Torn between love and hate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

:Connection When I was six, I accidentally overheard the maids talking, and I found out that I was the daughter of another woman who was now dead. My stepmother always told me I wasn’t her daughter, but I thought she was just saying that because she was mad at me. I was wrong. As I grew up, I learned that the woman who gave birth to me had worked here as a maid, and then, suddenly, she left. Ten months later, she left me at the door and disappeared. When I was younger, I couldn’t understand all of this, but now I realize that neither my mother nor my stepmother loved me, and neither did my biological father. My half-sister and half-brother act as though I don’t exist. They don’t talk about me and avoid being near me, as if I’m some sort of parasite. This morning, as soon as I woke up, the maids warned me that my stepmother was hosting a party today and that I shouldn’t leave my room. I’m working late today, so no one will notice if I sneak into the house. “It’s time to come do

:Threat I finished work at ten and went home. I wasn't too tired today since we didn't have many customers. A month has passed since that party, and the bruise on my hand has completely disappeared. As soon as I opened the door, I heard yelling and immediately knew what was happening—my so-called father was back. He had been away for two weeks because of work, and for me, that felt like a holiday. I wish it could always be like that. It's so much better when he's not home. Just as I was about to head to my room, I heard my name and froze. "So now you're ignoring me too?" My father's voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I slowly turned to face him. "Speak when I talk to you, you filthy bastard." Before I could process what was happening, a sharp pain burned across my face, and my ears started ringing. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I don't know what I did wrong. He hates it when I stay silent, but he also hates it when I speak. My mere existence seems to disgust hi

:Fear and pain The next day, I wasn't feeling well, so I skipped my lectures and stayed in my room. It was hard for me to look my friends in the eyes and lie to them. That was one of the reasons I chose to stay home. I spent the entire day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I don't even remember how many times I cried. Eventually, when my eyes grew heavy, I turned to my side and closed them. The ringing of my phone woke me up. I answered without even checking who it was. "You're still not replying to my messages. I was getting worried. Are you okay?" Hearing Amelia's voice, I opened my eyes. "What time is it?" I glanced at the clock—it was already eleven. "Were you asleep? Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, but I was really worried." "It's fine. I'm okay, don't worry." "Why didn't you come to university today? Did something happen again?" Amelia's voice changed, filled with concern. "No, don't worry. I just wasn't feeling well. I stayed in my room all day." "Alright, b

:Wedding Day Emma did my light and elegant makeup and also took care of my hair. I don't even know why she works here if she's so talented. I pulled my hair up, leaving a few strands in the front, just as Emma suggested, saying it would look perfect with the veil. I simply nodded in agreement because I didn't care how I looked—I just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. Once we finished with the makeup and hair, Emma helped me put on my dress. When I was finally ready, I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress, which I have no idea who chose for me, was long, flowing, and elegant, with lace sleeves and a corset that fit my body perfectly. The neckline made my chest look more alluring—neither too revealing nor too modest. The veil, much longer than the dress itself, added an extra touch of elegance. Everything looked perfect, and for the first time in my life, I could say that I was beautiful. Beautiful, yet miserable. "You look stunning," Emma said. I glanced at her and

:Words that will break your heart Dante entered the room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps were slow but heavy, each one echoing ominously as he walked toward me. His gaze was filled with coldness and disgust, making my blood run cold. I froze, unable to move, as though my body had turned to stone at the sight of him. "Seems like you're doing better," his voice was low and commanding. I stood there, paralyzed, not daring to speak. What was he doing here? "You like to ignore people, don't you? Is that it?" His eyes grew darker, more menacing. He was close now, too close. His breath tickled my face, his presence suffocating. "Say something, Evelyn," his tone sharp as a blade. "When I talk to you, you look at me and you answer." Slowly, I lifted my head and met his gaze. God, why was he standing so close? "Not really," I whispered, trying to keep my composure. He laughed softly, an unsettling sound that seemed to vibrate through my chest. "Not really?" He leaned in,