Novel & Cerita They Hated Him For Telling The Truth

I stood my ground, voice rising. "You think I'm not allowed to be? After everything all of you did to me?" He shouted back, inches from my face. "No," I hissed. "But you don't get to tear people apart just because you're hurt. What the hell is wrong with you?" "Me! You fucking lied for months. Everyone one you lied to my face. Played me like some idiot kid." "Yes, I did, but no one else." I held my head high, admitting my sin while refusing to let him hate everyone else for it.

"How much do you hate me?" My eyes snapped open when he asked that. How am I supposed to answer this question. If I lie then he will make my day miserable and if I answer honestly then I don't know what he will do to me. I can't lie because he knows the reality. He might not show it but he knows that I hate him. He smirked looking at me knowing that he had trapped me. "As much as you hate kindness" I replied and he chuckled loudly. I don't know if I pissed him off or not but he does hate it when someone shows kindness to anything or anyone. I don't know why but he doesn't like that.

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

“He thinks you are weak, but he can’t fight the bond and it is making him furious. Now he will think you betrayed him and his pack, and he will hate you. He will finally be mine and you will be gone.” I didn’t even look up at her. I will die and everybody that matters to me will hate me. I will leave this life being hated by the people I love most. They will never know the truth. Dying doesn’t scare me. But being hated by my brother, my only family in this world, does. I wish I could tell him I love him one last time. I wish I could tell him the truth. I wish he wouldn’t hate me. But I know he will.

People lose workers, and I’ve lost really close ones before, so why does this revelation hurt so much? “I’m sorry. You must hate me, and you should. I’d taken your kindness for granted, but I’d rather you discover the truth from me than from anyone else.” “I guess that’s what I get for trusting a thief.” She flinched, daring to look hurt. “Get out. Now.” “And here I was thinking it would be easy—that having you hate me wouldn’t hurt so much. But tell me why does it?” “I don’t want to hear one more word from those lying lips of yours. Get out!”

Because even though I hated him, I couldn’t hate him because we were blood right? Now that I knew the truth, I didn't know what I felt. There came a sense of relief, a sense of freedom. But with it was… “I hated him.” I spoke out. All that was there was silence. I needed an outlet, a way to let out the thunderstorm in my mind. So I continued. “I hated him more than anything for how he treated me.” “I knew the way he treated me was wrong, but I loved him regardless. Because he was my father. How could I hate him?”

She sounded more curious than sad, as if she was genuinely trying to puzzle out the answer. I hesitated. There were a thousand different ways to soften the truth, but none of them would erase the reality of it. And Caroline wasn’t the type to be fooled by pretty lies. I let out a slow breath and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my knees. "Because they hate me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "They hate me for what my father does…the gambling and the constant borrowing of money that he can never return. That’s why no one wants to be friends with me."

"Why are you doing this? You should hate me." "I do hate you right now," he said, and the honesty of it cut deeper than any lie could have. "I hate that you didn't trust me. I hate that you ran to Arthur instead of coming to me. I hate that I lost a child I never got to know because you were too scared to tell the truth." More tears fell. I deserved this. I deserved every word.

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.

Like saying Winter over and over would make the truth disappear. I let out a shaky breath and leaned back against the bed again, staring down at the ring in my hand. “You should hate him,” I whispered to myself. My voice sounded empty. “You should hate him for everything.” For lying. For betraying the pack. For putting everyone in danger. For making me look like a fool in front of everyone. For making me love him when he knew the truth the whole time. My fingers curled tighter around the ring. “So why can’t you?”