Amor Y Respeto Libro Novels & Stories

When he does, his voice is quiet. “I see the difference now,” he says. “Between what?” I ask. “Between loving you,” he answers, “and respecting you.” I turn to face him. “And?” “I loved you,” he says. “But I didn’t respect your autonomy the way I should have.” I hold his gaze. “That’s the truth,” I say. “And it’s why we ended.” He nods. “And Julian?” he asks carefully. “He respects me,” I reply. “Without trying to own me.”

"You were. I don't know how to say it. You were unexpected. I had a dozen people in front of me, each of whom I only saw dollars in their eyes when they looked at me." He sipped his coffee, making a face at the heat. "Then you appeared on the scene. You didn't try to flirt or suck up. You were clear about why you required the funds for your mother's care, but you maintained your dignity. Pride. I appreciated that right away." "Respect is not love," she responded. "No, it is not." His eyes probed hers, intense and unyielding. "But it is where love is most likely born." Silvia stepped away, observing the butterfly flutter among the roses. "Why did you keep me at arm's length once wedded? Why k

Amaia sincerely stated. "You asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Kei explained, while giving the book to Amaia. Amaia gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Girl, Amaia."

And respect did not mean never helping someone you cared about; it meant helping them in a way that let them keep their dignity and their right to choose. I still did not know exactly what the future held, or where my feelings would lead me. But I knew that both Gabriel and I were learning—learning to respect each other, to understand each other, and to grow in our own ways. And for now, that was enough. TO BE CONTINUED

But they came harder and more vivid. The most prominent one was our last sex in the cabin. ‘I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…’ His words echoed in my head and I felt my thighs clench at the memory. The way he worshipped my body with so much gentleness, like it was his greatest desire. The way he looked at me like I was something precious… something worth protecting. The sensation that day was so overwhelming and even till now, I still felt it.

“Now the book looks like us.” Amelia immediately broke his serious facade and burst out laughing, a genuine sound that relieved the tension in the room instantly. Alessandro looked at the crayon-marked book, his face softened into a mixture of awe and adoration. He laughed, too, a deep, warm sound. “Clara, my darling, you just fixed the Conti Legacy in one stroke of a crayon,” he said, pulling her into a hug. He looked at Amelia, his gaze firm and loving. “Remember that, son. If you ever forget what’s truly important, just look at the cover of that book. The heart is what matters.”

For the first time since their marriage, he looked human. “We need to set boundaries,” he said. Amara nodded. “I agree.” He seemed surprised by her calm. “This arrangement works only if there are rules,” Lucas continued. “No surprises. No emotional expectations.” She met his gaze. “Then let’s be honest.” Lucas folded his arms. “Go on.” “I don’t want your affection,” Amara said steadily. “But I won’t accept disrespect.” His expression tightened. “Respect is earned.” “So is loyalty,” she replied.

"For goodness' sake, Antonio might be busy or perhaps he's just enjoying himself." "Or maybe he's embarrassed about what he said the last time." Amora insisted. "You know, Antonio can be rigid at times, but there's a soft side to him that he unknowingly reveals whenever he's close to me. Perhaps he's overwhelmed by his feelings for me and needs some distance until he can fully understand himself." "Wow, I really admire how you defend his actions, Amora. You truly believe that?" Camila asked. "Yes," Amora clutched her phone, her resolve strengthening. "I'm special, and Antonio loves me. He's not a beast; he desires me constantly and wouldn't dream of using me and then tossing me aside."

Whether he wants to or not, he can't risk her life, which is something he doesn't want to happen. For goodness sake, he will force himself to forget her again! Enough of the moments they shared in Barrio Felopina. The love he feels for it her enough, even if it is forbidden. "Blessy..." this word almost came out of his mouth, "I don't know why I feel this way. I know you will belong to your God and I respect that thing. I respect you. But... " he let out a deep sigh," Every time I see you, my defense weakens. Slowly the wall I put up crumbles. The demon in my person is slowly killing me. I don't know what's wrong with me… it's like something on me badly wanted you—"

He gave me a sly smirk. "Giving away more trade secrets, are you?" I teased back. " You know Lucy. There was a time. I really did love you. I thought you were all I needed in life. As we got closer, that infatuation turned into a love and respect I can not duplicate. You are my family. My sister, my mother, my own heartbeat sometimes. You'll always be those things to me. When I found Lanie, I found the other piece of my heart. She will never replace you, but she is where I need to be. I know you are worried about being apart. We are all each other had for close to 10 years." As he spoke, I felt myself begin to fall apart. Sobbing uncontrollably, I knew he was right, and I was just afraid.