Amor Y Respeto Libro Romane & Geschichten

I felt tears line my eyes, but didn’t overflow. I gathered myself and my thoughts. “Ok, so it means loyalty and respect.” I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe I misunderstood his actions again. Even so, the flutter in my heart didn’t settle even after the misunderstanding was resolved. I placed my hands over my chest, feeling my beats. Rian — I spoke in my mind. Wasn’t it enough to gain Amor’s respect? No, it was more than enough. More than anything, respect. I smiled wider than I had ever.

Damian kissed me on the forehead, still with tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Amelie... thank you for giving me the most beautiful thing in my life." "Thank you, my love," I whispered. "Because if it weren't for you, none of this would exist." I looked at her again, at her, our girl, and hugged him so tightly that I felt I was making her a part of my soul. And I understood, in that instant, that everything we had lived through had been worth it. That love, as long as there is respect, forgiveness, but above all desire and chemistry, can prosper under any argument. That mistakes and battles don't matter; the only thing that truly matters is the ability to rise together.

Discomfort is no longer ignored. Conflict is no longer feared. Everything is approached with care—not fragility, but respect. Respect for the bond. Respect for the people within it. This chapter shows that staying, practiced long enough with intention, becomes identity. Not “I stay because I must.” But “I stay because this reflects who I am.” Devotion integrates love into character. And character doesn’t flee when things get hard. There’s a moment where we sit together, not speaking, and I realize something startling:

And the closer she got to proving herself indispensable… the harder it was becoming to push her out. Which terrified me Because I wasn’t just losing control of her. I was losing control of myself. --- Amara’s POV The rest of the day, I couldn’t shake it. The way he’d looked at me. Not just angry. Not just frustrated. Something else. Like maybe, just maybe… he respected me. Which was ridiculous. This was Damian Cruz. Respect wasn’t in his vocabulary. Still, the memory of his smirk kept replaying in my head long after I’d left the office. The way he leaned closer without realizing it, the subtle flex of his jaw, the unreadable storm behind his eyes.

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

And Amara leaned into it. For the first time. For the first real time. With intention. With awareness. With want. “Dominic,” she whispered again, “I… care about you too.” His breath hitched. The air between them thickened — charged — but not reckless. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said, voice low with restraint. “I don’t want slow,” she replied softly. “Not anymore.” His eyes darkened — with desire, yes, but also something deeper. Respect.

Armstrong continued. Leila read softly. “Under no circumstances should two workers in different ranks have a romantic relationship in work premises due to claims of favoritism and nepotism, if this clause is breached, it calls for a quick decision from HR to either terminate or retain the employment of said staff members”

Micah looked over, expression unreadable. Mateo continued, voice steady but gentle. “You don’t come between a man and what’s his, no matter how much you want to. If you care about her — really care — you respect her choices. You respect him, too. You wait. You let things unfold how they’re meant to. That’s what makes you honorable.” Micah swallowed hard, the word honorable sitting heavy in his chest. He’d always wanted to live by that — by something good. But the more he saw Amelia, the harder it became to separate right from want.

“I’ve thought about it for a long time.” Bianca leaned back, running a hand through her hair. “You’re naïve,” she said bluntly. “Do you even hear yourself? That man married you because of a contract. He barely looks at you!” “I know,” Amelia replied calmly. “But he’s never been cruel. He supported me. He respected me.” “That doesn’t mean he loves you!” Amelia’s gaze softened. “I don’t expect him to. I just… can’t keep pretending I feel nothing.”

He held both her hands in his big ones and rubbed them to provide some warmness while she still cried silently. "You know Ita, love, and self-respect are two different things. And if ever you have you choose between the two, you should always choose self-respect. You were right at your place. I am not denying that. But tell me one thing. Did I ever mistreated you? Abused you? Then why Ita, why you didn't give me one chance to explain my side? Did I not deserved one chance?" he ended with accusations evident in his eyes. For the first time, he expressed what he actually felt.