Novel & Cerita They Hated Him For He Told The Truth

He spat sounding like he hated me a lot with every fibre of his being "I didn't do anything wrong. I only loved everyone here and the Luna," I said to him, and he smirked. "You might as well just strip that identity off you. And stop the facade because I know the truth. I can see through you. I know what you are capable of and what you are not and this one, you are indeed capable of." He spat at me, and I got really pissed and pushed him off me with all my might before he would strangle me to death.

He was believing she would leave him alone in the end but still was doing everything which would continue to tie her with him for the rest of their lives? “Yes, I am not capable of watching you in pain and I have no intention of hiding that thing anymore from you or anyone else,” he uttered, honestly because he was fed up, forcing himself to believe that he hated her but the truth was the total opposite of it and they both knew about it.

It’s strength. And I won’t let him down again. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I murmur after a long pause. “Would you have believed me?” Luca glances at me. “You hated him. Hated me. You were running on pain and anger. I had to wait until you saw the truth for yourself. Besides, I was mad at you too. Angry even.” I look away, biting down hard on my bottom lip. “I don’t hate him,” I whisper. “I never really did.”

The raw pain in his voice when he spoke of my hatred for him sent a pang through my heart. I was about to call out to him, my voice hanging on the tip of my tongue, but he continued, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Well, I don't blame you. Mostly, everyone hates me. The few ones that show me love end up leaving me or asking for something in return for the love they've shown me." He chuckled, but it was a bitter, humorless sound, a defense mechanism to mask his inner turmoil.

“He would never!” “Well, you said it yourself; he hated you.” I knew I was being cruel, but why wouldn’t I be? I was a monster, after all. “Or is there another reason?” “He doesn’t hate me. I know I said so, but it’s not true. I lost my way in the forest.” She was sticking to her story.

Retorting to the questions she asked him, Johnson retorted, “ You could tell them the same lie as last time with the only difference that now, it will be true.” Alexandrine stopped walking for an instant and asked, “ How did you—--------?” Before she could finish her statement, Johnson muttered, “ Our kids told me the truth, but know that I don’t blame you for anything. I hurt you so much, so deeply that you started to hate me, didn’t you?”

“If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't be here “I was on... We used to be mates. You loved me and I loved you too. We didn't do almost everything together. Although everyone hated me, you didn't" "Why did they hate you?” I hesitated. I didn't want to tell him the reason, but I also realized there was no use hiding anything from him. He was my mate and couldn't hurt me for being a witch.

She grabbed the trembling pen and the paper while looking at her with great hatred I threw the pen on the table after I fell and then stood up to look at him with intense hatred and said: "Do you want the truth? Yes, I never loved you and I didn't feel anything for you! And he doesn't tell you about the matter so that you don't get affected and sad, but he was smarter than you, as he discovered that I used him very early in our relationship and not after years like you! You have wronged him so much on this subject with your foolishness, and now you will bear the torment of your conscience as long as he is on that white bed!" He sat in his chair and he really collapsed!

"The more you hate me. The more you love me, Esme." "No love for you anymore!" I said curtly, and he chuckled again, My rejection was real and he never understood that I hated him and it was impossible to say that I still loved him. It would sound very hypocritical if I lied and covered myself up. But saying true love will complicate things. I was in the middle of two men and both of them mattered to me.

Did he really just hate me so much? "You're immune to me already and besides the devil needs a break every now and then", he said, moving his seat back slowly. I was probably immune to anything he said, but it still stung, because as much as I hated saying it most of the things he had said in the past were honest than anyone had ever been with me. He spoke truthfully, and those truths stung because they were true in the end, I just had never heard it before, and I definitely couldn't admit it to myself.