Novel & Cerita 18 And Ruined

I lost all my good emotions and was all broken down at that age but when I saw her today, I realized that, 18 wasn't the only age of my sufferings but it was also the age of hope, age of youth to follow his dream and the age that would never give up. 

The person who destroyed his family and happy life ***

“The night I did something I can’t undo.” My heart thudded once, hard. “Adrian ” “I’m not finished.” He finally turned, eyes full of something dark and painful. “I told you Alder ruined me. But the truth is… I ruined him too.” I stayed silent. Letting him speak. “I was sixteen,” Adrian said. “And angry. Angry at Dad. Angry at Alder. Angry at the world. And Alder… he pushed me. Every day. Until one night, I snapped.”

she spoke as she sobbed heavily, "people like them, the ruin our lives, the lives of the people the claim to love. He said he love my mother and would never hurt her again but still, he did it every time! Over and over again!" For a moment I thought she had already lost her mind: talking aimlessly, but very quickly I realise; she was having a breakdown. She was relating it all to her own life experiences. God knows all she must have been through to have ended up this messed up. She was only eighteen but couldn't hold on to her sanity for a longer than I could could count to ten in Spanish.

‎But under the anger was something worse. ‎Regret. ‎ I finally saw what I had lost, not just Sarah's company or her trust. I had lost the life I could have had, I had a woman who loved me, a company that was doing great, a future that looked good. ‎And I ruined it all because I was too greedy to be thankful. ‎I did this to myself. ‎That truth hurt more than any punishment Sarah could think up. ‎When I came out of the bathroom, Victoria was waiting for me in the living room.

I can't believe the fact that I had not cleaned my room for two weeks, Elektra would kill me and what would Alcinder think of me. He loves me too much. As a Friend, of course. I started picking up my jeans into the laundry basket while the loud music I played blasted in my ears. I turned to the calendar and the date was July 31st, 2022. Oh shit! I'm eighteen today. Eighteen and broken Eighteen with pills Eighteen with pains and holding on to the past Eighteen with broken dreams and spiteful family Eighteen and depressed... I wasn't going to celebrate anything. Today my fate was going to be decided. The healer was going to mock me again and speak coldly, telling me I would die without a mate.

“You’re imagining things. Plenty of families were ruined back then. Mine included. It’s not some big mystery.” “Ruined by who?” he pressed, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never mentioned that before. Tell me the full story, Elena. If we’re doing this marriage, even a fake one, I need to know what I’m stepping into.” I took a sip of wine to buy time. “My father lost his business in a bad deal. He trusted the wrong people. The stress killed him. End of story. Happy now?” “Not even close,” Damien replied, voice low. “Because I was blamed for a lot of those collapses. Including the Hart family’s. Does that name mean anything more to you than just headlines?”

he said that made my world stop for a moment. No. He'll ruin me for the third time.

The writing was vile, full of excuses and deflection. There was no trace of remorse. It was the frantic begging of a man at the end of his rope. He even had the nerve to mention the child whose death he had caused knowingly. After reading it impassively, I tore the paper and fed it into the shredder. I learned of Tessa’s fate by chance while out shopping one day. She had suffered a mental breakdown and lost the child. Traumatized in both body and mind, she never recovered after returning to her hometown.