Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya 소설 & 이야기

She was hurt , afraid and frustrated. “I hate you for trusting you , I hate you for falling for you , I hate you for loving the care you showed on me , I hate you for making me feel worthy, I hate you for making me fall for you more , I hate you for loving you more than myself , I just hate myself for not able to hate you , Because I love you Raze ..I really do ", She screamed at him falling on her knees. The thug sound made Raze to turn towards her and was scared seeing her condition. He immediately leaned down and held her arms worryingly.

"Sinabi ko na 'di ba na girlfriend ko siya. But you keep hurting her?!" Halos mapatalon na ito sa takot pero nanggigigil pa rin siya. Naiirita siya. Hindi pa siya nairita sa tanang buhay niya pero ngayon, hindi niya magawang pigilan. Sa t'wing sasagi sa isipan niya ang isiping balak nitong saktan si Yesha, kaagad na nag-iinit ang kan'yang dugo. "I'm s-sorry, sir. H-hindi na po mauulit."

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

Yusria gasped and sprung up, greedily sucking in deep gasps of air. Her heart hammered in her chest, the stabbing pain blinding her vision as her wild, haunted eyes swept her surroundings. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I ever loved you…” She resentfully hissed. Tears of grief, despair, and immense hatred streamed down her face as she clutched her chest in an attempt to suppress the deep anguish. Such gnawing and torturous agony, she wouldn’t wish it even on her worst enemy.

I retorted while holding back the anger bubbling up inside me. She paused for a moment, her breathing ragged, trying to catch the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “What do you want from a broken woman like me?” She asked in a weak voice. “I want you to understand that you are not alone in this world anymore,” I replied firmly, trying to pierce through the layers of doubt in her heart. “I'm doing this because I love you and don't want to lose you. Even if it means hurting myself.”

When Wills Watson heard this, he did not feel angry, but he felt pain. Her heart ached because she didn't understand her own beauty. This woman seemed strong, but her heart was sensitive and weak. She was afraid of being injured. That was the reason why she had kept her guard up. Wanting to open her heart was definitely not an easy matter. And once he had her sincerity, he definitely could not harm her, otherwise … She would never give anyone a second chance. Once she was injured, she would once again shrink back into the cage, preventing anyone from getting close to her.

Sadness crept on the harshika face as she heard prakash insulting words. Fresh tears gathered on her eyes as she thought of humiliation which she encountered since she wakes up from coma. She felt as her heart tightened as she questioned herself that, Why everyone are insulting her and treating her like a waste paper without minding her pain and hurt. !!

He stumbled and about to fall but Tapish was fast enough to held him. Tapish felt a pang in his heart when he saw tears of pain and hurt in his red eyes, he looked broken and vulnerable which he had never seen him. "I hate that wicked woman. I want to rip her heart out of her chest to see what it's made of" he hissed gritting his teeth, His voice laced with hatred and anger but Tapish could see how much pain he was in. He pulled him in a warn hug which he needed most and he too wrapped his arms around him putting his head on his shoulder and broke down in tears.

Tears rolled down her face, it felt as if she was once again leaving those moments. As she spoke, the raw emotion painted a vivid picture on Viaan’s mind. He saw her trembling under their assaults, her spirit crushed yet her will to survive unbroken. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the torment she had endured. In that moment, Viaan’s understanding deepened. He comprehended the depth of her hatred for them, the fiery resentment that seared her soul. She had suffered beyond measure at their hands, leaving scars unseen yet indelible.

The weight of his hatred buried in another woman’s body while she—his mate—rotted alone in a cage like a discarded secret. Her heart didn’t just ache. It shattered. Over and over and over. Until it burned. She lifted her head, hair clinging to her tear-streaked face, her eyes wild and red-rimmed. “He’s… he’s not even looking for me,” she rasped aloud, voice breaking. “He’s out there—fucking someone else—and I’m in here!” The silence that answered her was deafening. There was no one to scream at. No one to accuse. No one to save her.