روايات وقصص ضمن They Hated Him For Telling The Truth

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?”

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!

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.

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.

She hated that beast with all her heart! He deserved to die! He was unforgivable! She hated him so much, so how could he tell her the cruel truth?

Probably the quickest out of everyone that knows. His eyes fell open, remembering how he had reacted when Aaron and Darius had first spilled the truth. It was hard to believe, but he had seen it for himself, a little too close to leave room for any doubt. **Doesn't he hate me for not telling the truth? For keeping something like that away from him?**

He told me sternly. “Well, it didn’t look that way when he was kicking your ass out there in the street. He hates your guts and you just made him more pissed off at Ciara. Even if he wasn’t planning to hurt her before, now he’s going to fucking kill her because of you. Why didn’t you tell me he hates you so much, what the hell did you do to make him hate you so much!” I asked him angrily.

His voice was hard. "You think I wouldn't know? The real thing is that I don't know why you lied against Eric. And I'm starting to doubt who is hating who," I revealed. He regarded me for a moment. "I don't understand what you are talking about. What do you mean by hating?" I rolled my eyes and sat. " You refused to show me who you really were because you knew it would show me the truth." Hardin didn't say a word. But his expression showed how shocked he was.

“I’m sorry. I wanted you to hate Don Vito… so I withheld the truth.” I turned around slowly, pain blooming in my chest. “You made me hate the wrong man?” He didn’t answer. “Why would you do that?” My voice cracked, fury rising from deep within me. He looked at me, shame in his eyes. “Because a part of me wanted you to hate the Blackwoods. I couldn’t stand the thought of you being attached to them. To him.” His words stung more than I wanted to admit. “But that doesn’t excuse what you did,” I whispered, before my voice broke into a scream. “You lied. You manipulated me. You made me believe Dominique, Don Vito was behind everything when you knew the truth!”