𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹:𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 •𝗧𝗵𝘃•

•prologue•

—PROLOGUE—
—•—

The school hall echoed with laughter, footsteps, and the faint smell of chalk.
But in the center of the wide, empty space, a girl — barely eighteen — stood trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks like they were afraid to fall.

Her breath hitched when he stepped forward.

A twenty-Four-year-old man.
Tall, beautiful, loved by everyone, the type of person whose smile lit up entire corridors.

But right now…
he wasn't smiling.

His hand was intertwined with that of another girl — twenty-three, elegant, confident, smirking as if she had already won.

The entire hall quieted just enough to hear the first crack of the younger girl's heart.

“P-Please…” the 18-year-old whispered, voice shaking. “You know I didn’t do anything. You know it wasn’t me. Please just—”

“Enough.”
His voice sliced through her pleadings.

He took a step forward, towering over her trembling form.

“I don’t want you in my life.”

Her eyes widened. “W-What?”

“You heard me.”
His tone was ice. Sharp. Final.

“You’re unlucky for everyone. A disaster waiting to happen. A parasite. You bring misery to anyone who comes near you.”

She shook her head, choking on her sobs.
“That’s not true. You know me, you know I—”

He cut her off again, squeezing the older girl’s hand tighter.

“She was right about you from the start.”

The 24-year-old tilted her head, lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“You don’t deserve love,” he continued coldly. “You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve anyone.”

More students gathered near the doors, whispering, snickering, pointing.

The girl’s knees wobbled. “Please… please don’t say that. Please believe me… just once—”

He suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She gasped as he yanked her closer, their faces barely an inch apart.
Her tears touched his skin — and he didn’t even flinch.

“I don’t want to see you ever again,” he hissed.

“You’re a curse in everyone’s life.”

Her lips parted, but before a single sound escaped, he added:

“It’s better if you don’t show your pathetic face to us again.”

Then—

He shoved her.

Hard.

The impact slammed her onto the cold floor; the echo of her fall bounced off every wall.

The hall roared with laughter.

Someone pointed.
Someone snickered.
Someone whispered, “She deserves it.”

But he didn’t look back.
He tightened his grip on the older girl’s hand and walked away, dragging her down the hallway.
Before turning the corner, the older girl glanced back—

—and smirked.

The crying girl on the floor slowly curled her fingers into fists, the humiliation burning like acid in her throat.

The laughter stabbed her ears.
Her vision blurred.
Her heart cracked open in ways she didn’t understand yet.

She swallowed her sob, lifted her head just enough to stare at the empty doorway where he had disappeared, and whispered…

Voice low.
Broken.
Dark.

“I’ll come back…”

Her tear-stained face twisted into something frighteningly calm.

“…but not the girl you threw away.”

She wiped her tears with the back of her bloody hand.

“I’ll return as your worst nightmare.”

—Content Warning—

This story contains dark and intense themes, including:—

Emotional manipulation

Psychological abuse

Toxic relationships

Obsession and possessiveness

Public humiliation

Power imbalance

Cruelty and harsh language

Trauma, angst, and heartbreak

Character death .

Lies, deception, and betrayal

Morally grey and morally wrong characters

No healthy romance

No redemption arcs

Reader discretion is strongly advised.
This is a purely fictional work meant for dark storytelling purposes only.

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