I came back for revenge. Nothing more. Nothing less. But fate doesn’t care about my plans. And neither does he. Now, I'm caught between the past that broke me and the love I never saw coming.
View More•~•Solane’s POVI forced myself to breathe, trying to calm my racing heart, even as my chest tightened and a cold knot formed in my stomach.The air between us had shifted, like the stillness before a storm, and for a split second, I wondered if he'd heard everything.He couldn’t have heard, right? If he had, he would have said something by now.But still, that damn look in his eyes remained—unreadable, cold as the Baltic in winter. His gaze flicked to the phone at my feet.“Bad news?” he asked finally, his voice calm, too calm.I frowned, confused. “What?”"Did something happen?… You’re shivering," he said, tilting his head. Then, he wheeled closer and reached down to pick up my phone from the floor.He glanced at it briefly before speaking again. “You're lucky it doesn’t have a crack... Here.”Suspicion tightened in my chest as I hesitantly took the phone from him.Unable to hold it in any longer, I spoke. “How long were you standing there?” My voice came out sharper than I intended
•~•Aziel’s POV------Two Weeks Ago------The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air as I wheeled myself into the hospital ward. I had been here more times than I could count, and yet each visit felt like a fresh wound, reopening all over again.My mother was there as usual, sitting beside the hospital bed, her hand gently brushing through his hair—The real Nathaniel Grant, my identical twin brother.He lay beneath the crisp white sheets, an oxygen mask over his face and a few wires attached to his body, keeping him connected to the world.She stared lovingly at him as if he was the only thing that mattered, her touch gentle, full of care, like she was afraid to disturb his fragile peace.It was a tenderness I had never known, not once in my life, and a bitter ache grew in my chest, but I pushed it back.“How is he?” I asked, my voice colder than I meant it to be.My mother didn’t look at me. "The same as yesterday. The same as he’s been for the last five years." Her voice was a
•~•Solane’s POVIt’s funny, really—how people preach forgiveness as if it’s the ultimate virtue, a balm for all wounds.“Revenge will only destroy you,” they say, spouting tired platitudes. But they don’t understand. Some wounds cut so deep that forgiveness feels like betrayal—it's like handing your enemy the weapon they’ll use to hurt you again.My Grandmother had a saying, “When you dig a grave for your enemy, dig one for yourself too.” Wise words, I suppose, for someone who never lived to see the kind of betrayal I endured. Forgiveness wasn’t an option for me—it felt like surrendering. Revenge was the only way to make them pay for every ounce of pain they had caused me and to truly heal.So dear Grandmother, my sincerest apologies—but I don’t fucking care if I’m buried next to my enemies, still clutching these grudges like heirlooms.The crisp night air carried the briny scent of the ocean beyond the hotel where Nathaniel and I were staying for our honeymoon.A gentle breeze play
•~•Solane’s POVI never thought I’d be standing at the altar, exchanging vows with the man who had his mother kill me.Yet here I was, clutching a bouquet of roses I had handpicked, wearing the most beautiful dress ever, ready to marry him under a new name and face. All for revenge.“Do you, Solane Blackwood, take Nathaniel Grant to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”Once upon a time, the girl I used to be—Irene Lancaster, would’ve said yes without a second thought because she believed in the disaster called love.But reality has a way of shattering even the prettiest illusions. Now I know, love is just a fairytale we try to force into reality—A poison disguised as nectar, sweet until it makes you sick.My gaze flickered to Nathaniel, seated in his wheelchair, hands resting neatly in his lap, his expression unreadable as
•~•Solane’s POVI never thought I’d be standing at the altar, exchanging vows with the man who had his mother kill me.Yet here I was, clutching a bouquet of roses I had handpicked, wearing the most beautiful dress ever, ready to marry him under a new name and face. All for revenge.“Do you, Solane Blackwood, take Nathaniel Grant to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”Once upon a time, the girl I used to be—Irene Lancaster, would’ve said yes without a second thought because she believed in the disaster called love.But reality has a way of shattering even the prettiest illusions. Now I know, love is just a fairytale we try to force into reality—A poison disguised as nectar, sweet until it makes you sick.My gaze flickered to Nathaniel, seated in his wheelchair, hands resting neatly in his lap, his expression unreadable as ...
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