Love and hate intertwined
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I had loved Silas for ten years.
But on the very day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his first love returned home.
I loved him. Whether he loved me in return, I didn't know—I couldn't feel it. But I was certain he would never cheat.
In the final days of my life, I flawlessly played the role of the perfect wife.
After I died, he found my diary. And when he finished reading it, he broke down and wept with a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony.
Love and hate intertwined Chapter 1
I had loved Silas for ten years.
But on the very day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his first love returned home.
I loved him. Whether he loved me in return, I didn't know—I couldn't feel it. But I was certain he would never cheat.
In the final days of my life, I flawlessly played the role of the perfect wife.
After I died, he found my diary. And when he finished reading it, he broke down and wept with a gut-wrenching, soul-crushing agony.
Chapter 1
The diagnosis was printed on a crisp, pristine sheet of white paper. Cancer. Stage four.
My fingers, trembling and numb, hovered over the phone screen. I opened my contacts, tapped his name, and then backed out. I repeated this three times.
Silas. My husband.
Before I could even press the dial button, his name flashed across the screen. He was calling me.
My heart gave an involuntary, violent lurch. I swiped to answer and pressed the phone to my ear.
"Nina," his voice drifted through the receiver, his tone softening as he said my name. "I have some things to take care of tonight. I won't make it for dinner, and I might be back late. Don't wait up for me; go to bed early."
The words I had been practicing—Silas, I'm sick, the doctor says I'm dying—caught in my throat.
"...Okay," I murmured.
The call was as brief and compliant as always. The line disconnected, leaving only the hollow tone of a dropped call, but I remained frozen on the sidewalk, the phone still pressed to my cheek.
Silas, I'm sick, I'm dying.
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8.7
The monsters we killed came back wearing our children's faces.
The moon we murdered is singing again from inside the girl who murdered it.
One mother with claws and one daughter with a god in her teeth must descend beneath the lake where the dead rehearse the end of the world.
This time the lock is a heartbeat.
This time the key has to break herself to turn.
8.1
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison. My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident". On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Ford’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated. I will tear off their masks and burn the Willis family to the ground.
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9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
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I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
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7.3
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