They Hated Him For Telling The Truth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said softly, his voice breaking a little, “who would joke about something like this? About someone’s death?” His words were like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t a story, a misunderstanding, or some cruel joke. It was the truth—ugly, raw, and utterly real. I felt my legs go weak as I struggled to make sense of it all, the pieces falling into place in ways I wished they wouldn’t. Jonathan’s bitterness, his hatred… it all made sense now. “But… why didn’t you tell me before?”

He asked while dressing up properly. "Well yes," I answered. "Then you are wrong," he said as I smiled. "I despise you" he answered. My smile instantly faded. "Why?" I asked in a whisper, my heart was badly aching. "I hate you because of what your grandfather and his army did a long time ago to my father and mother," he answered shocking me.

“Later. I'm not in a hurry or anything like that. You've been crying? Your face is all red, and I don't like that. It's him, right?” “It was a long conversation and he hurt my feelings but I'm fine now, since you've agreed to let me come with you again.” “Do you still love him?” That question burned. I just sat, paused, expressionless and emotionless. Yes. The answer is yes, as bad as it was but there was no way I was going to tell him that. “If there's a word stronger than hate, that's what I feel for him. I hate him so much.” I lied through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't catch on and even if he did, that he wouldn't talk about it.

They had been together for nine months, yet he didn’t know what she hated the most. She hated lies. She hated being kept in the dark. She desired truth. Even if it would hurt, sting, and break her till she was numb and could no longer feel herself, she would still prefer to be told the truth. She had lived all her life in lies and deceit. She needed someone—just one person—to be real with her. Just when she was already considering giving him a chance, just when her heart was inching closer to his, he was asking for the death of their child to be kept away from her.

They were stuck in the emotional knot I had left there when I hurt him. "Go ahead, Bright. Tell me you hate me. Please," I begged, my heart pounding brutally in my chest." Let it out. Say whatever you need to say. I won’t get mad. I know I deserve it. "I can’t," he refused, sighing and lowering his gaze. Tears escaped from my own eyes as well. "Why not? Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth." "That’s exactly the problem," he murmured. "What problem?" "I can’t tell you I hate you... because I don’t. On the contrary, Sophia. I love you. I love you more than my own life."

SELENA He didn’t know. Stephen didn’t know. All this time, I thought his hatred came from truth that he was punishing me for something my father did. I believed every cruel word, every cold stare, was because he knew. But he didn’t. And that made it worse. Because he hated me based on a lie. That’s why every glance he threw my way felt like a blade. That’s why his touch never offered warmth only bruises of a story he never cared to understand. And now, here I was, hiding like a coward behind a pillar, listening to the truth unravel like a blade to the chest.

"That's your —" "He definitely pours all his hatred for me, he makes me go through hell each and every day, he hurts me, bruises me.....but he is not disgusted with me. He is not ashamed to have a mate like me, it's his hatred for the bond that makes him act this wav to me." I found myself saying, "You are saying what you'd like to hear and I am saying what is truth" "You can't make every lie a truth.” She spat. "You can't mess with my beliefs no matter what you say."

I hated him for being right. But I wasn’t going to lie anymore. And God help me, I didn’t want to walk away.

he raised his voice in frustration. Stephanie cried as he expected. He didn’t want to be rude to her, but he couldn’t get himself to think of a decent way to treat her after what she did. Letting her inside was already too nice of him, and he may not say it aloud, but he hated her since the day he found out the truth about her motive. He loved her, yet she used him for her own benefits. She could have told him from the start and maybe he wouldn't mind, but she didn’t.

"Well, all of that doesn't matter anymore. If you must know something, I don't bear grudges. I act instantly. It doesn't make me loveable among pretenders but I don't mind one bit. It's one of those things, I'm already used to it." I smiled pretending as if I wasn't also a hypocrite like he said. "What do you hate about people?" "I hate lies. Do every other thing except lie to me. Like that rat who tried to sneak in and claim that he lost his way. I killed him off and now he would know how to mess with me even if he's doing that to others. I was a bit scared by the way his eyes bored into mine but I kept cool. "Eat up. I'm glad your appetite has returned." He said.