching her reddening cheek, her expression carefully neutral. Luca stood in the middle of the room, conflict evident on his face.Matteo moved to leave, but paused at the door. “You made a mistake, Luca.”“I held someone accountable for violence,” Luca said defensively. “That’s not a mistake.”“You took sides without hearing full context,” Matteo corrected. “You saw a handprint and assumed guilt without understanding what led to it. That’s exactly the kind of blind judgment you criticized others for making.”“Matteo…” Luca started.“I’m going to check on her,” Matteo interrupted. “Make sure she’s actually okay and not just performing strength while falling apart. You know, the thing you should be doing instead of defending someone you barely know over someone you claim to love.”He lef

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   I CHOOSE MYSELF

    "You're going to believe her over me? After everything we've been through, after months of you claiming to see me clearly, you're going to take her side?" "I'm taking the side of not hitting people," Luca said. "Regardless of what was said, regardless of provocation, violence isn't acceptable." "But kidnapping is?" I said bitterly. "Holding someone captive for months is fine, but one slap in response to systematic emotional abuse is where you draw the line?" Luca's face hardened. "That's not fair." "None of this is fair," I said, looking between Luca and Serena. "She orchestrated this perfectly. She pushed and pushed until I broke, then played victim the moment someone walked in. And you... you're so blinded by guilt and her angelic performance that you can't see what she's doing." "What she's doing?" Luca repeated. "She's standing there with a handprint on her face that you put there, Sienna. That's not performance, that's physical evidence of your violence." "Evidence without

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER

    "Because hating you is better than being alone," Serena admitted. "Because at least when I'm attacking you, I feel something other than emptiness. Because you're the only person who's ever stayed despite knowing what I am and I'm selfish enough to need that even if needing it makes me weaker." "That's sick," I said. "That's honest," Serena corrected. "I'm telling you exactly what this relationship would be, me hating you for your capacity for goodness while simultaneously needing your presence to feel anything at all. Take it or leave it." Something in me snapped, some final thread of patience or hope or desperate need for family that had been holding me together. "You know what?" I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "I'm done. Done with your brutal honesty that's just cruelty dressed up as truth. Done with your damage being used as weapon against me. Done with accepting scraps of conditional affection and calling it sisterhood." "Finally," Serena said, and I couldn't tell if it w

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE BREAKING POINT

    “But that version of me wouldn’t have survived,” I said. “In my world, softness gets you destroyed. Caring makes you vulnerable. And vulnerable people don’t last.” I held her gaze. “So no. I’ll probably keep hurting you.” The honesty in that hurt more than the insults. “Then this is goodbye,” she said. And it felt like tearing something out of my chest. “It should be.” “But you don’t want it to be,” she said. A faint, broken smile touched my lips. “No. I don’t.” Silence stretched between us. “But I hope you stay anyway,” I whispered. “I hope you’re stubborn enough. Or broken enough. Or desperate enough to choose this even knowing what it is.” “That’s not fair.” “Nothing about us is.” I didn’t look away. “I will hurt you, Sienna. I will choose myself. I will lash out when I feel threatened. That’s not going to change. So the question is, can you live with that?” She stood there, halfway out the door, feeling like she was split in two. “I need time,” she said finally. “Time to

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   WHEN I LOOK AT YOU

    “I needed to understand the hierarchy,” Serena said, her voice cold enough to cut. “I’m the successful one. The strategic one. The twin who matters. You’re the mistake, the one they threw away because even at seven, they could tell you’d never be worth keeping.”Something inside my chest didn’t just hurt, it splintered. Not a clean break. A fracture. The kind that never really heals right. This wasn’t honesty. It wasn’t even cruelty in the heat of the moment. This was calculated. Precise. Designed to destroy.“The investigator’s report…” I said slowly, the pieces sliding into place in a way that made my stomach turn. “You didn’t show it to me to be honest. You showed it to set this up. You wanted proof, documentation, so you could twist the knife deeper.”Her lips curved, pleased. “Smart girl. Took you long enough. Yes, I showed you so you’d come back vulnerable. So you’d be perfectly positioned for maximum damage when I told you the truth that I chose to let you suffer because your s

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   SERENA'S LIMITATIONS

    "That's honest," Serena corrected. "And it's the best I can offer. Brutal honesty about inevitable betrayal, delivered early enough that you can make an informed choice. Stay knowing what I am, or leave knowing you tried. Either way, you won't be able to say I deceived you."Sienna moved back to

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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   ACTUAL HONESTY

    "So you protected their feelings?" Sienna asked incredulously. "I protected my position," Serena corrected. "I was seven years old, finally somewhere stable after god knows what happened before. I wasn't going to risk that stability by introducing complications. So when they asked if I had sib

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  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THE PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR'S REPORT

    Sienna returned to the hospital the next afternoon, bringing flowers she'd impulsively bought from a street vendor. She felt ridiculous carrying them but what do you bring the sister who abandoned you and an empty hands felt worse?Serena was sitting up in bed, looking significantly stronger than

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-05

  • STOLEN BY THE DON   THAT'S SICK

    "I didn't know I was performing," Serena said. "I was a baby, I was just trying to survive. Trying to be whatever they wanted so I could get out of the system. I didn't understand that being chosen meant you weren't."Sienna returned to the report, her vision blurring with tears she still refused t

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-05
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