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I hate him so much. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 🌝🌝🌝. How?

“Oh, f*ck it.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I didn’t love Megan anymore. One more text, I told myself. One more text to Summer and I’d be done. My message thread was a graveyard of drafts I never sent and ones I shouldn’t have. Je t’aime. Te amo. Ich liebe dich. Ti amo. S’agapó. Main tumse pyaar karta hoon. Saranghae. Uhibbuka. Aishiteru. Eu te amo.

There was really no need for me to try to prove my point to her as she was going to turn everything to her favor and make it sound like I was the bad one . "Well I would tell you this ,I don't give two fucks about what think or what you are trying to prove at this points of your life ,you should be ashamed of yourself for getting into such disgraceful act ,you don't know how much I hate you ,I hate you with everything that I have lect and just so you don't know ,am coming for my shares and trust me when I say am going to have them back , don't think that am just joking ,I mean every word ,you better don't dare me "

How silly of me. And nothing will ever make me leave. ***

They were so light that I felt I could see right through them into his soul, but at the same time, there was a mysterious film that blocked me and everyone else out. Shifting my gaze shyly to my lap, I answered, "Light blue. What is your favourite colour?" "You cannot ask me the same thing I asked you." My head snapped up. "But-" He was shaking his head in disappointment. I bit my lip, looking away as I pondered what I could possibly ask a man like Armani. After a few moments, he sighed. "I like red, but not for the reason you may think." Humour rattled my insides. "Not because it's the colour of your enemies when they bleed?"

I hit him with a cold, sarcastic smile. The smile in his eyes died. "Please... forgive me. Marry me again." I twisted open a water bottle and splashed it in his face. "Wake up. You said I wasn't being fair to Ella? What if I moved my ex and his kid into our house and told you to deal with it—would you forgive me?" Chuck froze. I kept going. "When Ella told everyone I was the homewrecker, did you ever stop to think how that wrecked me? When you made me lose my baby, did you even care what that did to me?"

This is making so sense, but at the same time making so much sense I don't know to make out things very sure, I reborn today and and I am ready to get fucked first itself . "Fuck me, if you have guts just fuck the shit out of like nobody can", I moaned loudly, leaving all my practical shit aside .

"You’re thinking too much again." She exhaled sharply. "And you’re not thinking enough." He smirked. "I just think faster than you." Normally, she would have rolled her eyes. This time, she stayed silent. Zayn studied her. "She got to you, didn’t she?" Ayesha clenched her jaw. "She’s always been in my head. That’s the problem." Zayn leaned back, resting his arms behind his head. "Then maybe it’s time you change the conversation."

He’d cut it off if he had to. He clenched his jaw at the thought of that motherfucker getting his hands on Yrah. That was never going to happen. He’d bring down hellfire and fury on everyone in this prison. Notes: Je veux comprendre pourquoi – (French) “I want to understand why…” Je ne la comprends pa! – (French) “I don’t understand it” Je n’ai pas à te le dire. Tu sais pourquoi – (French) “I don’t have to tell you. You know why”