YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

Chapter 2 – OLD DISGUSTING DEVIL.

Word Count: 972 | Released on: 30/05/2025

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rst. Being unfortunate is a curse that's clinging onto me

but money. In my experience, when mo

bundled and thrown into the c

to escape, with a hard smac

four edges of tall walls, a place where I could hardly

y room." Mr. William

e blanket to suppress the desperation to be free

sarcastically, an old man like him who should re

to himself. I struggled, pushing him

zero strength in him, so why didn't I? Probably because thousa

maid from serving me food or water... It was no new thing t

just bite off my flesh bit by bit and

y, but nothing has ever been more scary than my life; and finally, I was able

s walked into the room and kic

, give it to him. The most important thing is his investment; do everything you can to make sure I bag thi

room. The maid walked into the room with a dress,

e one to be advertised an

ore it, looking like a harlot

he requested that I follow him to a hotel to satisfy his

, go on, she's yours for the night. As long a

iam's men. I was held down in the car

own into it, behind me was an equally ol

do this to me, I'm young enough to be your daughter, help me ge

sl*t! You think we are here for business? Ge

oom came from my silent tears, and then his voice rang out

e bed, after hours of messing with me and

e I pitied myself, and I had no single reason to smile.

my mind foggy from sleep, and I slow

ver ran down my spine as I realized the old man, Mr. William's b

the bed and jumped up to search around. Did he run

und my legs covered in blood. Trembling, I trailed after where the blood was comin

blood flowed from, I was paralyzed

ead, a creeping chill that seeped into my b

orn open and his eyeballs staring into the void, he lay there with

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YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

Ringing The World Romance

“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.”