Novel & Cerita To Those Who Long For My Destruction Spoilers

Her tone sharpened slightly. “You cannot let them see you fall apart.” My jaw clenched. “How?” “Because your enemies are waiting for exactly this moment.” I laughed again weakly. “They already won.” “No.” Her voice cut firmly through mine. “They want you unstable. They want you reckless. They want you drowning in sorrow so deeply that you stop searching for truth.” I looked at the candles again. “What truth is left now?” “The one that can still destroy them.” Silence. The flames flickered between us.

The light burst outward, consuming the darkness, and in that suspended heartbeat, I saw the truth. The prophecy wasn’t about one bridge—it was about two. One of blood. One of love. One to destroy, one to redeem. And I realized, with a hollow ache, that Grayson was the destroyer. I was the other. The light burned brighter until it swallowed everything. When I woke, the world was silent. The stronghold was gone—nothing but ash and embers beneath a bruised sky. Kael was kneeling beside me, his arm bandaged, his face streaked with soot.

Now it's costing me the people I care about. But this time, I’ll do more than just kill him. I’ll tear him apart and destroy everything he’s ever touched and everything he’s ever loved. I’ll dismantle his life—piece by agonizing piece—expose every dirty secret he’s buried, and burn every bridge he's built. I’ll make him beg for death… and deny him that mercy until the last sliver of his soul turns to ash. No grave. No legacy. Just a memory soaked in terror.

And I would let her believe it until the day I decided otherwise. A smile spread across my face. "First I'll make you forget him.” My fingers tightened around the pillow. "You'll stop waiting for Marcus. You'll stop thinking about Marcus.You'll stop loving Marcus.You'll wake up looking for me, and you'll fall asleep wishing I was beside you." I laughed softly. "And when you finally convince yourself that you can't live without me..." I opened my eyes. "...I'll destroy you." The thought settled over me like a comforting blanket. "I'll destroy those two little boys too."

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle

In that instant, my last lifeline snapped. Holding Munchkin, I laughed in despair. Right. I was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, saying I wanted to pursue a simple life, that I had enough of his kind of luxurious life. Now that I'd hit rock bottom, why should he care whether I lived or died? I'd brought this on myself, after all. It had started to rain at some point. The rain, mixed with sleet, stung my face as it fell. I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat.

She whispers in my ears which drives me totally crazy. "What do I get from being the bad guy?"I look down at her shirt as I began to unbutton it, just then another noise came. I let out a loud groan as I fell on the bed in frustration. "We should ignore." "They might me killing themselves." I got up immediately as rushed to their room once again and behold my eyes caught the most beautiful thing both of them laughing at a movie. "Wish they could be like this forever." Loren and I both watched them from the door frame.

“I just told the boys to scare her a little. If she’s stupid enough to try and kill herself, that’s on her. If she’s not dead, dump her at a hospital. Make sure she never finds out I arranged this.” So it was true. Vincent really had wanted to destroy me. A memory flashed through my mind, a conversation I’d overheard between him and his men months before. “My mother’s death is on them. Why the hell should they get to live comfortably in the Corleone house?” Tears streamed down my face, and the world went black. I passed out completely.

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

"I don't want your loyalty. I don't want your love. I just want you out of the way." "Out of the way of what?" "Of the endgame." I look at him. At the man who's been playing chess while the rest of us played checkers. "What's the endgame, Adrian?" He smiles — thin and cold and utterly without warmth. "Total destruction," he says. "Of Laurent Axis. Of Oracle. Of Celeste Laurent herself." He turns back to the window. "I've been building toward this moment for three years. Every death. Every betrayal. Every lie — all of it, leading to this."