I didn’t know how much time had passed when I came back to consciousness. A throbbing pain in my head pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through an unfamiliar room. I blinked a few times, realizing I was lying on a leather sofa, a blanket carelessly thrown over me.
Sitting up slowly, I winced as my head pounded in protest. My clothes were still intact, though slightly rumpled, and my shoes were on the floor. How did I get here? The events of the night before were a blur—a whirlwind of loud music, a drink that didn’t taste right, and… him.
Panic prickled through me. Flashes of the bar came rushing back—his sharp blue eyes, his cold words, the drink that had knocked me out. My stomach tightened. Did we…? Oh No.
“Why does my head feel like it’s splitting open?” Clutching my head, I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled, sending me crashing into a side table. The loud noise echoed in the stillness, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching fast.
“What the hell?” His voice, sharp and cold, sliced through the haze. I looked up to see him standing there, his broad shoulders and unbuttoned shirt giving him an air of effortless dominance. His eyes, cold and piercing, held no hint of kindness.
He marched toward me, fists clenched in visible frustration.
“Don’t dare to spread your dirt here,” he snapped, gripping my arm and pulling me upright. Before I could protest, he slapped a hand over my mouth and dragged me toward a bathroom. The cold tiles beneath my knees felt like ice as I knelt by the toilet, my stomach twisting violently.
He stood by the doorframe, watching with a mixture of irritation and indifference.
“First time drinking, huh?” he muttered, more to himself than to me. Shame and anger welled up as I wiped my mouth and stumbled out, clutching my stomach. His gaze locked onto me.
“Where am I?” I mumbled, my voice trembling.
“You’re in my hell,” he replied flatly, his tone devoid of warmth. I blinked, trying to process his words.
“Why am I here?”
He folded his arms, leaning against the wall as his gaze bore into me.
“You tell me,” he said coldly. “You ruined my evening. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused?” My heart raced as I tried to remember, fragments of the bar flashing in my mind. His voice pulled me back to the present.
“How dare you call me a gangster?” he said, his voice low and sharp. “Did you think creating this scene would make me take you home?”
“Did we…..?” My lips trembled, I couldn’t complete my sentence. His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of irritation.
“Seriously? I don’t touch drunk, pathetic women who can’t handle their liquor.” The bluntness of his words hit me like a slap, and my face flushed with both embarrassment and anger. “Pathetic?” His words stung, cutting deeper than I cared to admit.
“That’s not fair,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Have you even looked at the time?” He gestured toward the clock. “It’s past midnight, and you’re in a stranger’s apartment. What does that say about you?” Shame curled in my chest as I glanced at the clock. My reflection in the glass of a nearby window only made me feel smaller.
“Look at your state,” he sneered, stepping closer. “You’re pathetic.” Heat surged through me—not from shame this time, but from anger. I squared my shoulders and met his gaze.
“Who are you to insult me?” His mocking smile widened.
“You should be grateful I didn’t take advantage of you.”
“Shut up!” I snapped, covering my ears as tears spilled over. He closed the distance between us in an instant, his presence looming. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door.
“Enough of this nonsense,” he said coldly, yanking the door open.
“Wait—” My words were cut off as he shoved me out with a force that sent me sprawling onto the floor. Pain shot through my side as I hit the ground. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing in the dimly lit hallway. Tears blurred my vision as I curled into myself, trying to process what had just happened.
Dragging my exhausted body back my apartment, I took a long, detailed look at this place where I’d lived for the past four years.Every corner held memories of Ethan and me—once so beautiful, now stabbing into my heart like a thousand sharp blades. I cried that night, cried for every moment I spent with him.I found a large cardboard box and, unable to sleep, spent the night erasing those remnants of happiness.There were slippers with our "cat and dog" love diary design, the matching couple mugs that fit together, the keychains that sensed each other within ten meters and a whole box of photos and portraits. These were once the only proof of our relationship, especially in those times when I felt insecure.Now, there was no need for any of it.Till morning I nearly cleared out the entire house. I even disposed of the furniture I’d chosen myself, leaving the place as it was when I first moved in—black and white, so minimalist that you could see the entire room in a single glance.Sudd
Stepping out of the airport, I immediately spotted them—my parents standing in a row,, smiling and waving. Their familiar smiles warmed my chest, and for a moment, the weight of everything I’d left behind felt lighter.Dragging my suitcase, I ran into my mother’s arms, her embrace the sanctuary I hadn’t realized I craved so deeply. "Mom," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I've missed you so much.""Welcome home, sweetheart. You look thinner. Have you been eating properly?" Her hand stroked my hair gently.Back then, for the sake of study I ignored my parents’ advice and insisted on returning to New York for college. They had reluctantly let me go. Who would have thought that once I left, I would be gone for five years, returning only briefly each Christmas, leaving them to suffer through endless longing?I was such impolite to me. As tears began to rise, I quickly pulled away from my mother.“Mom, I’m so hungry.” Her face softened with a knowing smile. “Come, let’s go home. I’ll make
“Why didn’t he refuse?” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The wedding dress hugged my body perfectly, the lace shimmering under the soft light. My hair was neatly done, the veil draping over my shoulders. I looked like a bride, but I didn’t feel like one. After that encounter at the bar, I thought he’d want nothing to do with me, much less marry me.Every possibility I thought of only added to my unease. Was this some power play? A business move? A way to humiliate me further? I wanted to refuse this marriage but I couldn’t. My parents were extremely happy like this marriage was the best thing to ever happen to our family. I couldn’t refuse their happiness.My mother’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Lena, try this one,” she said, holding up yet another veil. I nodded absentmindedly, letting her adjust it over my head.“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes misty. I managed a small smile. It wasn’t the veil or the dress that bothered me. It wa
“I never loved her; you know.” Ethan’s voice, sharp and unflinching, sliced through the air. My breath hitched, the world around me blurring as those words struck harder than any blow.“She is good but I can’t marry her.” he continued, his tone almost casual, as if he wasn’t talking about the three years we’d spent together. My heart pounded, but I stayed frozen closer to the wall outside the private room.Cruel laughter followed, twisting like a dagger in my chest.“You play well. What are you going to do about that little girl?” Someone else chimed in, their voice laced with mockery. Ethan chuckled lowly, and it made my stomach churn.“I need to tell her about the arranged marriage my family wants for me. Soon my brother will be here and we will go back together. I don’t have much time.” he said, his tone soft but distant, like a knife wrapped in silk. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I pressed my palm against the cold wall, desperate to steady my
The bar was filled with loud music, couples danced on the floor, and everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, but heaviness weighed on my heart. With a heavy heart, I approached the counter and ordered a fresh juice. Leaning on the counter, I suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: A strong and muscular man was dismissing a girl forcefully.I didn’t know why I got attracted to them, although it was normal here. But this guy has something that attracts me. Dark blond hair, almond-shaped eyes whose ice blue color was giving me a chill, strong cheekbones, short stubble, and full lips, with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles, and the strictness on his face made him different and exceptionally handsome. I have to admit, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. The man, he was a little familiar but I didn’t know him."I don't deal with used things like you; get away from me or I will kill you," he said with gritted teeth, an
“Why didn’t he refuse?” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The wedding dress hugged my body perfectly, the lace shimmering under the soft light. My hair was neatly done, the veil draping over my shoulders. I looked like a bride, but I didn’t feel like one. After that encounter at the bar, I thought he’d want nothing to do with me, much less marry me.Every possibility I thought of only added to my unease. Was this some power play? A business move? A way to humiliate me further? I wanted to refuse this marriage but I couldn’t. My parents were extremely happy like this marriage was the best thing to ever happen to our family. I couldn’t refuse their happiness.My mother’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Lena, try this one,” she said, holding up yet another veil. I nodded absentmindedly, letting her adjust it over my head.“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes misty. I managed a small smile. It wasn’t the veil or the dress that bothered me. It wa
Stepping out of the airport, I immediately spotted them—my parents standing in a row,, smiling and waving. Their familiar smiles warmed my chest, and for a moment, the weight of everything I’d left behind felt lighter.Dragging my suitcase, I ran into my mother’s arms, her embrace the sanctuary I hadn’t realized I craved so deeply. "Mom," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I've missed you so much.""Welcome home, sweetheart. You look thinner. Have you been eating properly?" Her hand stroked my hair gently.Back then, for the sake of study I ignored my parents’ advice and insisted on returning to New York for college. They had reluctantly let me go. Who would have thought that once I left, I would be gone for five years, returning only briefly each Christmas, leaving them to suffer through endless longing?I was such impolite to me. As tears began to rise, I quickly pulled away from my mother.“Mom, I’m so hungry.” Her face softened with a knowing smile. “Come, let’s go home. I’ll make
Dragging my exhausted body back my apartment, I took a long, detailed look at this place where I’d lived for the past four years.Every corner held memories of Ethan and me—once so beautiful, now stabbing into my heart like a thousand sharp blades. I cried that night, cried for every moment I spent with him.I found a large cardboard box and, unable to sleep, spent the night erasing those remnants of happiness.There were slippers with our "cat and dog" love diary design, the matching couple mugs that fit together, the keychains that sensed each other within ten meters and a whole box of photos and portraits. These were once the only proof of our relationship, especially in those times when I felt insecure.Now, there was no need for any of it.Till morning I nearly cleared out the entire house. I even disposed of the furniture I’d chosen myself, leaving the place as it was when I first moved in—black and white, so minimalist that you could see the entire room in a single glance.Sudd
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I came back to consciousness. A throbbing pain in my head pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through an unfamiliar room. I blinked a few times, realizing I was lying on a leather sofa, a blanket carelessly thrown over me.Sitting up slowly, I winced as my head pounded in protest. My clothes were still intact, though slightly rumpled, and my shoes were on the floor. How did I get here? The events of the night before were a blur—a whirlwind of loud music, a drink that didn’t taste right, and… him.Panic prickled through me. Flashes of the bar came rushing back—his sharp blue eyes, his cold words, the drink that had knocked me out. My stomach tightened. Did we…? Oh No.“Why does my head feel like it’s splitting open?” Clutching my head, I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled, sending me crashing into a side table. The loud noise echoed in the
The bar was filled with loud music, couples danced on the floor, and everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, but heaviness weighed on my heart. With a heavy heart, I approached the counter and ordered a fresh juice. Leaning on the counter, I suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: A strong and muscular man was dismissing a girl forcefully.I didn’t know why I got attracted to them, although it was normal here. But this guy has something that attracts me. Dark blond hair, almond-shaped eyes whose ice blue color was giving me a chill, strong cheekbones, short stubble, and full lips, with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles, and the strictness on his face made him different and exceptionally handsome. I have to admit, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. The man, he was a little familiar but I didn’t know him."I don't deal with used things like you; get away from me or I will kill you," he said with gritted teeth, an
“I never loved her; you know.” Ethan’s voice, sharp and unflinching, sliced through the air. My breath hitched, the world around me blurring as those words struck harder than any blow.“She is good but I can’t marry her.” he continued, his tone almost casual, as if he wasn’t talking about the three years we’d spent together. My heart pounded, but I stayed frozen closer to the wall outside the private room.Cruel laughter followed, twisting like a dagger in my chest.“You play well. What are you going to do about that little girl?” Someone else chimed in, their voice laced with mockery. Ethan chuckled lowly, and it made my stomach churn.“I need to tell her about the arranged marriage my family wants for me. Soon my brother will be here and we will go back together. I don’t have much time.” he said, his tone soft but distant, like a knife wrapped in silk. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I pressed my palm against the cold wall, desperate to steady my