Beauty: A Hate Story, The End

Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be-but it was perfect.The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too na�ve to understand that even though he'd been my captor, he'd broken the shackles on my soul.Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.Now I know better.