Angst Romance Where Hero Loves Another Woman の小説・ストーリー

My voice is shaking and trying so hard not to show too much emotions to him. I massaged the bridge of my nose as I also brushed my hair using my finger out of frustration. Pain is all over Arthur's face. I stared at him and I can't stand it. What did I do? What did I do, God? "Caroline, please. You are still mad at me but let me just-"

he replied "But....but how did you get here"She muttered and sniffed "You're hurt blue..... Let's get it treated first"He answered. She blinked back the tears and nodded slowly "come with me "He said and she obliged. THE DUNGEON ****** Angelo hit the door loudly immediately he got there with some guards. Yeah! He was in the dungeon First it was Richmond and now hurting the woman he loves the most makes him wanna kill everyone He needed answers.....lots of questions needs to be answered. Why was Richmond here?

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

I was never fazed by whatever method she used to seduce me, and so she drove the woman I love to death telling me she fled with another man, the next morning I woke up panting with my sweat dripping from my forehead. That was a first, that morning was the first I ever felt normal. I know what I dreamt about was a memory, so I wasn't surprised when Angela said I was her lover. Now I know for sure why I hate her so much, she's that woman who drove the person I love to death and separated us in my dream. "Excuse me, sir," Carlo said as Vanessa and I cuddle on the sofa. "What is it?" "Someone's looking for you sir," Carlo replied.

-00- For hours, Angel locked herself in her room. She was lying down, on her right side, her left side, and her back, just to overcome her boredom. She surprised herself by being annoyed—angry to be more precise, at Xander for bringing a woman into their suite. But something inside her reminded her that she had no right to be angry with her boss. She had no right at all. They were not lovers. Xander was free to date anyone, even sleep with anyone. She was too big-headed and thought that Xander was just looking at her. In reality, after her rejection, Xander would easily find another willing woman.

The hand that had been hanging at his side now clenched into a fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins along his arms bulged sharply. Angelina again?! Axton screamed inwardly in fury. His chest rose and fell violently as he struggled to contain the boiling rage surging through his veins. Why did it have to be that woman? Out of millions of people in this city, why was it always Angelina who appeared and ruined every carefully arranged plan he made? Yesterday, she destroyed his position within the company, and now she had even become the hero who shattered his secret alliance with Baron Cross! That damn woman... Axton cursed inwardly, his teeth grinding in restrained ange

Again. She was walking into a war dressed as a wife. She sighed. Tears prickled beneath her veil, but she blinked them away as she walked to meet her new husband. Every step was heavy, but her spine remained straight. Then at the altar, she saw him. Angelo. Tall, ruthless and cold. Just as she remembered him. The man whose heart she'd once held… and shattered. But he didn't recognize her, not yet. He turned slowly ,and as she reached him, he offered a smile. One that was measured, composed, and completely unreadable.

Not even now, with just the two of them standing in a gold-plated box suspended 40 floors above Manhattan. When the doors slid open, she broke the silence first. "You didn't have to do that," she said, stepping into the sleek marble-and-glass suite, that smelled of leather and polished power. "I know," Damien replied simply, following her inside. "But I wanted to." She turned to face him, arms crossed. "Why?" His expression remained steady. "Because I hate seeing people humiliated by the weak." Her heart thudded. "That was... specific." "You were the only interesting thing in that room," he said. "And you were seconds away from breaking."

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

"I said I didn't want the performance. But this? The woman who fights back in her sleep? I find I want her very much." The air in the room became electric, thick with the scent of rain and a decade of repressed longing. Angeline reached up, her fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Then stop talking, Roman," she whispered. "And show me that the Morettis are better at protecting their property than the Lombardis."