Castigado Por Su Amor Novels & Stories

He could not stop the tears that tore his heart apart. “If I had not let you go back then, would we not be happy right now? If I had not fucked up, we should be in the palace, running around and playing with our precious pups. I am a big fool, Aspen. I brought this shit upon us. I tainted our love, but you are being punished for it.” His head ducked to hide his tears from the woman. “I deserve to die. I deserve to be tossed to the depths of a dark pit to suffer in silence. I could not even protect our people. They have become an amusement for that Raven bitch.” Kailin covered his watery eyes with his hand. “What can I even do right? I am so useless, Aspen. I am a curse to you and our people.

She wanted to lash out but restrained herself, choosing to keep her composure despite the unjust accusations. “So, is it any wonder her own father despises her? Our father was utterly heartbroken by this pathetic harlot’s disgraceful actions. He couldn’t believe someone like her came from his bloodline!” Giselle gloated, satisfied with the disapproving murmurs from the onlookers. “Why are you still standing here, Athena? Aren’t you ashamed of your past?” Athena took a deep breath, her flushed face now wearing a calm smile. “No matter my past, you were a part of it. You’re the one who stole my lover back then, and you’re the one who caused my sister’s suffering that led to her death.”

Antonio thought this was the best revenge against Soren—being hated by the woman he loved. However, he still did not want Soren to have it easy. Antonio ordered his men to place items left behind by William and Isabella next to Soren's ashes. "It's not enough for all of you to face judgment in hell. You have to torture each other in hell and redeem yourselves with the old Don Rossi!" Loving someone meant sharing their hatred. Sophie finally understood that love was not about asking the other person to let go of their hatred. It was to share the burden of their hatred.

Some snarled still, others bowed their heads in thought. “I know this breaks everything you were taught to believe. I know this makes you angry. If you must punish me, then punish me. If you must strip me of my title, then strip me. I am ready to bear the consequences. But hear me: loving him does not make me weak. It does not make me a traitor. And it does not mean I will abandon you. I will never abandon you.”

“I used to love her so much. She was my entire world. She was the mother I loved more than anything... and in the end, she was the one who betrayed me.” She wept silently, the depth of her pain known only to herself. And so was the hatred that came with it.

he continued, his voice a low, raspy whisper, "that love is a weakness, that vengeance is a cold meal. But I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. Power is not a cage; it is a tool. Love is not a weakness; it is a weapon. And vengeance is not a cold meal; it is a fire that burns you from the inside out. I was a man consumed by grief and rage. I was a man who had lost his first love, a man who had been betrayed by his own brother. I was a man who had learned the true meaning of a King’s wrath. And I was a man who had lost his way. But you, Amara, you found me. You brought me back to life. You taught me the true meaning of a Queen’s love." The unspoken truth, a chasm of pain and betrayal, w

His bleeding knuckles had tightened ferociously. “People like us are not allowed to love because love is weakness, and a weakness is a curse for us,” she uttered, making him trail his bloodshed eyes in her direction. “Love is a curse for us, Zace,” her words burnt his soul ruthlessly. Love was a curse. Indeed, it turned out to be the most painful curse of his life, because he had started considering the most wrong person as his life's right person. He started believing that person to be his better half, whose existence had ripped him apart.

I am a coward, I cannot bear the thought of him hating me, I don’t want him to hate me even though I am pretty sure I should hate him because of all the things he has done to me, because of all the things his family did to mine. “Valentina, tell me something, did this guy hurt you? If he did What is his name? I will have my people haunt him down and bring him here, you can decide what will be done to him.” He said his eyes staring into mine. My eyes started to water. You have no idea Diego, you have no idea how much this man… you have hurt me. You have no idea how much I want to stop loving you, how much I have tried to stop loving you, you have no idea how terribly I have failed at that.

It felt like she needed to know more about how these businesses work. “You worry yourself too much, Stella.” Felius wiped the tears that were in the corner of his eyes by tapping his fingers lightly. “Even if what happened became an issue, we are the Castigado. Nothing can ruin a Castigado but themselves and may I add, our lovers.” “Lovers? I am Charles’ lover.” “I do not mean that, my dear. I meant we would rather tear these riches apart for our lover.” I have power over Charles then if he considers me his lover, she thought to herself. Oh, how fun it would turn out if she was a bad bitch who found herself a Castigado. Lucky for him she wasn’t a bad bitch.

Like he was reciting facts from a book. "I learned that love was conditional," he continued. "That affection was earned. That weakness was punished." He looked at me. "So when I met you-a rogue, an orphan, with no status and no power-I saw weakness. And I punished you for it. Not because you deserved it. Because that's what I was taught." I set down my glass. "That's not an excuse." "No," he agreed. "It's an explanation. Not the same thing." We stood there. The moonlight shifted across the floor.