Novel & Cerita Trumping My Tragic Destiny

I cursed myself because, because of my selfishness, I caused my parents to be killed at Petter's hands. After 3 months of my marriage to Petter, both of my parents died in a single accident. I was very sad and fragile, but at that time I felt calm because I still had support, namely Petter. In fact, in front of my parents' graves, Petter also promised to look after me in place of my parents. But who would have thought? It turned out that Petter was an enemy in disguise; he was the person who had cruelly eliminated both of my parents.

’ my barely available subconscious mind spoke and I too ignored it. “You can take time to make your decision, Okay. Now leave and come back tomorrow at the same time and we will go shopping for you since your dressing sense won’t match the type of girl, I told mom about.” He was so sure of my answer that I wanted to kick him again but I kept my head down and just walked out of his place and didn’t make any argument later on. I need to decide, and I think I seem to have made one bad decision of working which caused me all the troubles I am having. This isn’t destiny, this is all decisions. Fate is stupid.

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

Just a pair of empty hollow depths. A deep sense of triumph swelled within her before she let the darkness swallow her whole.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

Such a cruel word. Before I could talk myself out of it, I dropped the tablet into the wine. It dissolved almost instantly. Like my pride and dignity. Like every rational thought I had ever possessed. “I am so sorry, Travis…” I whispered under my breath. My chest tightened painfully. “But I have to do this.” One last try. Just one. And if it failed… Then I would finally disappear from his world. Forever. I turned, glass still in hand. And nearly collided with the very man I was trying to ruin myself for.

He drags me outside, stumbling through the woods until the sound of the party up the street fades completely. He dumps me there, bleeding and broken. I can barely see through my swollen eyes, and the blood from my back seeps into the ground. I lie there, feeling life slipping away, hoping this is finally the end. As darkness closes in around me, I hear my name whispered in the back of my mind. Then I lose consciousness. I hope it’s for the last time. What’s the point of living if this is how my father treats me? Maybe in my next life, my family will love me.

I placed my head on his chest, “it’s not fair that both of them will suffer.” He sighs heavily as he rubs my back, “but it their destiny, it will be what it need to be, they will suffer as they need to for it,” he moves me from his chest and smiles at me, “there destiny is sealed, we cannot change it, it will be as it should be in the end.” I pulled from him, “Whisper, she doesn’t deserve any further pain, suffering or anguish in her life, she deserves happiness, joy, peace and most of all love.”

And in the end, it could be the reason why he wouldn't be able to keep his promises to me? Destiny and fate are bitches. I don't trust them. I've already lost twice against them and I don't think I could handle another lost this time.

Now, I believe he is too dense not to get that. “ It—This is her…destiny… ” He groans, his arms lax beside him. He is trying to make peace by not fighting back, but it’s all the same for me. I don’t show mercy to someone even if they wave the white flag. It’s not in my ruthless blood to take pity on others. “ Destiny? ” My fingers flex around his throat, letting him take in a choking breath. “ If destiny was something that truly existed, then mine was to die young. But I am still alive. And I am sure I ruined every stupid plan the Gods made. ”