They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

“No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something sharp, something almost cruel. “Would you?” I clenched my fists. I hated him. I hated him for marking me, for making my wolf betray me. I hated him for throwing this revelation at me like it meant nothing. I hated him for always knowing how to unravel me. But most of all, I hated that deep down, something in me believed him. I shook my head, forcing my voice to steady. “You should have told me.” King’s gaze darkened. “Why?”

I hate him so much. With anger in my heart, I ripped out the sheets and threw out everything one after the other. All these while, he had only told me that he loved me because he wanted to have sex with me. He never cared about my feelings and neither did he care about me. He lied over and over again even after telling me that he loved me. How could he be so cruel and wicked. I hate him. I hate him so much.

"The truth? The truth won’t set you free, Alicia. It will only bind you tighter to this hell." Alicia began to cry profusely, her sobs shaking her whole body. Lucas watched her, a sadistic smile stretching across his face. He laughed, the sound echoing coldly in the room. Abruptly, he stopped laughing. "Well, you're right. I made him hate you. His hatred for you increased every single day with the not-totally lies I filled him with."

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He was angry and that too on a man he respected more than anything else in the world. His whole life he lived a lie, he conceived the fruit of that lie and hated his mother with a passion and today he was coming to know that his hatred was baseless. She was innocent. He could understand the anger his father must have felt at that time but the least he could have done was tell him the truth, if not at that time but when he was old enough. He didn't, he let him believe that lie and now out of sudden, he had a change of heart! Liam was devastated. He punched the dining table hard. His hand busted open and was bleeding. "Liam, control…"

I told him and his eyes softened a little bit. I was becoming good at lying to him and I hated it. "But you should have told me. I wanted to be there for you, and my pup. I hate this, and I hate it more because all this is happening because of me." He said sadly but that was not true. I was the one pulling the strings and I hated that he was taking responsibility for something that was beyond his control.

Then— “Good,” he said. The single word stunned her. “What?” she whispered. His lips curved slightly—not into a smile, but something close. “Hatred is honest,” he said. “It’s better than lies.” Aria shook her head, confusion and frustration tangling inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He didn’t deny it. Didn’t even seem bothered. Which only made it worse. “Get some rest,” he added after a moment, turning away from her as if the conversation was already over.

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.

"I know I can’t. I know I fucked up." "Fucked up?" I repeated, scoffing. "That’s putting it mildly." His glance burned with frustration. “Then tell me what to do, because I’m holding out. Tell me what it will to take for you to believe me.’” My pulse raced, my heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at him. Because the truth? The truth was—I didn’t know. I had hated him for so long, blamed him, convinced myself I would never forgive him, that there was nothing to be salvaged.

He said, “I am busy.” She was not going to make things easier for him, “Fine. Know it by yourself.” He accepted defeat, “You won, Mom.” They spent the whole day together, doing all sorts of activities that be detested for one truth. When the day ended, he quickly fired the question. “Tell me?” Fair enough. Since she promised, she had to tell him, “He hates you because he believes that you are not a good person.” “What did I do?”He asked. He could not believe that a child as small as that one was judging him.