Cerita Cinta Bebas Novels & Stories

Red eyes, trembling lips, playing the victim. She talked about her sweet memories with Jay, to hint that our marriage had been dead for years. She even begged me not to come between them. However, she never answered any questions from the netizens. Still, some of the netizens bought it and started accusing me of interfering in their relationship. Less than an hour later, Jay uploaded a post via his social media account. [It has always been her. She's my only wife.] He attached a photo of our marriage certificate. The crowd flipped instantly, and Ivy got obliterated.

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I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.

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The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks after he had told yet another woman that he would never be their love story, that they should find some other fool to be a meal ticket to fame and fortune. I had felt smug at first. Knowing Kain was turning them away. Then that feeling turned into jealousy whenever he would flirt and kiss someone in front of me. Not to mention those late-night parties of his. These emotions were unknown to me at first. Then slowly, I understood. There was absolutely no way I could ever confess. Never. Kain would abandon me in a heartbeat. He keeps no one who confesses their feelings around for any period of time. The moment you fall in love with him, it is over. No

Her eyes fill with tears and I try to calm her down. “Nic, it’s fine. Stop fretting. It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” I hold her shaking hands and pull them away from my face. “Besides, I have six weeks of relief to look forward to. I can’t believe it.” The task of keeping this large house clean all by myself is daunting but it’s nothing compared to over a month of freedom and peace. Plus, I’m sure Nic’s gonna help me where she can. She immediately starts smiling and nodding her head. “I know Vi, I know. But you’re not spending those six weeks alone in this prison.” Her voice falling to a loud whisper. “You’re spending them on a cruise of the Caribbean!” She struggles to keep her voice low.

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

I said slowly, “the empire could splinter. People with short vision will sell. Donors will pause. Competitors will circle. The board could fracture and control could shift. It would not be immediate chaos, but it would be the long death of stability.” She held my gaze. Her hands were small in mine. “I love you,” she said softly. “If everything burns, I love you anyway.” The line was simple and like a match. It warmed something that I had kept cold for a long time.

Steady. You have no debt here. You can stay as long as you want. You can leave when you wish. You are free. – R. I pressed the note to my chest, tears burning my eyes. No demands. No chains. Not like my parents. Not like before. Just choice. Just freedom. Maybe love — real love — wasn’t about owning someone at all. Maybe it was about setting them free, even if it hurt.

As expected, it was easier to reject him if I was just honest and straightforward with him. "So what?" Marley suddenly blurted coldly. I thought I'd heard him wrongly. "What?" "You got pregnant and divorced because of a jerk. Does that mean I'm not allowed to like you, Luna?" Marley stood up and cornered me against the windows, forcing me to answer his question. I lowered my head in desperation. "I'm not good enough for you, Marley." As soon as I'd let those words roll off my tongue, he kissed my forehead. "Don't say that, Luna. You're the most perfect woman I've ever seen."