The Slap That Ended 18 Years Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Again Lila I was unable to hold myself back from slapping him. the anger and rage that had built in me for five years finally had its outlet. It didn’t matter that my heart skipped a momentary beat. He stared at me in shock, “Lila” his voice was the same one I knew, soft, tender in the way it used to be before he thought I had lied. I began to walk away again but it seemed that it didn’t matter to him that I had slapped him. he held me and pulled me back to him, “I know you know its me, why did you slap me? What did I do?”

Melanie spat out. She continued to escalate, raising her hand to slap me. In my sluggish state, I had no energy to dodge her hand. With a crisp sound, her slap landed firmly on my face. That sharp sting jolted me awake. All the frustration within me ignited when I saw Melanie's smug face. I retaliated with a slap of my own, using all the strength I had. She stumbled and sat on the ground, shocked. Perhaps she didn't expect karma to catch up so quickly.

Without connections, you were easy prey. But Whitney wasn’t entirely defenseless. She had Serena behind her—and Serena didn’t let her people get stepped on. If Whitney had truly been hot-tempered, she would’ve retaliated after the third or fourth slap. But she endured eighteen. It wasn’t physical pain that pushed her to react—it was whatever was whispered in her ear on that final take. That was the trigger. Serena exhaled slowly, anger simmering beneath her composed exterior. Whitney was just twenty years old—taking eighteen slaps without complaint spoke volumes. Something had broken her patience.

And in the process, she was tying my life to the one person I’d spent years trying to escape. “Just because you want to live like the Real Housewives of New York doesn’t mean you get to ruin my life, Mum! You can’t—” The slap came out of nowhere. One second I was talking, the next her palm cracked against my cheek with a sharp, hollow sound. I didn’t even see it coming. My head snapped to the side. Pain bloomed hot and immediate in my cheek, and I tasted blood where my teeth sank into my tongue. I swallowed hard, forcing the sob back down, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break.

“Who told you that I am acting? Look around Gianni! If you still think this is all a joke, then I should give you a preview of what shouting at me can do to you.” I stared at him blankly. “What are you talk---“ I didn’t get to finish the sentence. One moment, I was talking and the next moment, I was trying to catch myself. I reacted too late. I hit the ground and reached for my cheek where the slap had landed. I couldn’t believe that he slapped me. All my life, I have never been hit before. Not once in my whole twenty-nine years has anyone hit me and yet this loser had the mind to slap me. The same loser I willingly came to. I shrank back when he leaned forward.

Liana’s stare burns straight through me — fury, disbelief, heartbreak — all at once. Then, she moves. The first slap lands so hard my head turns. The second follows — quicker, sharper. Gasps ripple through the crowd. Flashbulbs explode. Her voice shakes, but it’s steady enough to end me. “Don’t ever speak to me again.” The sound echoes — then dissolves into whispers, the click of cameras, the tightening breath of scandal. And just like that—

“What?!” Victor slapped me. I felt my ears ringing. It was the first time he had hit me in nine years. Since I was young, my family would not even yell at me. But I felt immense pain on my cheek. The man who said he would love me forever was the first person who slapped me. When he met my questioning gaze, he pretended he did not see it. He started questioning me. “Georgia, why are you acting so ridiculously? I told you that I’d explain everything to you. How could you strip Charlotte naked in public and tug on her lingerie?”

I slapped her twice and still she didn't move. "What is wrong with you Ruhi? Why are you slapping her?" My dad asks. "Pa, please don't ask me anything." I stopped him. "Ruhi, try slapping her hard." Zayd said. "Okay" I took a deep breath and took all the anger I had on her for eighteen years and gave her one tight slap. A slap that was tighter than my mom's. Even a dead person would wake up. She moved. She opened her eyes slowly.

Done something. This morning, she just looks drained. Detached. As if she genuinely doesn’t have any energy left for this. Natasha either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. “Stop pretending.” She steps closer to Catherine. “You wanted this from the beginning.” Before I can react, her hand swings. The slap cracks loudly through the apartment. Everything inside me goes still for one dangerous second. Catherine’s head turns slightly from the impact. Her hand rises slowly to her cheek, fingers brushing over the reddening skin there.

*Slap* Jasmine palmed her left cheek and let out a cry when she received a tight slap from her elder sister. Rose lost her patience and again slapped Jasmine as she was beyond angry after hearing the whole story of how Jasmine tricked everyone to marry the future king of Heaven. Not only that, she was too mad to get Theodore that she didn’t even think twice before making a deal with Zachary who helped her in escaping.