บททั้งหมดของ COLLISION-Revenge Of A Broken God: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Dahlia's povI didn't sleep a wink after the nightmare, meanwhile, i still had to get up early to prepare for school.I stopped trying to sneak around the house to avoid dad and Julia because my efforts were always in vain.Whenever I tried to sneak out thinking they were asleep, I would always find them sitting at the dinning in silence like they had been waiting for me all along.I stopped trying to fight about eating in the same space as them. I gave in because they wouldn't give up, and i simply didn't have the strength to keep fighting whenever it was food time.Minutes after i was done preparing for school, I came down to the dinning and as usual they sat down there in silence even though I knew that they were always probably saying one thing or the other before i arrived."You don't have to pretend". I said as I took a sit. Do your daddy-daughter thing. I won't be mad, i promise.I flashed both of them a quick smile. They didn't need to take my feelings into consideration if he

Dahlia's POVThankfully, the pool was quiet that day. I didn't have to worry about running into Malik or seeing him making out with some bimbo. Ugh, every time I came here, all I could think about was how I caught him the other day. But at least the pool area had been cleared of any unsavory views.I asked to be dropped off at the nearest boot to school because I didn’t want other students getting the wrong idea, but Ares didn't listen. As we approached the big golden gate, he opened the roof of his car and sped in. The open roof just put us in the spotlight, making us more visible. I bet he felt like a god with that little stunt.I used to think I could avoid scandal, but now I was the scandal. So, I just let things play out for now until I could regain control.I planned to spend the rest of the school day at the pool. I didn’t want to attend any more classes or talk to anyone, especially not Ares or his brothers. His brothers used to be a pain, but now they were quiet and reserved.

Dahlia's POVThe room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the daylight. It was stifling, filled with an oppressive silence that pressed down on me. I sat upright in bed, my back propped up by pillows, feeling trapped and restless.The room seemed to close in on me, the air thick with unspoken tension. Ares sat in the corner of my room, his presence a constant irritant. He had volunteered to stay with me for two weeks after saving me from drowning, but I couldn’t stand him.I hated him. I wanted him out of my room, and life, and I was so sure that the only way to do that was to frustrate him.He sat with his eyes closed, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. His posture was too rigid, too controlled. He looked annoyingly composed, his chiseled features relaxed in a way that made him seem almost serene.Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked, which only fueled my annoyance. I hated the way his presence affected me, the way his calm demeanor

Dahlia lay in bed, her face turned towards the window, the light playing over her features. I watched her from my seat in the corner, scrolling through my phone more out of habit than interest. The past three days had been long, each one stretching out interminably as she rested from her near-drowning incident. The doctor had ordered two weeks of bed rest, and I had volunteered to stay with her, despite her obvious resentment.She shifted, glancing at me with a mix of curiosity and irritation. I could feel her gaze even though I didn’t look up from my phone. She was always trying to figure me out, trying to find a way to push me away. I knew she didn’t trust me, and I couldn’t blame her. But I had my reasons for staying, reasons she couldn’t understand.“I want to bake,” she announced suddenly, her voice challenging.I raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I set my phone aside and stood up. Without a word, I walked out of the room, leaving her to wonder what I was

Dahlia's POVDay Five of Bed Rest.I woke up before dawn, my mind tangled in the confusion of Ares’s kiss. The memory kept replaying, making me feel both warm and uncertain.I went through my morning routine in a fog, moving deliberately but feeling detached. I stayed in the bath longer than usual, the hot water a brief escape from the storm inside me. I dressed in an elegant outfit, trying to present my best self, but it felt like a mask hiding my real feelings.The perfume I put on was meant to protect me from my emotions, but it only made them more intense.Why was I doing this? Why did I care if Ares might show up today? I had convinced myself that I didn’t care about him, that I hated him and didn’t want him in my life. But now, the walls I had built were crumbling. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. My plan was simple: keep my distance, control my emotions. Yet here I was, waiting for someone who had no reason to come, dressed up like I was going to a big event.I found myself