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He then handed me a file which I took. I opened it and my eyes fell on a familiar stunning woman. She was simply just beautiful. My definition of perfection. I shrugged these thoughts away and concentrated on the informations about her. Her name's Thea Gonzalez, she's only twenty one. She's the adopted daughter of Rafael. She's not Mexican but American. Her adopted mother's died a year after she was taken in, she's been raised by Rafael alone until I killed him then she was taken in by her uncle. Nice.

She hates him and how he cheated on her with another girl; she cheated on him too. Her heart keeps getting torn every time he sees the child of this bastard with another girl. Oh, how she would love to tear Jaiyana into pieces, but she couldn't do so since she's under this bastard's protection as his child. Her wolf is trying to take over, but his powerful grip with the help of his wolf, stops her from struggling. She reached out to Dave, who's strangling her. His face was covered in hate while his eyes were brimming with tears.

her voice cracked as she enunciated. Reaching her arms, I pulled her in for a hug and rubbed her back gently. “I know it must be hard for you to tolerate their hate and all the taunts and I’m sorry for that. I won’t call Amber my wife, I don’t care about her, you’re my mate, I care about you only. I love you only so you shouldn’t feel insecure from anyone. It’s always you, I’ll always love you.”

I hate seeing her like this. I hate myself even more ‘cause I could not do anything for the one I love the most. How everyone can take advantage of her kindness? How someone can ignore her pure heart?

Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be. I feel like Isolde plunged her fists into my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it in her bare hand, and as agonisingly painful as this is, and as heartbroken and devastated as I feel, I don’t hate her. I’m pissed the fuck off, but I don’t hate her. The woman I love used the last of her free will and magic to save my life. She knew she was a walking corpse and refused to share that fate with me. That sweet, idiotic, self-sacrificing dumbass!

Her heart, ever hopeful and compassionate, ached for the restoration of their fractured connection. It yearned for the warmth of understanding and the embrace of reconciliation. The bond she once shared with Adrien seemed like a distant memory, yet the flicker of love still lingered, flickering amidst the darkness. But her mind, still reeling from the wounds inflicted upon her, acted as a staunch guardian of self-preservation. It cautioned her against rushing into forgiveness, reminding her of the pain she had endured and the fragility of trust that had been shattered. It whispered warnings of the potential for further hurt, urging her to protect herself from the treacherous path she had tra

The silence surrounding them was unbearable. “What are you waiting for? Come on, one stab in the heart, you and your family will be free from the pain.” She gave him a lopsided smile that looked crazy and psychotic at same time. The pain swirling within her eyes was masked with hatred. She hated them but mostly she hated herself for being fucking weak and cry like a pathetic human infront of them. “Farfella, please..” Her eyes stung as the confidence withered away when the sentences replayed within her mind as a broken film record.

She needed it whenever I kissed her, I hugged her, I soothed her, I took her in my arms. I'm stupid enough to see it so late, that I love this strong woman. My woman. My Athena. My baby girl. I love her. When she told me she hurt herself to take the pain in her heart. I wanted to cry. She is holding so much on her for the past years. She deserves to be happy. She deserves everything in the world. I will love her and protect her until my breath dies.

My heart shattered seeing her in this state, and knowing that I had to woman who was behind what she was living captive inside my basement; I knew that I wouldn’t be lenient on any one of them. “Kiara, baby, you can’t do this to yourself” I whispered to my beauty “the woman said what she did to break your heart, but you can’t let her do that to you. Not now, and not ever” I whispered to my wife. Kiara shook her head as she tried calming herself from crying. She was sick as it was, she didn’t need Tatiana’s bullshit to bring her body down more than it already was.

"Are you also seeking a partner?” Portia tensed up. "I'm sorry, no. "My love"—she stuttered over the word—"my lover betrayed me." He has been disproven. She was shocked as the woman gently stroked her cheek with a hand that was powder white with scarlet nail tips. She crooned, "Poor little dove. My heart was once broken by a lover. The suffering was the worst I've ever experienced. I yearned for the end." In compassion, Portia's own battered heart leaped. You truly desired to pass away?”