I Can Make Her Worse Novelas e Histórias

I just feel so helpless in my ability to know what she needs. “How are you holding up?” Mak asks. “I’m doing everything I can not to scream at the top of my lungs,” I say with a grimace. “Well in that case, you’re doing a good job of it.” I shake my head. “Only because I don’t want to cause more damage than has already been done.”

I pace around my bedroom, fuming. I wish I could wrap my hands around that spoiled brat's neck. She really thinks the world revolves around her. I'm so angry that I could spontaneously combust. She deliberately made me look weak and clumsy. I'll get her back for this. One way or another.

He also walked away. No woman has ever made me feel so inferior and awful as that crazy mud girl did... I can't let go of this just like that. She has to have a weakness and I'm going to use that to make her be at my mercy.... she insulted the wrong billionaire...

She annoys me so much. “The second one is sad for you. I just find it depressing that no matter how hard you try. You can never do right by you. You always do the stupidest and most self sabotaging thing in the world. You’re addicted to drama.” She says and I look at her my brain blank, I don’t have a rebuttal for that. “You can judge me all you want but you don’t know me.” I say the only thing I can think of to say back to her. I don’t want her to have the last word.

She whispered, pouting with a hurt puppy expression that could make one think I'm a heartless bully for hurting a weak innocent miss. “Better for you. If you try anything funny with the emperor banking on his love and trust for you, forget about living. I will personally ruin and crush you. Even if I don't, a thousand others, millions even, will destroy you for it. Desiring what is not yours will only bring you harm.” I said and walked inside. She quickly ran after me, instead of throwing tantrums like her normal self. She must be in a pretty good mood, huh? Erica I hate, Olivia, well let's say she's the worst teen I have ever had the bad luck of catching a whiff.

“Then stay away from her.” I shake my head, my own weariness sinking in. “I can’t. I tried, and I’ve only made things worse. She’s in too deep now, and walking away only pushes her further. She’ll end up with someone who’ll destroy her because I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“This is going to be bad isn’t it?” I shrug, “Just get ready.” “To do what?” She winces. “What you do best,” I smile. “Annoy her. Get her so angry that she’s swinging at you.” “Are you insane? That slutty brat is here. She’s going to beat me.”

How much worse she can be! I pin against the door, sniffing and sobbing. If she had said it, she would have done it. I don't wanna be like her. I have so many ways to ruin her but I can do that. I close my eyes, leaning against the door.

She made me hate myself even though she never asked me to. “Why are you so careless?” I said holding back my anger. "If you'd just taken Doctor Gordon's word for it, none of this would have happened." “I know,” she looked down apologetically. "But everything is fine right?" "What if it doesn't end up like that?" I interrupted half screaming. “What if you end up getting hurt and they kill you?” My voice trembled. “What if you…” I couldn't continue. Imagining the worst thing that could happen to her makes me even more frustrated.

She’s going to ruin you. The thought makes my blood run cold, but deep down, I know he’s right. And that pisses me off even more.