A Worthy Love Ae Valdez の小説・ストーリー

The night air is thick with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. The car is parked a short distance away from the base, hidden among the trees. I pull open the door and ease Valentine into the passenger seat, careful not to jostle his weakened form. He barely has the strength to move, his body slumped against the seat. His skin is pale, the burns on his arms raw and angry, refusing to heal. The sulfur intake was crazy on him. And I can imagine that if it's burning him on the outside, it's burning him on the inside too.

She just didn't want to share ours. All the doubts I had in the past came rushing back, and the pain overwhelmed me. The scars on my chest stretched like snakes, curling down to my abdomen. A glaring, ugly suture ran across my neck. Even now, swallowing felt like knives against my throat. The physical agony was unbearable. Combined with the betrayal of the woman I loved, it was too much to endure. There were times I thought I wouldn't make it. While I hovered between life and death in the ICU, Beverly was introducing Celeste to her new dad. The mere thought of it made me sink into the depths of despair, and I felt both ridiculous and pathetic.

And I had to do it the right way even if she didn’t deserve my respect. Because I wasn’t doing this to prove something. I was doing it for her. If Valeria kept listening to her mother blindly, she might end up in a miserable marriage with one of these drunk alphas that saw girls as nothing but breeders. Valeria was my princess, and she deserved to be loved right and cherished till the end of time by me. So I stood up, anchoring myself to walk into Luna's presence. A part of me sensed that it might not end well, but I knew she would never involve my dad because she would paint herself as a bad mother.

The man he had underestimated was everywhere he could not reach. Nathaniel’s loss was total. And for the first time, truly, irrevocably, he understood that some battles could not be won with money, influence, or threats. Some victories were meant to belong to those who were worthy, who were loved, who were free. And Isla Hart, glowing and unstoppable, carried her life forward, leaving Nathaniel to stew in shadows that would never touch her again.

Kc turned his head, staring at her in the fading light. "I did. Fairy stories finish at 'happily ever after.' They don't teach you the early mornings. The grief. The disgrace. The reconstruction. We've seen the worst of ourselves… and still chose to remain." Valeria stood frozen for a moment, her fingers wrapping around the edge of her engagement ring. "I never thought I'd be loved like this," she panted. "Not after everything."

"I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought it meant making myself smaller so someone else could be bigger. I thought it meant accepting less than I deserved because that was all I was worth." My chest tightened painfully. "But I was wrong," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "Real love doesn't ask you to diminish yourself. Real love doesn't make you feel worthless. Real love doesn't destroy, it builds." She turned to face Ethan fully. "Ethan showed me what real love looks like," she said, tears streaming down her face now. "He showed me that I deserve to be cherished. That I deserve to be respected. That I deserve to be happy." Ethan wiped her tears away gently.

Upon arriving, I parked the car and turned towards Camilla instructing her to stick close by me while letting me handle the dialogue. With a serious expression, she nodded and said "I have faith in you." Within me, those three words resonated deeply. Trust - it was a concept I hadn't sufficiently valued and had even misused in the past. Nonetheless, hearing her utter them made me comprehend how significant they truly were to our relationship. Thus, demonstrating my worthiness of her trust became imperative to me. The massive, fancy door was within reach as I reached out and pressed the bell. After a brief pause, a butler appeared with an indifferent look on his face.

“You and Reid were never meant to be a romance. You were meant to be the first stable governance node.” The words landed like a physical blow. I thought of Shawn downstairs — trembling, fighting his own nervous system, refusing to touch me because he was terrified the wanting wasn’t real. “You turned us into tools,” I whispered. “I turned you into the solution,” Valdez corrected. “The only solution I have found that actually works.” He leaned forward slightly. “Tell me, Catriona. When you are with him — when he touches you, when he looks at you like you are the only thing anchoring him to the world — do you feel manipulated? Or do you feel safe?”

“He was a pathetic manipulator who thinks he is the best! That bastard is so full of himself! Goddess knows how I fell for that fat-headed idiot and even thought he was my forever kind of love?—Geez, what was wrong with me?” "Val, nothing was wrong with you. You only responded to your mate bond, which is very normal for any wolf. Besides, you loved him with all your heart. He was the one who never deserved you.” She comforted me and added, “I believe that good and kind-hearted people always deserve good in their lives and you're an amazing person, Val, you'll definitely have your second chance who will literally kiss the floor you walk on.” “I'm sure you'll have someone stronger, perhaps as

She quickly took a glass on the table, then gulped down half of its contents. After that, Valeria looked back at Alexa. “Seriously? Then, who is your husband?” Valeria made sure. Alexa pressed her lips together. She truly did not expect Valeria’s reaction like this. “The man who took me from the bar that night. Devan Ivander.” Valeria held her chest; she could not contain her shock as if she were about to have a heart attack. “Oh my God, Alex. How could you … how could you marry .…” Valeria deliberately paused her sentence so Alexa would continue it.