Surviving Rejection

Surviving Rejection

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"Aria, you don't know how sorry I am. Please. Please. Please. Give me another chance. You don't know how much you mean to me. I was so scared when I thought that you were gone forever. I hate myself for what i did to you. I am so sorry. Please just say something." Damien rambled. He told me the same kind of thing every day. I just sat there in the chair that faced the window that showed me the forest that I used to love. I didn't look at him, and he may have thought that I didn't hear what he said to me, but I heard every word. It had been a month since I "woke" up. I hadn't said a word in that month. The Moon Goddess shouldn't have let me come back. I should have died when I swallowed all of those pills. I shouldn't have to go through all of this pain again. Those pills made everything numb. They made the pain go away. When I've been left alone, which is rare since I'm on suicide watch, for good reason, I've tried to make it all go away again. I don't even care how this time. I'll go through a couple minutes of physical pain to get away from this emotional pain that will last me a life time. But I can't physically harm myself. Whatever I find and I can't make myself pick it up. I'm just frozen in place. It's like the Moon Goddess put a curse on me. This second chance wasn't a blessing. It was a curse. Damien kept on rambling on when he said those three words. Three words that made me fall apart even more. "Aria, please say something. I can't bear to see you like this. Say something. Aria, please. I care about you so much. I- I love you. I've always loved you." Those three words were a lie. They couldn't be true. A monster like Damien wasn't capable of love. He wasn't capable of loving me. He would have never caused me so much pain if he ever loved me. Then I spoke for the first time in a month. Three words I had never said to anyone, because I had never truly felt that way. "I hate you." I whispered in a barely audible voice, but he heard me.
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~ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~ * * * It's Brutal. Chaos. A Trap. ------ Ariyah Moretti has spent her life running-from her past, her name, and the father who wanted her dead. Living in the shadows, she's learned how to disappear... until the night she's found by Damien Niklov-the infamous and feared leader whose empire is built on blood, power, and silence. When Damien offers her a dangerous proposal of marriage, Ariyah knows she must accept to survive. What he doesn't know is that she isn't who she claims to be. Beneath the name "Moretti" lies the truth she's sworn to bury-the last living heir of the Grayan bloodline, a name that was meant to be erased in fire and ash. But Damien isn't a man easily deceived. He sees through every lie, every attempt she makes to escape him. And with every failed run, every heated exchange, the line between hatred and desire blurs until she can't tell which burns hotter-her fury or his obsession. ------ He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting in the dark, "The hate I had for you transformed into an emotion so powerful that it became unbearable for me to handle, to the point where it fucking physically hurts." His hand slithered to back of my neck and pulled me closer. "You made me like this, you turned me into this, you made me love you even when it seemed fucking impossible." "You don't love me." It came out harsher than I expected. "This is you manipulating me, using me into getting what you want." His eyes narrowed. "Is that what you think?" "Yes." His thumb smoothly rubbed my neck in a circular motion. I breathed in. "Do you love me?" His gaze remains on mine. "If I loved you, then our love would be a sin, that led to chaos, betrayal and death." I spat. "If our love is a sin, then let us be punished together." ------ In a world built on secrets and sin, love is the most dangerous betrayal of all. ------ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧

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