They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

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.

He asked I could easily say Grandma Rose is a liar and she hates us and she wants us to be unhappy but I can't say that, I can’t lie anymore, I didn’t want to do that, it’s time he knows every part of the truth. I’m going to tell him the truth.

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.

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!”

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.”

"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?"