#Runaway bride#
Chapter 1
If you want to kill someone tragically, how would you do it? Not just any death, but one that leaves a lasting ache in the hearts of those who knew them.
I could list so many ways, a car crash on a rainy night, a sudden illness, but you know what truly qualifies as a tragic death? A death that resonates with the deepest kind of sorrow?
Death from a broken heart.
Hehe.
Imagine the scene: the person you love, the one you’ve built your world around, coldly telling you how they merely used you after you poured everything you had into the relationship. After they greedily devoured all of your love, your very life blood, your breath, your unwavering devotion, and then callously stomped on it, leaving you a hollow shell. The devastation would be complete.
The World of men, is the sad truth. In every era, a woman is always nothing more than cannon fodder, used and discarded. I see it everywhere.
As for those pathetic bitches who are reborn claiming they wish to change their fate, rewrite their past?
What fate?! A predetermined destiny they suddenly find fault with?
When you selfishly change it, what is the inevitable chain reaction? What unforeseen consequences ripple outwards?
Those innocent people who then have to suffer, bear the burden, because of your self-centred actions and desires.
I am awake now. My eyes are finally open.
This world, with all its ugliness and injustice, I am glad I have awakened to its true nature. You want to be selfish and take away my things, exploit my kindness?
Here, have them. Take them all. See if they bring you true happiness.
You want me, a mere passerby in your grand scheme, to become your convenient stepping stone to greater power and influence?
Sorry, I am not willing to help you climb. Find another victim. I refuse to be a pawn in your twisted game.
My ideal form, sculpted in my mind, was that of a model – breasts neither too large, drawing unwanted attention, nor too small, lacking a certain feminine allure. They were just right. And for my dream guy, he’d stand around 2 meters tall, with hands large enough to comfortably encompass my curves. My legs would be long and strong, thick with muscle earned from years of dancing, but not so bulky as to appear masculine. My height, a delicate 1.65 meters, would place the top of my head perfectly at his collarbone, allowing for easy whispers and intimate embraces. I’d have a slim back, defined by Pilates, and a waist small enough for him to easily span with his hands.
That, right there, was the image I clung to – both of myself and the man I was meant to share my life with. It was a carefully constructed fantasy, a beacon of hope in the turbulent sea of reality. But like all dreams, mine shattered against the unforgiving rocks of fate.
Cliché, I suppose, but true nonetheless. My man, left me after three years for my half-sister. My stepmother, with her calculating eyes, was a venomous snake, constantly whispering insidious doubts in my ear. And my dad, bless his oblivious heart, was a man who should be run over by a truck – not literally, of course, but figuratively. He was so easily manipulated, so blind to the machinations around him. I, as the naive and trusting daughter, should have been smacked with a 2x4 to knock some sense into myself. Ah, I was so gullible, so eager to see the best in everyone, even when the red flags were waving frantically in my face.
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Slim, well-formed, earth-toned fingers flew across the keyboard as Vanity wrote. Her mind continued to unfold the story of a woman who had a tragic ending due to the fact of the ‘heroine’ being reborn and counter-attacking. Vanity bit her full bottom lip, trying to hide the treacherous smile. She felt excited writing this book, thinking of how many holes she could dig for her readers, gassing them up before making them fall like dead weight.
The full, shapely lips curved into a smirk as the story unfolded before her.
Introductory chapter, chapter 1...4...6...hehe.
She wondered how many readers would give her a one-star this time. How many will outline how much better this book could be?
Her heart felt better, if only for this short time. She continued to write, her mind popping up images that allowed her well-jointed hands to fly across the keyboard like the wind, each word taking form.
She was so deep into this that time flew, yet she was unaware.