Bitter Truths Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I thought... Where’s the but?” “The but is that sometimes... sometimes you can lack a filter?” Liviana says, careful of her words as if not wanting to set off a bomb. “And that’s a bad thing?” Leona grows exasperated, not seeing their point as the surrounding four agree. “So, what? I’m honest! Since when does that make someone a bad person?!” “It doesn’t.” Violet assures. “It’s just that... at times.... you can be a little too honest.” “And it’s not a bad thing.” Liviana goes on, stepping in before Leona could start up again. “I’d like a truth teller, above a liar. Even if they can be a little blunt at some of the wrong times.”

I pause for a moment, momentarily forgetting my manners, before finally accepting her gesture. After exchanging pleasantries, we settle down and order coffee for the group. Taking a deep breath, I begin expressing my gratitude for her willingness to meet with me, acknowledging the difficulty of the circumstances. Secondly, I offer a sincere apology for the pain my father inflicted on her, recognizing that she, along with the other girls he harmed, did not deserve any of it. Lastly, I commend her for her strength in bringing him to justice. I disclose that his sickness originated with me when I was fifteen, but as soon as I confided in my mother, we left, never seeing him again. I assured her

“Sarah, the only person I’ve ever loved is you. Please, just give me one more chance. “We’ve been together for seven years. Don’t you remember the night you told me meeting me was the best thing that ever happened to you? “You promised me you’d never leave as long as I didn’t give up on us.” His voice cracked as he spoke, his memories pulling him into a painful spiral. Charles let out a frustrated cry, closing his eyes in anguish. “Charles, do you even hear how pathetic you sound? When you were cozying up to someone else, did you ever think about the promises you made to me? “You cheated first. You broke us. So why should I stay? “It’s too late.”

Thankfully, Andre left you a pup and gave you hope to live on. "Jane, for the sake of your child, you need to pull yourself together." I stood there with misty eyes. Sweet memories of Andre and me remained vivid, yet there he was, telling me that he and I were forever separated. Betrayal had cruelly crushed the lovely memories we shared. I couldn't make any sense of this. Why did I end up being lied to after offering my unconditional trust and love? Was Andre still expecting me to bear his pup—the offspring of a man who wanted to be Callie's boyfriend?

The dark night always reminded people of many things that they didn't dare to imagine. Sometimes people were more frightening than evil spirits. The most poisonous thing in the world was not the arsenic, but the human heart. Some people could be unscrupulous for money, some could do whatever they wanted, and some could crush others under their feet for their own lives. Someone... It was an eternal truth that truth, goodness and beauty were always opposite to falsehood, wickedness and ugliness. All of a sudden,Tristan wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it up in the wind.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

I dropped it back on the tray, shaking my head from the disgust. As a mercenary, we had been trained to drink almost all kinds of drinks, sweet, bitter, strong, when it was necessary. I couldn't even get drunk no matter how much I drank, it was like a superpower of some sort. I sighed, there was barely anything sweet in this place. They were all so bitter and alcoholic that it hurt. Well, what was I expecting? I came to a place filled with drug lord, mafia lords and illegal business people. And worse, they all smelled of sweat.

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

“As much as I want to show you to the public as my woman, I couldn’t agree less with you. For our parents, let’s keep it hidden for now. Maybe one day we’ll find a better way to tell them.” I nodded faintly. The truth isn’t bitter because it’s wrong, it’s bitter because it’s real. And if Daniel and I will ever share something real, it will be left for fate to decide.

Her eyes follow him through every room, every decision, every moment of weakness. The images—the lies—still sting. But the silence she left him in hurts more. He turns to the liquor cabinet, crystal decanters catching the light from the city below. He pours something expensive and aged, amber liquid swirling hypnotically, but it tastes like ash when it touches his tongue. The burn doesn't reach deep enough to cauterize the wounds opening inside him. His reflection in the glass shows a man unraveling. Dark circles beneath eyes that have seen too much. The perfect suit now rumpled from hours of wear. A billionaire king with no one left in his court. A man who built everything from nothing, wat