Novel & Cerita Worthless Regression

“You always make me proud.” Her words pierce straight through me. I don’t deserve her pride. I’m a liar. Everything I’ve done—the deception, the manipulation—has become unbearable. Grandma lets go and slowly walks to her room. Her frail footsteps echo down the hall, and I feel something inside me splinter. I regret everything. I regret agreeing to this marriage. I regret chasing after wealth and reputation. Now everything’s tangled beyond repair. If only I’d stood my ground from the beginning— If only I hadn’t let Paula’s ambitions and my own fears of the future twist me into this man—

He had never investigated what kind of wolf she carried. And now… He regretted it deeply. Excellent in medicine. Terrifying in power. Such a rare existence. Too bad his foolish son had divorced her. If only she were still part of the Hale family… But it was too late.

There’s a saying: What you don’t know can’t hurt you. But that’s a lie. Ignorance isn’t bliss… it’s a slow death, creeping in the shadows until it swallows you whole. As the words left his mouth, he froze. His entire body went rigid, his breath halting as if he’d just swallowed something sharp. “What did you just say?” My voice was a whisper, but it cut through the air like a blade. Alex’s hands clenched into fists before one flew to his mouth as he mouthed the word “fuck” as if trying to shove the words back in. Regret flickered across his face, but it was too late.

Someone with such a shady past gaining recognition in the design industry was shocking enough, but the work he produced was so poorly done that it felt like a mockery of art itself. In no time, his reputation was in ruins. Everyone shunned Miles, and Atkinson Group's design department was finished.

“She didn’t mean what she said.” “She sure did.” I laughed. “I could see it in her eyes. She meant every damn word. And maybe she’s right. Maybe I am like the devil my father was.” “You know that’s not true. You’re a lot of things but you’re not like your father.” “Isabella wouldn’t think that way.” I said. “I’m sure she would agree with my mother that I’m the devil.” “I’m sure she doesn’t think that way, either.” “I’m a piece of shit. I don’t even deserve to have a child. Theo deserves better. Maybe they’re better off without me trying to play daddy.”

"The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Worthless to the Board of Directors!" The realization hit me with the force of a hundred and thirty-five chapters. Valerius thought he could win because he thought I wanted my suffering to "Pay Off." He thought he could govern Eryx because he was the one who had "Authorized" his first breath. But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a career path—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Rejection of any hand that tried to hold us in place. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Insolvency.

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement. My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger. I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction. He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

And nothing destroys a narcissist faster than becoming irrelevant to the person they obsessed over. Retribution is not loud. It is not always violent. Sometimes it’s quiet, precise, relentless, and inescapable. And as he sat alone in a penthouse no one respected anymore, watching a world move on without him, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: This was not the end for him. This was worse. This was the beginning of his disappearance.

I decide to stop beating around the bush and just come out with it. "My dad was the alpha of this pack. He started raping me when I was twelve, and he let other men in the pack rape me too. When I was sixteen, I couldn't take it anymore, so I shifted into my wolf and killed my father and the other men who had raped me. So you see, I'm not a virgin, and you probably want someone who's pure." I can't hold back my tears while I wait for him to tell me how disgusted he is with me. Why would someone as sweet as him want me? No one should be burdened with my shame. Scott tightens his hold on me. When I hear him take in an unsteady breath, I look up into his eyes and see he's crying, too.

"You showed too much weakness, and these people exploited it mercilessly. Relentlessly. Still, I am partly to blame for this. You were… popular with girls even when you were little, but I made sure to keep a very, very close eye on that part of your life. "And that exploded into… this. You fall for beauty easily." … I was in my father's study for a long, long time. My father eventually sent his lawyers to find out the trail of transactions with the investors, and I hurried back to my home, though it was already late at night. Winona was waiting right outside the entrance. I was surprised to see her there. She was no longer the proud and shining woman she once was. Her hair lost its luster, a