Novel & Cerita From Prisoner To Phoenix His Regret

I turned on my heel, my legs barely carrying me to the bathroom before I bent over the toilet and threw up everything that had been in my system since last night. The stench of my own regret was overwhelming. The man from the club, the one I had let touch me, still clung to me in ways I couldn’t rid myself of. And yet here I was, standing in front of my husband, who hadn’t even bothered to hide his infidelity. Had I somehow become like him? Had I turned into the thing I hated most? I had been so disgusted by Noah’s actions. I had despised him for his lack of loyalty, for the way he had broken me over and over again. But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices.

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

After successfully completing the mission, I return to my original world. I awaken from my vegetative state to find my now-grown children waiting at my bedside. My husband pulls me into a tight embrace. My parents and mother-in-law are overcome with tears of joy. Just as I'm about to say goodbye to the System and choose to remain in my original world, a woman who looks almost exactly like me pushes open the door. My children rush over to her, calling her "Mommy" affectionately. Everyone looks at me awkwardly. The woman gives me a provocative smile. I stop the System. "Let me think about whether I want to stay here."

Phoenix smiled. "Hahaha, trust me, my lord. I always obey till the end. Thank you for visiting me today. I feel honored." "No need to escort me out." Phoenix said before leaving as Reymond waved. Seeing that the scary figure was gone, Reymond sighed in relief. He was once a criminal but Phoenix spared him and even helped him escape and establish a business here that's florishing. But his stupid wife cussed at Phoenix just because he visited without permission and disrupted their romantic monment. So Phoenix had her thrown in to the market square without clothing.

It was only when the light of retribution came shinning down on him that he realized the futility of the love that he treasured as true love; awakening with such a brutal slap on his face was not something the older him could accept or bounce back from. What was even more heartbreaking was, that everything that should have been the blessing of his old age seemed to be standing opposite him with the book of judgement, pushing him into the abyss of no return. He regretted it…. Truly regretted it. Why did he have to scheme against the pearl of the Walter empire? Even if he schemed, why didn’t he stop once he achieved his goal and lived a good life? “Prisoner 490” The sound of an iron rod hittin

I coldly replied. “What a beautiful illusion. it would be better to stay in an illusion if I could hear you say those eight letters and three words.” Phoenix said with a smile as he reached out of my hands and before I could take it away, he managed to intertwine their hands, leaving no room for me to take back my hands. I let out a helpless sigh and muttered. “You're so childish.” END OF CHAPTER 33

And he refused any form of clemency, even that which some, out of loyalty or nostalgia, still tried to grant him. He serves his sentence in an old military stronghold, repurposed for the high officials of the former regime. A prison without apparent bars, but where every wall resonates with the mistakes of the past. I know he reads. I learned he writes. Journals, letters he never sends. Perhaps a book. Perhaps an attempt to understand. Perhaps a last attempt to exist otherwise. I have not seen him again. But he writes to me. Sober, stripped letters, full of questions, regrets, memories. He asks me for nothing. He does not seek forgiveness. He lays down words like one places stones on a grave

"Whatever it takes to know you better and share in your pain, I'm willing to go through it. Even if it gets me beaten, stabbed or even killed, I do not care. I will do everything in my power to see a genuine smile on your face." Phoenix felt her heart skip a beat for the second time as she gazed beyond those perfect blue eyes. She felt her icy heart slowly melt at his words. She even felt an inner longing within her to be held and caressed tenderly by this daredevil. But the thought of all the men that have initially pretended to be nice to her only to wickedly devour her when she let her guards down flashed through her mind. On impulse, she unhook her seat blet, climbed on Dex and grabbed h

Shouting would only worsen the fear written across her face and he couldn’t stand to see that fear, not from her. Not when all he wanted was to protect her. Then he resorted to the latter. He sank on the chair beside her and Hannah shifted the moment he sat beside her giving him space. “It is okay, I think you misunderstood, the same way many people out there do,” he said in a low voice. With formality, “I'm very sorry, I didn't know you were Matthew Delacruz,” “Now you know, marry me to get your revenge,” he said, his voice was firm.

My voice was steady. "He does, Luna." The sheriff hesitated for a moment. "He… has turned into a wolf. He now howls at Lena’s grave day and night, refusing to let anyone near." "He said… he wrongly blamed Lena. He said he was the biggest fool in the world." I braced my arms against the table, my shoulders trembling as tears streamed down like broken beads. My Lena… her injustice had finally been avenged. But she was no longer in this world.