Who Did This To You Trope Novels & Stories

一 I don't understand 一 She replied quietly. 一 Yes, you understood. I was listening to all your talk, you are the worst kind of people, I don't know what you want, but here, you won't get it. 一 He said with disgust and then a waiter passed by and on impulse, I grabbed a glass of wine, I didn't even drink. It looked like a scene from a movie, where the villain to intimidate the girl, ends up spilling some liquid on her that makes her run and that's exactly what happened. Wine was spilled on her white dress and an "O" formed in my mouth, it was pure theater.

The male lead covered her mouth with his hand. “You know what to say. You bastards only use the money to look at other people." Try to bring the sentence to Phedra Elizabeth's ears. "Let her speak." "It's you bastards who want money without tricking my brother into addiction." "It wasn't originally like that." "You take advantage of its loneliness, its inferiority in appearance, to lure it in." "Is it?" [More real and fake.] "What does that mean? Even the app is so mysterious.”

from Bridget. I lazily typed back, [Can't even hate. He's got the face, the body, and the skills to back it up.] Ten minutes later, Bridget forwarded me another video. That traitor actually screenshotted our chat and posted it on TikTok. The comments section was a disaster: [Okay but HOW good are we talking? Elaborate.] [Waiting for the ex-girlfriend review!] Then, a familiar username got pushed straight to the top. [So why did you break up?]

I said quietly, “who do you think did this?” He exhaled deeply and dropped onto the sofa across from me. “Honestly? It’s not hard to guess. You share a dorm with several Alphas. And one of them clearly had a motive. But here’s the twist—it wasn’t meant to harm you.” He met my gaze. “This was meant for someone else. You were just the trigger. The catalyst.” My jaw clenched. I hated to be used. “Clearly, you weren’t the intended victim. You didn’t suffer any effect, only noticed it. That means someone else was meant to react. You were just the delivery system.”

“My toxic trait is being fat.” The words tasted like poison on my tongue. I couldn’t even remember when I had started believing them. Maybe the first time Miranda called me a pig. Maybe the hundredth. Maybe when Father stopped looking at me. Or maybe tonight—when Alpha Roland looked at me with pure disgust, as if my very existence offended him. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered into the rain, voice cracking. “I didn’t choose this body. I didn’t choose to be your mate.” A sob tore free. “But you still made me feel like I committed a crime just by existing.”