Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya Novels & Stories

As she hung up the phone, Rita whispered to herself, her voice heavy with anguish, "Why does it always have to be this way? The person I've liked from the beginning to the end... it's always been Jaden." She couldn't say no to him and just walk away and watch him suffer. She would be there for Jaden, even if it meant enduring her own heartache. Love, she realized, had the power to both wound and heal, and in that moment, she chose to embrace its complexities and the strength it bestowed upon her.

So, in his eyes, she was still the same impure woman, worthless and undeserving of happiness. She summoned the last of her strength, speaking one word at a time: “Is this what I am… in your heart?”

This wasn't about me. Knowing I might hurt her, I pulled her closer to me, slowly. Her legs were out of the cage now. I readjusted and picked up her torso, trying to cradle her head. She was just a slip of a girl. The very thing I loved about her, I hated at that moment. Her slight frame had made it easy for them to bend her to their will. There was no fight left in her. She just lolled about in my arms, her arms flinging around. Finally, I cradled her tenderly in my arms. I pushed the hair out of her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. I hated that she was like this, far away somewhere in her mind. A tear slid down my cheek, but I couldn't show any weakness. Not here and not

"But I'm not giving up on us. Not yet. You have a very special place in my heart, and I would never go back to a man who betrayed me, left me for another girl, and especially burnt me alive. He believes the rumors and did not stand by me. Brunchiere is my home now as long as you are; my heart goes with you." Ignatius froze, his breath clogged in his throat as Krishna's words took effect. There was something raw about her admission, something open that made his chest constrict. She had always held herself together, always kept herself at arm's length from the worst of her hurt, but here, in this instance, she had exposed herself. And what she described what she had suffered hit him hard. He h

Her eyes flared a bit, and the pink tip of her tongue darted over her full bottom lip. “It was Titan.” My brow furrowed as ice flooded into my veins. Titan. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. “Titan of Wilder pack?” I asked calmly, restraining my anger so as not to scare her. She nodded, a fresh sob breaking through her composure. “The bastard was still ruining the joy of others, I see.” “He chose another because I'm apparently not worthy of his love,” she swiped the back of her arm under her nose and sniffled.

My heart hurt every time I see her acts so dejectedly over Wyatt. I guess that's why karma is a bitch, I can't get her love and she also can't get the one she loves.. Admitting to myself that she loves Wyatt hurts as hell and each time I fight with Wyatt for toying with her heart, I wished she could hear the abusive things he says about her.

“And I won’t let anyone insult the woman I love.” Vania lowered her gaze, tears falling silently onto their joined hands. She knew their struggle was only beginning — that the storm was coming. But within her chest, something fragile began to stir again: a hope she thought she had lost. --- Meanwhile, back at the Wiratama mansion… Madam Wiratama stood by the tall window, her face cold and unreadable as she stared into the night. “If he won’t listen…” she said icily, “then I’ll make that woman leave him myself.”

She looked small, fragile in a way that made every protective instinct I had roar to life. And beneath that, the darker one, the need to claim, to comfort, to erase whatever had hurt her with my own hands. She finally broke the silence, voice raw and cracked. “Everyone just wants to take advantage of me,” she whispered, wiping angrily at her cheeks. “No one actually loves me. They just want something. My body. My submission. Whatever they can get.” The words hit harder than I expected. I shifted closer, careful not to crowd her, and rested a hand on her knee, light, offering.

he thought she got to know, but failed to analyze if she hated him, why was she crying hugging him, Her words made him weak, blocking all his thoughts, the word hate hit him so strongly he felt his heart shrink, all bones ripped out of his body She repeatedly said she hated him, he felt heavy on him, he saw her closed eyes, panicked rushed inside him, seeing her unconscious He patted her cheeks, placing her on the bed he called her name many times, the only relief he had, she was breathing He held her hand and rubbed her palm, unknowingly tears flowed out from his eyes, He was shattered when again in the unconscious state she whispered, she hates him He moved closer to her, teardrop fell on