Romans & histoires Harry Warden My Bloody Valentine

“I never have.” My stomach drops, and I feel my insides giving way. “No,” I shake my head in denial. “That’s not true. You love me. You’ve always loved me. This... this is just some kind of breakdown. A slip. You’re just angry, I..” Harry lets out a dry laugh, cutting me off. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you hear what I just said?” He crouches down in front of me, his voice suddenly quiet but somehow sharper than before. “I don’t love you. Never have. You were a means to an end. That’s all.”

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

“So many lilies,” I say to Val. The scent from the gathered pink and white Stargazer lilies is strong in the conference room of Kevin Black’s office building, and I wonder how the werewolves in attendance are dealing with it. “Did you rob a cemetery?” “I had nothing to do with it.” Val holds up her left palm to shield her right index finger as she points to the scowling giant leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, looking like someone’s bodyguard. She mouths the words, “But I think he did.”

I tried my best to melt in the background by hiding behind my hair. “Shut up, Harman. She is my fiancée. I can look at her anytime I want. Mind your own bloody business.” Valentine’s strong voice commanded making me squirm in my seat but Harman was unfazed. He smirked and nodded as if carries ideas about our activities. Valerie, who was silent all this time finally let out a snort and shook her head. I know she hated my guts and was waiting for the day I leave this place. Well, she wasn’t alone, I am eager to leave before committing any more blunders.

I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one. “Can’t?” He wrote. I don’t fucking know what to answer to this. Should I go? Will I survive a dinner with Blake Valentino? “Sure. :)” I messaged back. If my internal self can scream audibly, I would have made a commotion. It made breathing a little hard but I composed myself. Blake is just on the other side of this glass wall. I am quite happy I wore my little black dress today. I can just leave my blazer here in the office after work.

His hand grasped hers tightly, as if letting go would make her disappear. Tania watched silently, then said under her breath, “If you keep denying your feelings like this, Mr. Harry, you won’t be a devoted husband—you’ll be a stage-four denial patient.” Harry instantly pulled his hand away, his expression going blank again. But Tania knew. Arabella knew too. His hand had trembled. “I’m… sorry… for being a burden…” Arabella whispered. Harry leaned in, voice rough. “Don’t say that. You’re not a burden to anyone.”

Valerie screamed, but started coughing hard. I slowly opened my eyes and watched her coughing up blood. She had already lost so much blood, but the blood in her body was still enough to keep her alive. “Honey,” I called to Honey and flicked my finger slightly. Honey immediately released her wolf, but instructed her only to heal Valerie a little, just to stop bleeding. Valerie’s wolf was weak and used Honey’s strength to do what Honey asked. “Let me go peacefully, Luna. I have been suppressed my whole life. Every breath is like a pure torture.” Valerie’s wolf pleaded to Honey.

I was dying because of the pain I am feeling right now. Every veins inside me felt like tearing apart, every tear I cried was a lava, and every glance of his cold eyes was like a dagger I couldn't avoid. It was just painful, everything was so painful that I was hardly breathing. I can't believe he just threw me away like that.

I blushed and froze in my spot. Warren scooted closer to me without saying anything. I stepped aside.I didn't want to be so close to him. "Flora, what...What were you doing?" Harry's eyes were wide. "Your face...It's red..." I looked down and didn't know how to explain myself.I checked my clothes and was relieved they looked intact.But when I took a look at Warren, I found how disheveled he appeared.His face was flushed, his lips red and swollen.

After having been married for five years, Benjamin Lane had always maintained the image of a devoted husband. Nicknamed the "Prince of the Lanes", he followed a strict curfew and always returned home on time. Every day, he personally drove me to work, and on numerous festive holidays, he went to great lengths to prepare gifts for me. All his social media accounts were also filled with his daily acts of spoiling me—his wife. The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed.