Hysterically

"NOOO...please......stop......this....." she screamed like a lunatic. She looked at him with her teary eyes "How.....could.....you......do......this......to.....me?I....I.....love....youuuu.....We.....loved.....each.....other.....then why??" she asked while bawling. "Dami...what.....are...you....doing....Is this some twisted prank?..... please stop" she pleaded. He laughed hysterically like an evil incarnate. He yanked her hair.....and said "You are a fucking whore and I will never let anyone like you be my wife... I had all my fun with you baby-girl. That's all it is." he whispered the last part only for her to hear and winked with a wicked smile. She pulled his collar and yelled "I am not a whore Damon. You know....I don't know what made you think all that.....but you are wrong Dami.....mark my words..... you will regret this." she snapped at him. He pushed her like trash in front of everyone and left her alone. But after five years she came back like a tornado to shatter his life to make him repent of his brutality. Shefali D'Souza an eighteen-year-old girl, a pure soul who was very ambitious, an epitome of beauty, her sassy attitude and her dimpled smile could make anyone crazy for her. Damon Knight the sole heir to a influential-powerful family and business Empire. For the world, he was a renowned boxer, a businessman and the most eligible bachelor. But in reality, he was a true devil in human skin, a sadistic playboy, who destroyed an innocent soul. Her sassy attitude and mesmerizing beauty captured his heart. His piqued interest soon turned into obsession and without even him realizing it, he fell in love. A love that destroyed a lot of lives.

"Interested in having a date with me? Hurry up and get over here!" Elliot Coleman sends me a photo of a venue that's decorated romantically. It's followed by that sentence and an address. He and his friends laugh hysterically when I arrive in a carefully selected dress. "I told you, right? She'd come running with just a single sentence! Trust me, she'll do whatever I want her to do!" Elliot ignores my embarrassment and publicly confesses his feelings for Isabelle Stevens. He even falsely accuses me of refusing to leave him alone and tries to chase me off. Then, he turns pale when my newlywed husband arrives and shields me.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

My fiancé, Skyler Grant, barges into the art gallery where my work is being exhibited and trashes the place. "You plagiarized Leah's work and pushed her to jump off a building! I can't believe you have the gall to have an exhibition here! I have to seek justice for her!" He sets the gallery on fire, leading to stray glass shards damaging my eyes. I'm tormented by the pain of losing my work and vision when Leah Rivers returns. She says indifferently, "It was April Fool's yesterday, and I was just fooling around. You're not mad at me, are you?" I charge at her hysterically, but Skyler shields her. "They're just some canvases—so what if they're gone? You can paint them again." He has no idea that I'll never paint again.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

Caregiving for her feeble and stupid twin sister became Minty Brown's responsibility. She needed to feel that temporal security to survive, so she adopted three aliases. She never desired commotion. She desired a simple, tranquil life, but when she was forced to choose between two alphas who were vying to be her mate and learned that one of her relatives was responsible for her parents' passing, her drama couldn't have been less dramatic. "You are a wild and wacky girl. As you are aware. Did your alpha boyfriend set you up for this, or are you just looking to whore off on your own without me around?" He laughed hysterically and added, "I should've been aware. You didn't desire a partner. What a fool I am. Why did I think you would be open to visiting me? You are nothing more than a whore in the arms of a wolf alpha who wouldn't even look at you." Note: This book is still being edited.

We’d been together for seven years, but during that entire time, my fiancée rejected the idea of getting married ninety-nine times, all because of a male intern. The first time, she canceled our vacation at the last minute, saying the intern was stuck on a night shift and afraid of the dark. She got on a flight that very night and rushed back to the hospital. The second time, we were already halfway through the doors of the courthouse to get our marriage registered. But just then, she got word that the intern had collapsed from exhaustion. Without a second thought, she left me standing alone in the snow for the entire day. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we were together, the intern would find some excuse to pull her away. Eventually, I made up my mind to let go. I stopped dreaming about a happy marriage with her. However, just when I announced I was transferring to another city, she broke down, begging me, almost hysterically, not to leave.