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YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

Chapter 3 – DEAD BY DAWN.

Word Count: 1094    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

ENIT

ith me be

ppening made any sense to me. Why is he lying there dead? Did I kill

r to me, but I'd never kill a

ing tightly. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. My heart jus

, like a fragile balloon filled

to die in a room I was the only one in, preparing to mak

ed by the crushi

on again, I immediately proce

fast as I could, my feet pounding th

't dare to look back,

hoed everywhere around me, and deep down, I knew I was close to being

ffs and forced into the police car, but I sai

n room. By then, I was done with all the thinking I had to do

him?" the police

inside, because no matter what I say, a businessman was found de

med angrily, "You were sent to

s I whispered, "I'm actually the

" the police man snapped back, "H

y shoulder, his fingers digging deep into my skin.

p on my shoulder tightene

e words out of my mouth, "I don't

the police man pushed me to the cold,

in a snarl as he picked up an iron

ed him,"

tion, "I didn't, he was alread

you run?" he

ening hiss. I screamed, my body twisting off th

t, and I was covered in sweat, trap

s the torture continued

as withdrawn, leavin

d over me, his eyes blazing

rollably as I w

e down on my chest, forci

I need to know

e!" I m

re, the police man applied more pressure, I felt my

e shouted, "That's enough!" The police m

struggled to sit up, a wave of dizzine

ration, my voice bar

bruised, and my face... My face

my fingers made contact with the swollen skin

es that you uncover how strict and

s doctor how he died. He suffered a heart attack and fell, hitting his head on the glass table in the center of the room during the fall. You can go home now. We sincerely apologize for the situation you experienced. Th

after facing consequences for no reason, this is al

s what I thought until Mr. William's car

anced at the police man and he responded, "We reach

my face. My mind was flooded with anxiety, frustration, and resentment. I was not going to b

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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.”