Romans & histoires Castigado Por Su Amor

He took off his suit jacket and put it aside and unbuttoned the first two buttons with a sigh, "I would very much like you to know to hate everyone and turn to me, but now why does my conscience bother me as if I had offended her?" He came out and stood beside her, holding an umbrella that covered them both, and she was looking at the rain that was getting more and more raining. Some time passed and there was calm between them. She said in a hoarse voice and pain: "Can you tell me? Why are the people we love more than ourselves and trust them to the point of madness always betray us?" ?" He remained silent, not knowing what to answer her, so she continued: "Am I so dumb? Or am I weak in char

I loved too deeply to hide the ache completely. Dominic’s hand squeezed mine gently, grounding me once more. I looked at him and felt a deep surge of gratitude. He was my present, my protector, my anchor, and yet I could not deny the shadows cast by my past. I pressed a hand over my belly, feeling the life within me, and I whispered silently that I would fight to protect this child, this love, this moment, even if my heart still ached for the past.

My first love was ripped away from me, shredded into pieces and burnt to ashes. Marco just proved me today that he is the most selfish and inhuman being I've met. My heart ceased to beat whenever I imagined not ever seeing life in those beautiful hazel eyes ofchase again as I watched him getting brutally beaten up by marco's thugs. The bloody pool that surrounded his body couldn't get out of my mind. It kept on flashing like it was on repeat making me feel worse of myself. It felt like I was the cause of everything. I felt like such a badluck to every good person out there.

My mama asked, her hands clasped on my back. Anjelo paced around in the room, his fist clenched, “Stop pacing Anjelo and sit down, you’re making it worse.” My sister scolded him and he stopped, stared at her with anger for a moment before giving up and sitting down. The chants grew louder again, closer. “Morte ai Castellano.” I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound. But the words echoed in my mind. With every chant, we were reminded of our vulnerability. Silver. They knew about silver.

I closed my eyes when I felt him entering me. I could not do anything, I just cried silently. 11 years ago Anirudh did the same, now his brother is doing the same. They both raped me without thinking anything one took his rights another claimed his love. Both brothers claim to love me but whatever they did in the name of love made me seriously question that is it the real meaning of love? Is it what love is? If it is then I deserve everything that happened to me. I deserve this pain! Because I commited a sin and that sin is loving someone. If I knew that loving him would break me like this I swear I would have never loved him.

Jairo grabbed his cheeks roughly, forcing him to look up. “Love,” he said through gritted teeth, “was the only part of me untouched by blood. The moment she screamed my name, even that was taken. I searched for her in every damn shadow, and now that I have her again — I will burn the world before I let her go, along with the people who wants to take her away from me.” He then shoved Mateo’s face away in disgust, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell as memories of Emilia’s voice crawled through him, the sight of her being taken that day, the helplessness that had consumed him for seven years.

“She really hates me, Ephraim. And I don’t even think she’s wrong in doing that. I deserve her hate. I always said that I was the villain of her story and turned out I was worse than a villain. But...” I met his gaze as I confessed, “But I can't help it. Every time I think of something happening to her, every sane thought disappears and all I want to do is to lock her away so she’ll keep breathing. I know it is wrong and I know... In the perfect world, I should send her back to her family but I can’t. I fucking can’t.” My words were a tortured growl as I admitted, “La amo. Nonostante mi fossi ripromesso che non amerò nessuno, che non darò a nessuno alcun potere su di me, che non permetterò a

Through everything that has happened, I realized this pin also epitomizes pain and burning rage. I gripped tightly to it as I slipped it smoothly, knotting my hair into a perfect twist. Amadeo watched me intently as I did that. I know what he is thinking and I can not blame him. However, I can see that the doubt in his eyes slowly faded the moment he saw how determined and unswerving my fire was. “Love is a twisted curse, as it is a gift. It will betray you in the time you are least expecting.” “You of all people should already know that. I am just simply reminding.”

The intense love I had for her had pushed me to the brink of insanity, but I couldn’t bring myself to grant her forgiveness. In the depths of my soul, a tempestuous love for her brewed, an intoxicating elixir that simultaneously consumed and healed me. Like a potent poison, it coursed through my veins, seeping into every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. Yet, paradoxically, it was also my medicine, a balm that soothed the wounds of my heart and ignited a fire within me. This love, both a curse and a blessing.

“What about your suffering?” Cristiano’s jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the empty glass. If anyone had ever told him he would fall in love, he would have laughed brutally —and put a bullet in their head. He had never believed in love, never believed it could change a man’s life. Until it happened to him. “I was never supposed to love her,” he said quietly. “That was a rule—and I broke it. So I bear the consequences. Loving her means losing her.” He paused, voice rough.