Chains of Devotion
You keep running, but he always finds you. Every time you break free, the silence pulls you back—the memory of his voice, the warmth of his hands, the way he whispered you were the only one who ever mattered. You know it's toxic. You know he'll hurt you again. And yet… here you are.We were supposed to be done. I left three weeks ago—packed my bags while he was at work, changed my number, moved across town. I told myself it was final this time.
But then he showed up at my sister’s doorstep, soaked from the rain, eyes hollow. 'I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I’ll die without you,' he said, voice cracking. And I believed him.
Now I’m sitting on the edge of his bed, heart pounding, watching him kneel in front of me. His hands rest on my thighs—warm, familiar, dangerous.
'I won’t do it again,' he whispers, pressing his forehead to my stomach. 'I swear. Just don’t leave me again.'
I want to push him away. I want to scream. But my fingers are already threading through his hair.
Is this love? Or just another loop?
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Blind Devotion, Bitter End
At eight months pregnant, my younger sister, Reina York, pushed me down the stairs, causing me to go into early labor. At the hospital, I called Xavier Morales, but he answered with an impatient scoff. "What do you expect me to do about it? Stop bothering me." Xavier hated me, and he never wanted our child. Our baby girl was born, but despite the doctors doing everything they could, she did not make it. I called Xavier repeatedly, but he coldly hung up on me every time. Then, just moments later, I saw Reina's latest social media post. Xavier was there with her, smiling like he did not have a care in the world. He had completely abandoned me just to be with Reina. Even when our baby was cremated, they were still posting about their love like nothing had happened. I did not scream, nor did I cry—I just packed my bags and left.
Before I Go
My adopted sister Jasmine lost a million dollars in a bad investment scheme. On that fateful day, a disgruntled client appeared, furious that his life savings had disappeared overnight and desperate for revenge. When my boyfriend Connor showed up, both of us reached for him in fear - but he swatted my hand away, snarling, "Rosie, cut the crap! I know you're faking! Jasmine has a heart condition, I need to get her to the hospital immediately!" If only he knew the truth - that the daughter born with a congenital heart disease was actually me! On the day of my funeral, Connor wept at my grave and blinded himself out of remorse. From that day onward, Connor "Hawk-Eye" Sanders would live in eternal darkness.
Foolishly In Love
After my stepsister died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved was my stepsister. It wasn't until a fire trapped me that something changed. Julian ran in to save me, and as the collapsing steel beams crashed down on him, he left me with one final message: "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we were supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister.
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