روايات وقصص ضمن They Hated Him For Telling The Truth

I spat in annoyance, knowing full well that would make him angry. I could see the hurt in his eyes. As much as he wouldn’t want to believe it, he knew I was telling the truth. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “Is that why you forced yourself on him? Because of the bond, you bastard? Do you think he would love you for what you did? He hates you more, and that was why he left.”

"Because I've wanted to for years. I couldn't stop myself when you were right there in front of me." "I don't understand. We hate each other. You hate me." "No ,you hate me."I corrected."I never hated you." "Yeah, right." "I'm being serious," I repeated gently. "I didn't hate you. In fact, I liked you so much that I didn't know what to do with it. And instead of being honest... I was a coward." His lips parted slightly, breath catching. "You expect me to just believe that?"

"No. I can't bring myself to look at you. It hurts me so much to even see your face or know you're standing so close to me. I hate you. Every ounce of love I had for you has left me and now all I'm filled with is hate." "I'm sorry-" "Tell me the fucking truth!" she yelled and glared at me. "I know you're hiding something. What is it? That's why he's after me and my mother. What do you know?" Her gaze burned into mine like she could just steal the truth from my thoughts but I took a step back like the coward that I was and started to retreat. "I'm sorry." I hated myself because that was all I could say. She already hates me, might as well just spill it, but the words felt so heavy at the back

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.”

Adnan was watching her quietly, and even then she could see the skepticism in his eyes. "I'm not telling you this so you'll feel sorry for me," she said. "You asked for the truth, and that's what I'm telling you. Nothing more, nothing less." Adnan leaned forward in his seat, placing his hands on the table. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't," she said, restraining the tears. She wasn't about to cry in front of him. "If he truly did that to you," he asked, "then why the animosity towards us? Why the hatred?"

"I did all that because I was thinking of you. I didn't want you to suffer and then blame yourself for my condition." Gerald then laughed. "I'd regret myself more if I didn't know the truth about you. If that arrogant doctor didn't reveal it to me, I'm sure, even if all witnesses died, I wouldn't know the truth and would forever drown in my hatred for you. Wouldn't I look even more pathetic then? Hating something I shouldn't. Being angry at something I should love?"

He asked, “There’s no more to it, I was banished as I said earlier hence you met me at the desert” I couldn’t remember the words I said to him earlier so I wrapped my head around the basis of my lies. One thing I hate about lies is that I’m not good at it and when the truth unfolds it would be disastrous. “Ok if you say so, I hate lies and one thing I hate about them is the consequences the teller faces” He chuckles as I put a smile on my face.

She told me with burning hatred in her eyes. "You are such a pathetic liar, you never spill out the whole truth, another reason why I can never be yours, here you are painting me as a bad person to your own favour, you won't tell them the reason why I started disliking you was when I found my mate and you killed her in cold blood." As soon as the words spilled out of his mouth, he realized what he has just said and I was left in utmost shock, it was as if they thought they were the only ones in the room and they were free to reveal multiple secrets.

"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.

"I know, Luka. And I let you believe it because I couldn’t bear to tell you the truth." I clenched my jaw, the weight of my past assumptions pressing down on me. "Why didn't you ever tell me? Why let me hate you for something that wasn’t even your fault?" "Because I knew how much you loved her," he admitted. "And I couldn’t take that away from you. I thought… maybe it was better if I was the villain in your eyes. Better that you hate me than hate the memory of your mother." Tears burned at the edges of my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I had spent my entire life harboring resentment for the wrong person. And now, faced with the truth, I didn't know how to process it.