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A past even my best friends have no idea about because I shielded them from it, believing that my pain could not equal theirs.
Or rather…
I survived, and survivors don’t get to whine when someone else dies.
Before I can reply to his statement or instead tell him to go fuck himself so we can finally end this conversation that gives me nothing but a headache, a message pops up on my screen.
The princess seems to be back in the castle. She’s beautiful in white, but I think…you’d really love her in red.
The earlier fury comes swinging back at me, so strong I barely hold back the roar ready to erupt from my throat while a chill runs down my spine, as I need only one thing.
The blood of the man who thinks he has a chance to repeat the horrors of the past instead of getting my wrath for what he has done to me.
I allowed him to play to my advantage, but he upped his scales.
She’s back, and in this, she’s given him a weapon to use against me.
And for that…
I hate her so viciously I wish to break her and never put her back together.
Maybe then she’d experience just a fraction of the chaos that consumed me a long time ago.
Because my angel doesn’t set me free or save me.
She sends me to my downfall.
And how could any monster want anything else but to destroy her?
CHAPTER FIVE
“Love is a weapon.
A curse.
A tragedy.
But also…
Love is anguish wrapped up in pain and agony designed to destroy your soul.”
Jimena
Jimena
Three loud knocks echo through the space as I adjust the pin on my hair, huffing in exasperation when several thick locks of my hair still manage to escape it, and shake my head at my reflection.
Taking care of long and curly hair is a hell itself that requires patience I sometimes just don’t possess. “Come in!” I shout, slipping into my high heels and barely sparing myself another glance as I spin around, ready to greet whoever was unfortunate enough to drag their ass here and fetch me for the party that’s been in full swing for an hour now.
I strategically avoided going downstairs and mingling with all the people who’d ask a million questions and expect me to have the answers because one must follow two rules in high society.
Number one.
Always be polite since you have no idea how you might use the connection in the future, as those in power always network the best because half of the success attributes to who you know.
And number two.
Never show your true emotions to the public. Keep your inner turmoil to yourself while flashing endless smiles, even if your mouth hurts from it.
