Novel & Cerita The Love I Threw Away Novel

I would remember his words. You are boring. You are suffocating. I don't want to come home. I walked slowly towards the kitchen, my legs feeling like jelly. I started clearing the table. I packed the food away, throwing it into the trash can. Throw away the love. Throw away the effort. Throw away the hope. It was all garbage now, just like this meal. Then, I walked quietly to the guest bathroom, the one furthest away from our bedroom. I closed the door silently and locked it.

I still love you. Ivy felt a wave of cold laughter hit her chest. Love? He didn't love her. He loved his money, and he loved his pride. Now that both were in her hands, he was suddenly a romantic. She typed back a simple message: The bakery is yours. The Vane empire is mine. Don't call me again. She blocked his number and tossed the phone into a bowl of water on the side table. She watched the screen flicker and die. That was the end of Ivy Thorne.

Hit. "I despise you!" Please hit. "I want you to pass away!" Hit. You murdered your own mother, I say! The last thing I heard before my eyesight turned to dark was, I don't want your blood to stain my floors, so clean it up. I sobbed and gripped my ears. The scars were still present on my back, however they had significantly lightened in tone compared to my skin. My heart was in my throat, and I gulped back a sob. I didn't want anybody to overhear me. They would inform the Alpha, who would then strike me for being a coward. I sobbed in private until the sun peaked through the trees. The white snow is also made pink and purple by the reflection of the sky's pink and purple hue.

I loved him, but I knew very well that we would have no future. That was why I wrote all my thoughts into the diary. If Scott never found my diary, I would most likely still pretend that my love for him was familial in nature. It was a niece's love for his uncle. However, when Scott saw it, he tore my diary into pieces. "How can you have such disgusting thoughts? You know I'm your uncle, right? Your mother's younger brother? Even if we're not blood related, the most we can ever be is uncle and niece!"

7 Months Later Ronica Risconce silently congratulated herself as she stared at the finalized copies of the divorce documents. She had read it many times already, always checking if it was real and not just her fantasy. After eight years of loveless manipulation, she was finally free from James' shackles and Mona's malevolence. She was a Risconce once again, the beloved heiress of the Risconce family; the musical celebrity and genius; and the elevated fiancee of the very much respected Eric Strauss.

“Do not be silly. She is far too afraid of death. This is probably just another stunt to get our sympathy. She pulled the same trick six years ago.” Six years ago… yes, I remembered. Back then, I cornered my cousin in an alley with a few thugs. My mother, furious, dumped me in the deep mountains. That was how I, helpless and alone, was found by a lecherous bachelor from the village. I fought with everything I had, but lost under the crushing difference in strength. Later, my parents took me home, but I had already been left with a crippling shadow over my mind. I slit my wrists. I climbed to the rooftop, ready to jump.

( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good Novel and Mobi Reader. I love you ( The victimized ) : A book about a lady who was brutally raped by her uncle when she was younger... She managed to free herself from this and moved on with her life. But the trauma never left... Will she be able to find love later on in her life? ( Book is ongoing and available only on Goodnovel. ) Truth is, I am going to miss you all, readers... Do read the Q&A chapter after this... Love you all.....

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