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He thought that this would finally make me forgive him. However, I just found it disgusting. The harm had already been done. His wealth would only keep reminding me of all the pain that I had suffered under his hand. After the successful transfer of assets, I donated everything Nicholas gave me to charity. I'd just think of it as him using his wealth to absolve himself of all the sins he had committed. I would spend the rest of my days with Dad by my side, guarding the crabapple tree with my life until time eventually healed the wounds of my soul.

I continued to speak. I closed my hand, and I started to talk, “The criminal tortured Mantus many times and cut his genital.” I seriously said to them, so Melody became interested in my discussion. “His older brother managed to find them and kill the culprit. After the traumatic event he experienced, he became crazy and blamed his older brother for what happened. There is also speculation spread on the internet that the reason why he wrote the novel is to teach the criminals to get away with the crimes they did,” I explained, and I looked at the book I was holding. Then, I continued to talk.

Hello every one who has made it to the end. First off, I want to thank you all for reading my novels and joining me on a journy of rejection and finding one's true strength. I started this series as a way to cope with growing in a bad household and feeling like I was never good enough because of how a parent treat me while also dealing with the treatment of being rejected and cheated on. Writing about Amberle, Geminie and Crystalline gave me the strength to become a better, stronger version of myself and tought me about self love and finding those who I can call my family. In the end, I wanted to share this with the world.

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, body harm, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ For a while I just lay in bed, falling asleep when I finally cried myself into unconsciousness. Sometimes, I got up to stand in the hot water of the shower, but I’d crawl back into bed. Everything felt empty. Nothing was right, and Noah’s words echoed in my head.

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

She did no of her head and sat on one of the sofas, Aaron took a seat in front of her and thought it was good to ask her a few questions. “Now, explain to me why you cut your arm? You could have left your skin, you know?” A silence suddenly sat in the room.Aaron's eyes folded into two slits. “I started mutilating myself when I was a child. Why? Because I didn't like myself enough, I found myself too thin, too ugly. When my parents learned about it, they found me a therapist.” “You had stopped but you started again as soon as the day before yesterday.Why?” Hilary painfully swallowed her saliva, ready to tell these four truths.

"I’ve watched your soul crack over and over, waiting for the moment when all those cracks meet, knowing it will tear you apart. I watched because I didn’t want that to happen and I hoped my presence would be enough to stop that.” She slowly puts down the book, her chestnut eyes are low. “You can’t Brax, you can’t stop it because I was already broken.” The tip of her tongue slides across her lips as she scowls. “The fire you pulled me from was not the first time I’ve tried hurting myself. The men, the ones that sold me between their friends, had to take me to hospital regularly.” That was already obvious from her soul, but I never pressed for the information.

So this note is for those who might find it a little weird that a girl might become obsessed with a man on a whim and want it so badly to the point of going to such great lengths as to harming herself to get what she wants. If you think this is purely fictional and doesn't happen...it totally does. And it was something that had happened with me...just not to that extreme. Why am I sharing this? Well, because it was something that kinda inspired the previous chapter.

Actually, after she came to the hospital and asked for the wounds to be sterilized and treated, she intended to return to the boarding house. However, she was afraid to be there alone. She needs someone to talk to and keep her sane. What if the urge to kill herself was stronger than her fear and Morana unknowingly hurt herself again? She doesn't know since when she started this habit. But, what is certain is that by hurting herself, she can reduce the feelings of depression and frustration that she feels at certain times. As if by making a new wound, the pain can disguise the pain arising from the old wound that she feels.

* From those that brought you the critically acclaimed murder mystery, Vamp comes this all in all book that manages to shed light on the most sensitive topics evolving around the frailty of one’s mental health- -and the grief in all stages. And finally questioning how far we’re all willing to go to feel something, something as rare as, love. coming to Goodnovel soon :)