Martyr A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

Feeling my annoyance prick, I open my mouth to argue, but I feel that damned blush beginning to burn on the tips of my ears and my cheeks. Fuck. I was becoming a damn joke to Elise, despite my best efforts to get her to take me seriously. “Sorry to break it to you.” Marty continues. “I can’t go against Rosco’s wishes. If I were to leave the two of you here alone, he would lay into me, and I don’t mean verbally.” “Are you saying you’re afraid of him?” I challenge. “And here I thought you were more than capable of handling yourself.” From what I knew about Marty, he was a mercenary before joining Rosco. He was also well known in the underworld for his brutal killings.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

We went in fast and spread out, my men took different corridors while I moved through the center of the building with Nero and his crew at my back. Roman had gone ahead of all of us. I heard his voice before I reached the corridor. "Marty." His voice was filled with pain in a way I had never heard from Roman in the years I had known him. "Marty, open your eyes. Come on." I came around the corner and saw them. Marty was on the floor with blood coming from his head. Roman knelt beside him with both hands pressed against the wound, his face looking pale. I crouched beside Roman.

Just a few days at the most. Of course, one of us will need to stay here with the students. Keep them safe while the rest of us take back the school. Marybelle and Geoff are out there now, visiting the next Guild member's house, seeing if they can find anyone. Anyone who is still alive. Nausea rolls through me. Sara didn't deserve that awful fate. She was a good person, through and through. All she ever wanted was to help people. "Excuse me?" someone whispers behind me.

Something in my chest slowly relaxed. Once we found the vial and smashed it, we could return to the real world. We could start over. Just then, a faint glimmer appeared in the fog ahead—the crystal vial. I let go of Kyle's hand and stepped forward, reaching out to grab it. The moment it touched my palm, I felt a warmth. I looked down at it, hesitating. "Quick, destroy it, Nora," Kyle said behind me. "Let's get out of here." I didn't move. The small line of text from the book surfaced in my mind.

"Let them call it foolishness. The world doesn't know what to do with women who walk into the storm with their eyes wide open. They'll call you reckless for loving too deeply, naive for hoping, weak for staying. But they never see what it costs to try. They never praise the woman who believes—even when it breaks her." Nyma inhaled shakily, breath catching on the ribs of a memory that never fully left her. "I didn't want to be a martyr," she whispered. "I wasn't trying to prove anything to anyone. I just... didn't want to live with the regret of not trying. Not giving him the chance."

Her eyes were filled with disbelief. For a brief second, I thought she wasn't listening to what I was saying until she lunged at me, her fingers clamped tight around my throat. “You should have died with him. As you didn't, I am going to make sure you meet wherever he is right now!” She growled through gritted teeth. I struggled in her grasp, my breath coming out in a whoosh. “Zane was killed because he killed someone. He murdered Gamma James' mate!” I managed to say.

"I'm always right. It's exhausting for everyone." "I go on. I end him. I come back." He said it slowly, testing the shape of a future he hadn't let himself picture. "Both things." "Both things." I let go of his shirt, smoothed it flat with two hands, a small fierce domestic motion I saw undo him more than the tears had. "You don't get to be a martyr, Malik. Martyrs are easy. Any coward can die noble at two in the morning. You know what's hard?" I looked up at him. "Coming home. Sitting at a table across from the woman who watched you do a terrible thing and eating breakfast anyway. Building something gray and careful and alive instead of a beautiful corpse and a legend. That's the hard versi

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