webnovel

I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again? --- Additional Tags: Regression, Time Travel, Yandere, CEO Girl, Mafia, Family Conflicts, Mother’s Failure, Revenge, Heartbreak, Sacrifices, Unworthy Love, Beautiful Love Story, Strong Characters, Loki ---

LazyDiablo · Ciudad
Sin suficientes valoraciones
173 Chs

bathroom

Lucian turned away from the chaos behind him, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one leaving a smudged trail of blood on the pristine tile floor. The restaurant was eerily silent, the tension so thick it felt suffocating.

Garry was the first to break the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "What the hell just happened?"

Jimmy didn't respond immediately. His gaze stayed locked on Lucian's retreating figure, his brow furrowed with a complex mix of emotions concern, disbelief, and something unspoken that even he couldn't quite place.

Lucian didn't turn back, his steps steady and purposeful, as if the destruction he'd left behind was just another fragment of a story he refused to dwell on.