Once, my paranoid love

‘My Elena is Eva’s sole friend. She told me she was with Eva last night. But… What is Ron saying now?’ Paul thought to himself.

Paul’s gaze hardened as he looked at Ron, his anger replacing his initial shock. “You’re lying,” he spat out, his voice edged with a mix of anger and desperation.

Ron chuckled darkly. “Am I?”

A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions churned within Paul. He felt betrayed, humiliated, and had a profound sense of loss. He wanted to confront Elena and demand an explanation, but the words caught in his throat.

“I did not know she was that sensitive,” Ron’s voice floated through the air, carrying a mixture of feigned innocence and sinister amusement.

Paul’s hands shook with suppressed fury, and he grumbled angrily, his voice a low growl. He couldn’t let Ron’s arrogance go unchecked, not after the havoc he had wreaked on Paul’s life.

“Ron!” Paul’s shout was sharp, a sudden eruption of pent-up rage that echoed through the room. He turned to face Ron, his eyes ablaze with intensity, demanding an explanation.

Ron’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before he regained his composure. “What did you say?” Paul said, his tone was challenging but tainted with uncertainty.

Paul’s world trembled as Ron’s mocking words cut through the air like shards of glass. The truth was laid bare, and the pain was insurmountable. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with a mixture of anger and heartache.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“You clearly heard it.” Ron’s voice dripped with malicious satisfaction. “Last night was the best night of my life. And now I understand why you’re so obsessed with her,” he chuckled, a cruel undertone staining his laughter.

Paul’s gaze bore into Ron, a tumultuous swirl of emotions raging within him.

‘Why did you do it, Elena?’ Paul’s mind screamed, though his lips remained sealed. The pain was overwhelming-a raw ache that spread through his chest, constricting his breathing. He had cherished her, held her in the depths of his heart, and she had betrayed him without remorse.

‘That was the reason you didn’t come home last night,’ Paul’s thoughts continued, a bitter wave crashing against his soul. ‘You were fooling around while I treasured you from the depths of my heart.’

Ron’s taunting laughter was a distant echo, overshadowed by the storm raging within Paul.

‘Tonight, I’d like to see how much you can take,’ Paul’s thoughts grew resolute.

“Damn, you know her nails!” Ron’s cavalier tone only fueled Paul’s fury. “I need to cut her nails. She was quite enthusiastic.” Ron’s voice held a twisted amusement, a macabre satisfaction in recounting his debauchery.

“Noooo!” Paul’s scream echoed through the room, a guttural cry of anguish that tore through his throat. He couldn’t bear the image of Elena, his Elena, with another man. The love that had once been pure had been tainted beyond recognition.

“She can’t do that.” Paul’s voice was laced with anger, his words a desperate plea.

In a surge of overwhelming emotion, Paul’s clenched fist met Ron’s face with a sickening thud. Pain radiated through his knuckles, a physical echo of the turmoil within him. Ron stumbled back, surprise mingling with the sting of Paul’s blow.

“She belongs to me!” Paul’s voice was a ferocious roar, each word punctuated by a flurry of punches raining down on Ron. The room became a battleground, a physical manifestation of the war waging within Paul’s heart.

Amid the chaos, Elena’s name became a mantra, a desperate cry for some semblance of sanity in a world gone awry. Paul’s fists pummeled Ron, his blows fueled by the pain of betrayal and the anger of a wounded heart.

As the rage subsided, reality crept in. Paul’s knuckles throbbed; his breath came in ragged gasps. He stared down at Ron’s battered form, his hands trembling with a mix of triumph and shame.

The hospital ward had transformed into a theater of chaos and shock. Nurses, patients, and ward boys stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief, as the violent confrontation between Paul and Ron unfolded before them. The clashing of fists, the anguished shouts-it was a spectacle of anger that shattered the serenity of the hospital’s atmosphere.

Amid the commotion, Paul’s doctor emerged from his chamber, a mix of concern and surprise etched on his face. He moved towards Ron, intending to provide medical help, but Paul’s fury was uncontainable. With a forceful shove, he pushed the doctor away, his desperation and anger overriding any rational thought.

“Huff, Huff!” Paul’s breath came in ragged gasps as he took a moment to compose himself. His knuckles throbbed, his chest heaved, and the reality of his actions began to sink in. He had let his rage consume him, unleashing a storm that left destruction in its wake.

“She’s completely mine,” Paul’s voice was laced with a haunting determination as he turned away from the room. The once-sacred love he had held for Elena had transformed into a possessive obsession. The pain of betrayal had twisted him into something unrecognizable, driven by a need to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

Ron’s chuckles reverberated, a sinister melody that grated on Paul’s ears.

As Ron held his nose, his laughter held a mocking edge, as if he knew the true extent of the damage he had inflicted.

“Yes, Paul!” Ron’s voice was a serpent’s whisper, woven with manipulation. “I want this rage. I’d like you to do something stupid out of rage.” Ron’s plan was clear, exploiting Paul’s anger to push him to his limits.

Paul walked out of the room, leaving behind a scene of disbelief and brokenness. His steps were heavy with the weight of his own actions, the realization that he had become a puppet to his emotions.

“She won’t be anyone if she isn’t mine,” Paul’s mind echoed, his thoughts a disturbing reflection of his possessive desires.

“I will not let her get away with it.” Ron’s vow was a chilling promise, a declaration that he was willing to manipulate and destroy to achieve his own twisted goals.

Paul’s POV.

Elena, you made a mistake. You have turned me down, and it is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.