Corazon Destruido นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

Even Reed was proud of the woman she had become. Then, the vision shattered. A sharp pain ripped through her chest. The pain of everything she had lost—the life she could have lived—was unbearable. No ghost or threat could match the agony of this truth: she had destroyed her own happiness and stolen it from others. Pain radiated from her chest to her arms, neck, jaw, back, and stomach. Her breath hitched. Cold sweat soaked her skin. Her vision blurred. Veins pulsed at her temples. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, voice shaking. “I’m so… so sorry.”

Suddenly my phone buzzed My heart stumbled Slowly I pulled away from my parents And slowly unlocked my phone Blake I’m almost at the house Open the door, Monique is starved My blood ran cold My fingers tightened around around the phone, but not from fear this time but from deep hatred I calmly smiled, a wicked smile, as I switched off my phone.

Ace noticed my distress and instinctively rushed towards me, his concern piercing through my rage as he tried to calm me down. "Quita tus malditas manos de mi! I hate you, Ace Ambrose! I thought I was your light! You only lied to me and ripped my heart out, and now you're chewing on it!" The words tore from my throat like a wounded animal as I pushed him away, my anger mingling with fear. As he called for the doctors, my vision blurred, the crimson stain expanding, and in that moment of despair, I mumbled, "I even died for you..." The weight of my sacrifice hung heavy in the air, a haunting reminder of how deep my love had run, even if it had only brought me pain.

I was a naive girl who was desperate for her father to finally show her even a sliver of affection for once but he just shrugged me off and sent me away. Sent me away to my own hell where Raul's abuse completely broke me for a very long time. He's scarred me. Bad. But I use those scars as motivation to keep my head up. Can't have the crown falling, now can we? I hadn't even realized that the car was parked while Luciano was getting my luggage from the trunk. I grumbled before lunging out of the car, ready to carry them myself but he already had everything, leaving me with that tiny suitcase, once again.

That explains the screaming. “Motherfuckin fuck!” I cursed as I cradled the steering wheel with one hand and pulled my little girl from the dashboard, then rolled down the window and peeked through. Aiming at the black SUV attacking from the back, I said my damn mantra, the one I always chanted before I caused the devil to sit beside himself; “Uno, Dos, Tres...” That’s damn right, countdown in Spanish, and then pulled the trigger. Time seemed to have frozen as the back window of the SUV smashed into million pieces, before a lovely shade of red spurted on the windscreen.

"Say something, Madelyn! You had plenty to say when you pushed Raine, but now you're suddenly mute?! Losing a little flesh and blood, and you're acting like you're dying? Are you teaming up with the doctors to fool me?" I couldn't even scream. The pain was too much. Dr. Reed snapped. Crack! His fist slammed into Charlie's face. "That's enough! Who the hell are you to this patient? She just had a miscarriage and fell down a flight of stairs—she's hemorrhaging! Are you trying to kill her?" Charlie froze. "What?! You're saying she just had a miscarriage?"

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

My chest hurt now, actually hurt, because suddenly I wasn't angry anymore, I was sad, just sad, the kind of sadness that never really leaves, the kind that waits quietly inside you until something cracks it open again. "I miss him." The confession came out in a whisper, my mother's crying grew louder. "So do I." For a moment neither of us spoke, the taxi finally reached my apartment building. I paid the driver, walked upstairs, held the phone the entire time. "Nora." My mother's voice sounded small. "Please come home." I closed my eyes, not now, I couldn't, not yet. "Wow. I haven't forgiven you." "Sweetheart—" "I'm not ready."

" Better for me? So the eight years I had spent racing against time to save both my father and him... in his eyes, it had all been meaningless self-imprisonment. The crushing disappointment and heartbreak shattered the last of my restraint. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my strength. "Zack, I will never let you destroy my research." His head turned slightly from the impact, a red handprint rapidly surfacing against his pale skin. A few seconds later, the last trace of warmth disappeared from his eyes. All that remained was ice.