Novel & Cerita Without Remorse

Expecting him to sympathize with her or feel sorry for her like every other person does. “But unfortunately, he felt no remorse towards her. he acted like he doesn’t know what it means to be an orphan without siblings or any family member. He didn’t feel sorry for her. He took a sip of his coffee again. “Did you hear me? I said I don’t have a family!” she reiterated. Expecting him to sympathize with her. “I heard you the first time. Sheila.” He replied. Nodding his head. What kind of a human being is this that has no remorse or feeling? Sheila thought.

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

The unbridled rage and then after, when he was pulling me off the desk the way he closed down and ordered his men to start cleaning it up like all he had done was knock over his coffee. No emotion, no remorse at all just an empty act of taking someone’s life with no fear of repercussion. This is the real face of Alexi Carrero. This is why he’s the way he is, this is what he was made into and over the years somehow, it was trained out of him to value another human life. He doesn’t feel sympathy or suffering, how can he when he cannot even muster remorse for murder—it explains a lot.

A pang of sorrow laced with necessity twinged within me-I took no pleasure in extinguishing a life, even one so corrupted. "Forgive me," I whispered to the fallen beast, a prayer for both of us. Then, shaking off the veil of remorse, I turned away. There was no space for doubt on this path I walked. Only the unwavering conviction that what I did, I did for the sake of all who depended on me.

His voice cracked just slightly. Remorse? Maybe. Pretend remorse? Probably. Did it matter? Not at all. He’d fed her poison wrapped in salvation. Let her body become a playground for something unnatural, and never told her. She was Natalie’s mother. That alone meant he wasn’t walking out of here. “Interesting,” I said coolly. Because he thought remorse was going to buy him time. But in my world, remorse didn’t matter. Only the consequences did.

Please believe me! I scoffed at him and said, "Make it up to me, you say? How are you going to make it up to me? I don't need you to do anything of the sort, Miles. There's no possible way you could ever repay me in this lifetime. Get lost!" Faith looked up at me in terror and pleaded, "Please forgive him, Ms. Moore. He's gone mad. He'll kill me if you don't forgive me." I pinched her chin and said in disdain, "Then, die."

“Mommy, you can sleep with Bunny. Will you forgive me after you wake up?” I could feel my tears fall and vanish in the air. My silly, darling daughter assumed that I was only sleeping because I was upset with her. Why would I ever be upset with her? I regretted marrying and relocating so far away from home. I also regretted all the times I forgave Eliott. However, I never regretted giving birth to Ava. She was the light of my life, the only consolation during my roughest days. Without Ava, there would not be anything worth holding onto in this world.

“Please, you don’t understand. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I was just trying to protect myself, to keep control. Forgive me, please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let this happen.” His words were laced with panic, but there was no remorse in them. Not truly. He had never cared about the damage he had caused. He had never considered how many lives he had destroyed in his quest for power. His plea for mercy wasn’t a cry of genuine regret—it was a final attempt to maintain the control he had lost.

Sunlight from the western windows cut across the floor between us. “You meant what you said this morning,” I said eventually. It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” No defense attached to it. No strategic framing. Just yes. I studied her quietly. The difficult thing about remorse was that genuine remorse changed nothing retroactively. Damage remained damage even when the person responsible finally understood its shape. But understanding still mattered. Somewhere. “I don’t know what happens next,” I admitted. “That is reasonable.” “You hurt people trying to preserve structures that should never have existed.”

Shane continued apologizing, his voice a little muffled because of how tightly he placed his head on her stomach, “you were right, you have always been right, and I’m nothing but a fool, I didn’t trust you enough, I didn’t believe in you enough and now I am regretting. I saw you after so many years, but rather than rush to you and welcome you back into my arms, I chose to hurt you more, I chose to blame you for unnecessary things. I am so deeply sorry flower, please forgive me, please.” A tear dropped from Lillian’s eyes, she heaved a deep sigh, trying to hold the tears at bay. Her gaze went to Philip and he immediately nodded and walked away. Turning to the man crying like a child in her ar