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She will forever be Team Margot, but at least, she wouldn’t hate me too much. Argh! What if Beatrice was a total bitch? What if no matter what I say or do to bond with her, nothing would change because she had already written me off? What if she was one of those monster sisters I read about, who have narcissistic personality disorders? These people lie. They lie to make themselves look good and make others look the opposite. They lie to destroy years, even decades of friendships. They are expert manipulators. They often appear friendly, overly helpful, sympathetic, and charming. They do anything to get others to like them, so people accept them into a group—even at the expense of their famil

No sense of victory. No urge to cry. No desire to compare. The triangle hadn’t collapsed because someone chose her. It collapsed because she removed herself from it. And once she did, there was nothing left to triangulate. Just two people who mistook attention for love. And one woman who no longer did.

I could see her trying to process it, but I didn’t stop. “He’s a narcissist, Pay. Always has been. Everything has to be on his terms. He avoids anything that looks like responsibility. I once brought up marriage, and do you know what he said?” I changed my tone to mimic his voice, “‘Oh, Nella… we can live happily ever after without marriage or kids.’” I rolled my eyes. “Every damn time, he twisted things. Controlled me. Gaslit me.” I paused. “Do you want to know what he got me for my last birthday? A nude portrait of me. Framed. Hung in a museum. A museum.”

They had been so supportive and truly a gift to me, they made me go through countless therapy and wasted real resources to help me get better. "You know you will break mum's heart if you tell her this," Lucas replied to me. I already knew that she had treated me like her birth daughter and wanted the best for me, she was also my mum's friend and wanted me to fulfill all the fantasies my dead mum had for me.

It can only give me the relief which I want. Truth. Light. Acceptance. And. Confession. Unfortunately, I was too late to figure it out. I kept knitting the web of lies which made it hard for me to come out of my own trap when I could easily release myself, breaking the web and accepting who I truly was. I was selfish. I was a manipulator. I was a narcissist. I was a liar. And I ended up being an abuser, a harasser and an almost home wrecker to dozens of women in the past.

“We f-ked up. You were right then – I was so wrapped up in myself, in my problems, that I couldn’t think of others, and you guys couldn’t talk to me freely so it’s not fair to have expected it from you. But you didn’t know that I could read your thoughts, and I didn’t tell you, and I also didn’t use what I could do to discover what you weren’t telling me. I never dug, I just expected it to be… told to me.” “I smashed in the face and knocked most of the teeth out of a guy called Shaun,” he said softly. “About a year before you came. Because he was human and he f-ked with a she-wolf. I hated him for that, I was outraged, furious, and I would have killed him, I think. But… I couldn’t see it the

But what truly caught my attention was Bryan. The bastard looked far too pleased, his lips curved in that self-satisfied smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face permanently. He actually thought this little revelation about the mark had tilted the odds in his favor. I could see it in his expression, in the way his chest puffed slightly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers. He thought he could win Kelly back. How pathetic. Bryan Shamrock was the kind of man who could stare at a pile of ashes and still convince himself there was fire. A classic narcissist. Blind to his own rot. He’d driven his Pack into ruin, lost his wife, and still had the audacity to believe himself the victim.

My devotion as a wife over those eight years meant absolutely nothing to him. "Damn it, so you’ve got the guts to stand up to me now, huh?" He tried to intimidate me, hoping I would lose my nerve and tremble with fear. I knew him better than anyone—better even than his own mother did. Simon was a master at manipulating people's emotions; he was a narcissist who always believed he was right and entitled to everything.

“He’s not someone you can predict. If he wants something, no one can stop him.” “Do you think he’ll come back for you?” Lara asked, her expression serious. “That’s what scares me,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “He’s the one who betrayed me, yet he acts like I’m the one who ruined everything.” “Narcissist,” Lara said firmly. “That’s what they do, they twist the story to suit their agenda.” “I don’t even know what he wants,” I said, frustration creeping in. “He looked at me like I was the one who hurt him. It doesn’t make sense.”