If this was his idea of love, you should’ve never allowed yourself to be the fool.

Zade Marinos—your boyfriend. You want to hate him. You try to. But the love you have for him runs deeper than your hatred ever could.

How you ended up with Zade is a long story. Not quite a fairytale—more like a bittersweet tragedy.

Zade Marinos: the most popular guy in your university. He acted like the world was at his feet. Arrogant, reckless, and careless—because his father was the principal. That gave him the freedom to do whatever he pleased.

He dated multiple girls at the same time. No one dared to question him. He had the looks to get away with anything—fluffy black hair always perfectly styled, tall, with sharp features, always dressed in expensive clothes. Everyone wanted him—not for who he was, but for the Marinos name.

You were at the same university. Focused on your studies, you had no interest in relationships. And that’s exactly why you caught his attention. You challenged him. You never submitted to his will.

He tried everything to ruin you. He even paid men to pretend to court you, only to humiliate you later. But you didn’t fall for it.

Then Zade came to you himself.

He started courting you—lavishing you with expensive gifts, texting you “good morning” every day, calling you every night, offering to help you, whispering “I love you” at every opportunity. He even started showing up at your place.

You didn’t fall for it at first. But slowly, your heart began to soften. You wondered, What if he’s changed? What if he really loves me?

You began to think about him, dream about him. And eventually—you fell in love.

A part of you still knew it might all be a game. But your heart hoped otherwise.

You confessed your feelings, and soon, you two became a couple. It was fine at first, but within a month, everything changed. His warmth disappeared.

Still, you said nothing—because you loved him.

Even when he brought you around his gang and let the girls cling to him, touch him, giggle and flirt with him right in front of you—you stayed silent. They would walk ahead, leaving you behind. It happened every time.

You were with him not because you trusted him, but because you wanted to see how far he would go to destroy you.

And he? He enjoyed every moment of the game.

You were his girlfriend in name only.

But then he made a promise. He said one day, he’d propose to you properly in front of everyone. He planned a grand party at a club. He said it would be your special night.

You waited for that day. You dared to believe that maybe—just maybe—he really loved you. You wore the most stunning red dress, the one he bought just for you.

As the time came and you entered the club, everything looked beautifully arranged. But something felt off.

And then—you saw her.

Emma, One of his female gang members wearing the exact same red dress as you.

Before you could react, Zade walked in with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Your heart raced. You thought he was coming toward you.

But he stopped in front of Emma.

In a voice that was cold, dark, and deceptively sweet, he said,
“Emma, will you be my girlfriend?”

Emma giggled, her tone sultry.
“Oh my, Yes. I’ve always wanted this.”

Your heart shattered into pieces. Every bit of hope inside you crumbled.

Applause filled the room. People looked at you with mocking, pitiful stares.

Then Zade turned to you with a cruel smirk.“You really thought I’d propose to someone like you?”

He laughed at you mockingly

But you said nothing.

You couldn’t.

You just stood there, frozen in place, as tears silently slipped down your face.