I Was Forced To Marry The Enemy - Chapter 64

~KYOMI~

I hated him. Hated Dante Clark with a passion.

He’d completely played me. . . Used me for his own selfish reasons.

Couldn’t his family had found another way to deal with my father? Did they really have to drag me into this mess?

So every single time he’d touched me, all of that was just for his evil plan? It was never because he actually wanted to? That hurt more than anything did.

I felt so used and betrayed. I’d wanted this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before and now it turned out that he just completely played me to get what he wanted?

I should have seen this coming. Even from the beginning I’ve always wondered why on earth Dante had suddenly started to show me interest when before he never even took notice of my existence.

I will admit that a part of me wanted to believe that he actually did have some feelings for me. I let myself fall into his trap because I was blinded by my own feelings.

I was even more disappointed in myself than I was before. I did this to myself. I was the one who had allowed him to trick me into this mess.

What angered me more than anything was that even after knowing everything was all fake, I still wanted Dante.

But this time I wasnt going to allow him to get into my mind . . . Or my heart.

I wouldn’t allow Dante to hurt me again.

Never again.

No matter how I felt for him, I will never let him get this close to hurting me.

I didn’t care what he said or what he did, I’ll keep him at a distance from now on.

As the taxi dropped me off at the beach, I breathed in the cool beach air around me. For some reason this was the only place I could think of going. I didn’t want to go back to Dante’s house, at least not until I cleared my mind a little.

I didn’t have anywhere else to go, not even to my own home. I didn’t feel welcomed anywhere. Luckily I still had my life savings, it was one good thing that my parents had taught me since I was young. Now I would need it, for I wasn’t sure what to do with my life.

I didn’t want to ask anyone for any help, for I didn’t want to feel judged.

I wouldn’t let this bring me down . . . Couldn’t let it bring me down.