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《《A/N: this book is the Part 2 of my very first book called "My Ice Cold Boss" i didnt mention it in the title of this book. So please first go read the first book then read this one as you will understand it more better. Thank you.》》
Author's POV'
Neveah was walking down the street to the nearest club, as her hip swayed side to side every pair of eyes followed her. She was wearing a bit to much of revealing clothes.
She was bad, she didn't care she just minded her own business and kept walking like nothing, she had this smirk plastered to her face in a way to express her confidence as she knew everybody wanted her physically and emotionally.
She could hear boys whistling, expressing there reaction to her sexy body, her smirk gradually grew. There were a lot of horny men in the street she was passing by. She could handle a little violence. She learned self defence.
Ever since that day she thought the reason of the break up was her. She thought she wasn't good enough for him and he realized it one day and decided to confront her.
And what pushed her over the edges and gave her the urge to change herself was her brother abandoning her out of no where. And her best friend Taehyung, and the rest of them even though she wasn't close to them at all, she was still hurt. They were still friends.
She was a whole new person now, it was like if someone she knew would see her now wouldn't recognize her at all. And she wanted that dramatic change, so she could start a new life. A new start, new friends. But not new love.
As I said before she wouldn't fall in the traps of love again, she had enough of this fake love, in her opinion lovers just take each other for granted. It's not true. Love is not true.
She even doesn't believe in true friendship it's bullshit, her words not mine. She just made friends so she won't be lonely, and she is pretty sure that the friends she made take her for granted as she has a lot of money provided by her father.
So she is returning the favour and taking their friendship for granted too. She became dependant on her father and every month asks for money from him, their relationship is still the same, stuck on ignorance.
She burnt all of the memories she had of her with him, literally she burnt them in a corner all the pictures, gifts everything.
But she isn't sure if she could remove the memories of them in her heart, maybe they are still there locked up in a cage of hatred. All she has for him until now is hatred and nothing else.
He turned her heart black and filled it with hatred for himself. But there is still a teeny tiny spark of love she still has for him, but she is determined to remove it or let that teeny tiny spark always remain teeny tiny and always a spark. Not more than that.
She always wears black, her closet has nothing else than colours that are black. Her jewlaries her nails even her bed sheets, walls, dressing table. Everything, well except her hair, she dyed it fire-y red.
Neveah entered the club swiftly, walking to the bar tender confidently and asked for her usual. She comes here ever twice a week, but doesn't drink always. She drinks bear or vodka very little. She just comes here to have fun and dance.
