I Blew Up My Boyfriends Phone Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I mumbled the last part to myself, rage consuming me once again when I remembered what the Blanchet bastard had done. After I returned from the confrontation with my dad and Mr. Martinez that day, I had smashed my phone into pieces because I couldn't handle not answering her calls and not responding to her texts. I felt my heart break with every ring and every ping signaling her call or text. I had tried so many times to pick it up, if only to assure myself that what I once had was indeed real. But the old man and my promise to him made me hold back. I felt a mixture of relief and a strong desperation when my phone was finally damaged beyond repair.

I let out a loud groan, my eyes moving to Caramel who mutters a small apology, curling more into Ber before I can even beg him. And it's obvious he's trying not to laugh. I want to switch boyfriends. "Now" The annoying British accent is back and so is my taste for revenge as Coco stands and brings out the phone he bought me from his pocket "I must admit that I an quite disappointed the phone is still the same way I gave it to you" I face him, putting an overrated smile on my face "Not smashed to pieces?" "No. Still in the bloody box" He says "Jesus Christ, you haven't even done anything with it. Do you know what people would do with a phone?"

And to add salt on his wounds, my freaking boyfriend just ruined his career! He has a lot of answering to do! But where the hell was he? Picking up my phone, I called him again. But it went to the voicemail again. Letting out a curse, I threw the phone on the couch. It bounced off and dropped on the floor. It definitely had a crack on its glass. But I didn't care to pick it up again. To get some fresh air, I took my purse and stormed out of the penthouse. I needed to collect some clothes back from my home. And to have a small chat about my sudden relationship with Mom and Dad of course. They had been nagging to know what was going on with me and that prick!

Ethan asked. I let out a cold laugh and shot back. "I could never call someone who stabs me in the back a friend. If you've got time to beg, you might as well go keep your promise and break Zachary's damn legs." Maybe he felt ashamed of himself. Because, the next second, Ethan hung up. I threw my phone against the wall in a fit of rage. The screen shattered instantly, leaving pieces scattered across the floor. I didn't want to see any more of his messages nor hear my phone ring ever again.

I blew out a relieved breath when I caught it, clutching it to my chest and saying a quick prayer to the heavens that nothing had happened to my still brand new phone. My mouth dropped when I turned the phone around. I was video calling him! I quickly ended the video call and cringed hard when I thought about his reaction to the call. And not only had I accidentally video called him, I had also sent him a slew of utter rubbish. I squeezed my eyes shut, my head falling back with a thud on my bed rest. What have I done?

He tried to move but I stopped him, getting up instead to help him get the phone. “Who is it?” He asked as I brought his phone closer “I don’t know, it doesn’t say. It’s a no caller’s ID” I replied finding it weird as I handed the phone to him “It must be Bobby” he said as he took the phone from my hand “Hello, what else do you want?” He asked very pissed. The sound of Bobby’s voice alone got on his nerves, so much as it did mine. After about five minutes, the call was over and Andre got so mad that he flinged the phone on the wall, breaking it immediately as the phone had hit the spot he aimed, before falling to the ground

I looked at my phone once again and saw the picture they sent. It is a photo of me and the man I loathe the most. He is kissing me on the lips while showing our intertwined hands on the camera. We were both wearing a simple silver band accessory in our ring finger. A happy couple, if only it wasn’t me as the subject of that photo. Unknown Number: What a lovely couple! Congratulations in your wedding! I throw my phone to the floor and it shattered. Meanwhile, I exploded in anger. “Damn you!” I continued to hug myself on the cold floor. My breath is rigid and anytime soon I might pass out. I continue to swallow my sob and focused on calming down. But it never happened. My vision became blurry

Tonight it made my head pound. I tapped the screen again even though I already knew what I would see. Her profile picture was gone. I scoffed under my breath and tossed the phone onto the table. Truth was, I didn’t even have the damn pictures anymore. My phone got smashed a month ago by one of the new girls who caught me with two others in the VIP bathroom. She had gone completely insane. Started screaming about side chicks and respect like we were in some kind of relationship. Next thing I knew she was swinging my phone around like it was a weapon.

I was too happy to even notice what had broken. "What the fuck?!!" I heard and I turned to see three girls running towards the commotion I had heard earlier. Apparently, they were recording a Tiktok and I had hit the phone and tripod, causing everything to fall. "You broke my phone!!" The same girl yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you blind or something? Do you know the cost of the phone you just broke? That was a new fucking phone." The second girl spoke, her red hair getting hot and fiery. My brain took a minute to process everything and the only thing I could come up with was

Who knows if he'll attempt to go through my phone. Elliot- Hey. When are you breaking up with Trevor? Honestly, I'm feeling impatient. I miss you so much. Yesterday's kiss was perfect. You're going to come over to my house after School, right? Baby. I need your ass in my dick. Oh shit. I scoffed and turned off my phone, putting it away. My nose scrunched. The messages were irritating as fuck. I started regretting why I had chosen this kind of dangerous path to find out the truth.