Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

At that thought, her tears fell again. She pulled off her hairband, letting her long hair fall into her face and hide it from view, then opened the door and left. She ran to the top of the rocky hill via a shortcut, stumbling on exposed rocks and nearly falling because of her blurred vision.

Yet, no matter how much she cried, she couldn’t let out the pain she felt. It must’ve all been one big joke from God. She hated her actions even more now, feeling guilty whenever she thought of Annie. Even now, she could clearly remember Annie’s excited voice on the phone.

“Angie, do you know what the man I’m going to be engaged to looks like? Oh my, he looks so handsome. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen! I’m very satisfied with this arrangement.”

“Angie, we’re getting engaged tomorrow. Would you be able to come?”

Angela closed her eyes in pain and leaned against a rock. Her mind was swirling as Annie’s voice and memories of the blossoming relationship between her and Richard replayed in her mind. She felt that she was to blame for everything. After all, she shouldn’t have become interested in this man, nor seduced him in different ways. This was all her fault.

area. The chilly wind of early winter made her face cold and pale. She hugged her knees, feeling like her heart was covered in snow

the first time she had met Richard and do everything over again. This way, she could prevent herself from being entangled in a love triangle. She would not look twice at him, instead giving her

the cold air surrounded her, he suppressed

room instead. When he arrived, he did not knock but opened the door immediately. Since Angela loved sleeping on his couch so much, she might already be asleep and he did not want

he discovered that there was no one on the couch or the room itself. Angela had already

was about to leave, he immediately zeroed in on the balled-up pieces of tissue on the table, as well as another on the floor.

seem to be from wiping up spilled water. In fact, the tissues were wet in the middle and dry around the edges,

room and knocking on the door. No one answered, which