Novel & Cerita 18 And Ruined

He tightened his fingers at his sides, his face… blank. “V…” His voice faded into a faint sharp breath. “Take this as me using you for my selfish reason…” I paused, lifting my hand to his shoulder, a smirk pulling at my lips. “You wouldn't mind, right? I mean, this is the least you could do to make up for what happened eight years ago.” Dad and Bailey started this… but I will see it to the end for them. I will ruin their plan and make all of them pay for everything they did to me.

“Austin, I’m so sorry.” “Not your fault, baby,” he said. “I know, but still, that must have been really hard.” “Not gonna lie. It sucked.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I bet it did.” He kissed me quickly and then pulled me close again. “Over the next ten years or so, I was shuffled around from one shithole to another and then when I was eighteen, I aged out.” “That’s awful.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

I could hear his anguished cries from my end. "Nancy, I'm begging you! Please save me. For old times' sake, please just save me!" he wailed. My expression remained unchanged. "Shaun, my hand is ruined. I can no longer hold a scalpel. You're the one who left me there for an entire afternoon. Have you forgotten about that?" There was dead silence on the other end. After a long pause, he abruptly hung up. He never expected that he would ultimately reap what he sowed in the most tragic way possible. If he was lucky, he might have three months. With proper care, he could live over a year with the kind of cancer that he had.

Tears rolled down my eyes. Have I lost him? Is this truly the end of the happy thing we had going on? I messed up, I ruined it all. T. B. C!

“You knew I was drunk. You knew I was a minor. And still, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You violated me— not just that night. You kept coming back. You kept assaulting me. You’re a terrible person, and I hate you. I truly do.” Tears streamed down my face, I clenched my fists, not wanting to scream, “Stay away from me! I hope I never, ever have to see you again!” He had officially ruined my eighteenth birthday. I stood there, voice shaking with rage, heart splintered by his cruelty. I looked at him— his face unreadable, carved in stone. But I knew, deep down, if I said one more word, he’d find a way to silence me for good.

It vanished faster and cleaner than it had when I threw it into the lake two years ago. I clapped my hands lightly and looked at Andrew, who was frozen in place. “You see? Dirty things are meant to be thrown away.” Andrew slumped into the chair. This time, he did not even have the courage to try to retrieve it. He finally understood that some things could never be restored, no matter how hard you tried. “Go back. I’m closing the shop.” Andrew walked out like a ghost. Snow fell around him under the streetlamp. He stared at the drain while his hair turned even whiter.

she said into my shoulder. I laughed, but it faded too quickly. Because when I was eighteen, I had been happy like this too. I had dresses waiting for me. Jewelry selected to match them. Parents who loved me. A home of light and certainty. I had thought life would continue exactly as it was, that I would always be someone’s little princess. Then one disaster destroyed everything. If not for those people, if not for blood and betrayal and that night, I would still have had that life. The ache rose so suddenly my throat tightened.

I've gotten enough of Gianna and her consistent nonsense and dramas,trivia S POV. I was stunned, way too stunned to speak, I was certain she noticed already, there was not much that could be done about it yet, it tore me apart into shreds, broke me, I was ruined down to the core, it seemed as if there was nothing that could be done to it. I was at the end of it all,

“As though I'm family?” Aldo’s lips thinned and his eyes darkened. “You know,” he said through his teeth. I chuckled. “What I do know is that I had a bullet lodged in my chest and a blood stained dagger in my hands long before it was alright for me to buy alcohol. I forfeited my childhood for this family.” Orabella’s lips quivered and she gripped her wine glass so tight, her knuckles turned white. Aldo got up and stormed out of the dining room. Orabella sighed and looked at me. I reached for her hand but she drew it back quickly.

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything.” I stood there, my body trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate. I wanted to say I could do better, that I could be stronger next time, but even I didn’t believe it. Then, as quickly as his anger had risen, it seemed to fade. He took a step back, his face smoothing into that unreadable mask again. “I won’t kill you. Not yet.” Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. His voice was cold, almost disinterested, as he continued. “You’re useful to me, and I don’t waste useful things. But know this, Elena—there won’t be another failure.”