Shatter Me Tv Show Novels & Stories

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f

“Why would I be ashamed? Leo was the one who came to me, not the other way around. I’m not the one who forced him to cheat on you, please spare me and do not involve me in your matter” “It's fine, I am going to leave the both of you to do whatever you think is right, it's my fault for believing in love thank you” I ripped the engagement ring from my finger, casting the once-cherished symbol of love to the floor with a contemptuous flick of my wrist. I was expecting Leo to stop me from breaking it, but it was the other way round. He watched me break it. I couldn't keep the tears from flowing, tears flowing down to my cheeks.

“You’re nothing to me now.” The room fell silent as the weight of Adrian’s words settled over them. Cassia’s face crumpled, her tears falling as she realized that her world was crumbling around her. Everything she had worked so hard to build—her marriage, her reputation, her life—was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Elara watched with satisfaction as Cassia’s perfect world came crashing down. The sister who had taken everything from her was finally paying the price for her lies and deceit.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

~ Liana ~ The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside. With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.

It was not just anger. #CEOInLove hit two million by 3am. He picked up the first thing within reach. A glass. It shattered against the wall. Then the lamp. Then the mirror. He stood in the wreckage breathing hard. His reflection broke into a hundred pieces around his feet. His phone buzzed from the floor. He walked over and looked at the screen. A new article. SU HEIR AND SARTINI HEIRESS — THE LOVE STORY WE NEVER SAW COMING. He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely.

At one of these dinners, a friend of mine said, "Sienna's been ringing all of us trying to track you down. She sounded completely unhinged, and it was honestly kind of scary." "Serves her right," another friend chimed in. "She thought her family's newfound wealth gave her a free pass to have her cake and eat it too. Don't worry. People like that don't get happy endings." "We've already broken up," I immediately cut them off. "Let's not sit here badmouthing her. If it's all the same, I just want everyone to find some peace and move on." Before I knew it, the day of my departure arrived.

STEVE POV I let out a deep, shaky breath as I finally got Freya settled on the bed. I never meant for things to go this far—I just couldn’t stand there and watch her completely lose control of herself. I still don’t fully understand what the hell is happening, but seeing her like this… It fucking breaks me. Why does it have to be only tears? For the past few days I have met her. Her tears keep replaying in my head, and every time I picture her face crumpled in pain, something inside my chest cracks a little more.

I see Tate’s lips twitch and I know he said it to make us laugh, and it did. It’s early in the morning before we get everything cleaned up. “Okay, let’s get to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day and then you have to go to school the next day. After I get Meadow and Tate back into their beds, I go to my room and look at my neck. Just as expected, I have black and blue marks surrounding my throat. It wasn’t long after my parents death that I realized that I would need things to cover the bruises that Beta Trevor leaves on me. He never comes to visit without hurting me. He threatens to hurt Meadow and Tate, but I won’t let him near them. I take whatever he gives me, knowing that I’m keeping them

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .