Alex And Eliza: A Love Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena implored her tone a mix of concern and frustration. Alexa responded with calmness, her eyes still lowered as tears trickled down her face in a silent cry. "It’s not that simple, Elena. He’s the love of my life." She slowly lifted her head, locking eyes with Elena before acknowledging sadly. "I—I love him and I'm carrying his child. I have nowhere else to run to." Elena couldn’t suppress a roll of her eyes at this. She sighed and added. "Listen, I understand you, Alexa, but..." She paused, knowing it was a futile effort to attempt to convince her. "You know what? Nevermind. Let's just eat something, okay?"

Emma’s eyes scanned the screen, her heart sinking as she read Daniel’s words to Alicia: > "I love Emma, but sometimes it feels like something is missing in our marriage. Maybe it's the passion? I can't talk to her about my work the way I can with you. She doesn't understand the business world, and that makes it hard. Even our sex life, as great as it is, feels a bit routine after ten years. With you, I feel like I can be myself completely. You get me in ways Emma never has." Emma’s face twisted with pain as she read the messages. “What would you do if you caught your husband sending such messages to his ‘friend’?”

I thought long and hard as I washed the dishes, over 7 dozen of them piled up for me to wash and dry, the one-week ultimatum I was given by Alex was slowly coming to an end, and by tomorrow, I'm sure he'd come to me to ask of my answer, in a way, I was happy. "Are you still pondering on the answer to give tomorrow?" Evelyn said as she walked up to me with a basket full of used dishes ready to be washed, jolting me out of my thoughts, I almost flinched. "You know, becoming Alex's woman isn't as bad as it sounds, the respect, you get to stop doing these tedious works, and you get to live up there" she signaled to point her fingers up "They even have their different kitchen up there," she said

Eliza had always believed love was a choice. Not fate. Not destiny. Not the Moon Goddess’ cruelty toward omegas who dared to want more. Love, to her, was deliberate—something you chose every day, even when the world insisted you didn’t belong together. She had chosen Harold. For ten years. He was an Alpha prince, heir to the Grey Pack, born into power and expectation. She was an orphaned omega with nothing but borrowed space in a palace that never quite wanted her. And still, he had chosen her back—stood before his parents and refused to let her go.

A voice interrupted my daydreaming of what Alex might have done or could be doing right now if we did not stop to greet this woman. “Hello, Aria. How are you?” Alex said as he looked at her. She was stunning, nonetheless. It made me feel insecure in my skin right now. She was tall and gorgeous, not to mention blonde with sparkling green eyes, like Emerald. “So, who’s your friend there?” She asked me as I was shifting behind Alex. He just remembered that I was behind him as he was gripping my hand. “ah, yes, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Azalea. Darling, this is Aria, my—“

“Stole? You abandoned him! I just filled the space you created. After all, I make a better bride. Don’t I, Alex?” Alexander still said nothing. His jaw tightened, but he wouldn’t look at me. Eliza kept going, her voice rising so the microphones caught every word. “You sent him those filthy pictures, Elena. Pictures of you whoring around with some bartender while he was begging you to come home. He cried himself to sleep, because the woman he loved turned out to be a liar and a cheat. I was there for him. I listened. I comforted him. And you? You were too busy spreading your legs to care.”

“A mistake that cost me five years with my child? A mistake that almost cost my son his life? You call that harmless?” Before she could respond, a familiar figure appeared—Eliza. She waltzed in with the audacity only she could muster, taking her place beside Vanessa as though she belonged there. Alex’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?” he demanded. Eliza didn’t even glance at him. Her focus was entirely on me, her lips curling into a saccharine smile. “I’m here to support you, Alex,” she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “I finally understand why you didn’t want to marry me. And I forgive you. Once this is over, we can finally have our wedding.”

“Eliza, please! I love you! I love you the moment I saw you that night by the beach! I’ll admit it, I was taken by jealousy and I wanted you for myself! Eliza—” I glared at him, “You say you love me? Then, you don’t have any idea what love is. You cannot possibly love me. You are just like everyone else in your family. You use people for your own benefit!” I turned my back. “Leave with that hard drive before I change my mind and tell Carlos of everything you were plotting against him.” “Eliza!” he tried to call out but I was gone. I couldn’t take being in the same room with a man like him.

“You thought you could escape me. I’m right in front of you, Alexa!” “Elliot, you… we know each other and I-I was… Who was I?” He knew her memories would crawl in any moment, but couldn’t wait a second more. “You are Queen Alexandra the second of Halton. You ruled Halton. It was one of the seven nations. You needed my help in the war so you made a deal with me. I wanted you to be my mate but you preferred to die. Why? This question has been burning in me for the past 547 years. Why Alexa?”