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I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

, and "Thanks for everything you've given me" All of that was mine once. "Lisette, you lived on my dime and stole my friends. What's next? Are you going to take my parents, too?" I snapped. I'd just gotten out of the hospital, and my body couldn't handle the stress. A sharp pain pierced my heart again, and I collapsed, clutching my chest. "Cecilia!" Edgar's eyes widened in shock. "Cecilia!" Silas rushed toward me.

My voice cracked into yells, screams, curses I didn’t even know I had in me. He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften. He drove me harder, like he wanted to brand me into this glass, like he wanted me to never forget how he looked when I shattered under him. And I let him. I gave him everything. My voice. My tears. My shame. My need. I was undone, shameless, shaking and pleading for more even when my body was splintering apart. When I broke, it was catastrophic. I screamed, clawed, sobbed, my body collapsing against him even as he kept going, wringing me dry. He held me there… against the mirror, against myself… until I was nothing but fragments in his hands.

I've never known her personally but from the horror stories I've heard, you wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of this blonde-haired, green-eyed monster. She was always taller than most girls and she'd set her eyes on no other than London Morse. They got together in their junior year and she became the lead singer of their band. "What about her?" I muse quietly. Is there some gossip about her that I don't know about? I make it my business to know everything concerning Crash Course Rebellion. If it's something I don't know about it must be serious. "Well," my best friend drawls, "the bitch just upped and left in the middle of the night a few days ago. Last night London got a letter in the

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

From a princess in a wealthy home to a sex worker, a drug dealer, a prisoner, a heart breaker, a gold digger, a waitress, a sex addict, and finally on my last day a foolish mother who was about to leave her little angel all alone. I couldn't thank Roland enough for accepting me the way I was, for never judging me with my past and shattered heart. And trying to heal my shattered heart. I never thought that I deserved such a man in my life after everything I did to myself. He never cared about my past and chose to stay by my side. I wanted to get married as soon as possible but I couldn't either untill he suggested a way. How I met Roland is also a very important part of my life, a part I want

Guess what guys. I love you all like so much. Because of y'all I was able to actually submit 'Unshatter me' for the wattys awards. This might look like really small and all but I know that I wouldn't have been able to get the courage to submit it if it weren't for y'all. Once again , I love y'all Hook. Line . Sinker "I'm sorry" He whispered. Those two words. I'm sorry. I know that I said those words initially just to make him feel guilty so that he would actually let me go, but then , tell me why I felt a piece of my heart literally break from within