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YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

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Chapter 1 – ALWAYS A HORRIFYING BIRTHDAY.

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

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was just 10 years old. That same day, my father

se and thrown out, like a weed. I found myself sleeping in the filthy corne

s trouble that nearly cost me my life, a

aging CEO of Julian Financial Services. He was old enough to be my gran

to escape from Mr. William by climbing over a wall,

te: September 25, the d

g once again to save my life, though I fear

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ding from the countless cuts I acquired from the sha

rving for days, and my th

thing to me at that moment was escaping. It would be wor

after it with torn clothes, breat

d to the ground, my heavy and fast heartbeat was mixed with tears of sorrow. If only my mother weren't

myself up, I stood at the center of the road, it

ht my terror was over. Four men stepped out of the car, and wi

before I knew it, three men were holding m

k, I just mouthed, "Help me!" continuously and wept silently while the four

cal, emotional, and mental abuse I've been through

me. My sanity, my dignity, my self-confidence, and my hop

ches, I got them all. I was only lucky they had no gun or knife o

ffect of the abuse, and when they thought I was dead,

ve up, and for a second,

began to cough out blood. Even death want

were covered in blood. I tried to walk

ed. I looked up and saw a police station in sight. Weeping

ed medical attention, so without asking any questions or asking me to write a sta

, I will always than

ce I was ready to be discharged, I w

hief of police received a call, and the only thing I heard was, "Yes. We have Miss Benita here in the station." After that, the pape

f responded, "I was told over the phone that you were going to say whatever you just said. I'm glad he already told m

and handcuffed like a criminal, the real criminals was roaming around freely, the

d, and Mr. William, alongside all

n't let him take me," I cried

ed to whatever was happening. I was packaged into the car, and boom.

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YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
“Trigger warning: This novel might give you chills towards the ending. There are not too serious bloody scenes and violence. What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn't handle it, but I didn't fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when the supposed real fucking bride poured acid on me, so I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again under a new identity and a freaking irresistible new face, and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn't. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on, yet we didn't stay away. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who suddenly announced she had adopted a new son who would take over the company. We were already broken when I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. I thought I would die, but we were able to defuse the bomb and escape, and we really thought the horror was over until we were shot in the head by God knows who. Then we survived the tragic gunshot incident, his surgery was successful, but mine wasn't, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head like a time bomb that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn't hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted... to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I was pregnant.”