Deadly Love By Mehwish Ali Novels & Stories

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.

I snarled, "It's not your place to run your mouth. Get out of my house!" Melissa took Nicolas' hand, a reproachful frown creasing her brow. "If you'd apologized to Nicky, I might have helped you for old times' sake. But it's clear you haven't learned a thing. Then take this as your lesson." The door slammed, echoing through the house. I looked at the wedding decorations we'd put up around the house, and a bleak chill crept in. Human hearts were fickle. Whatever love Melissa once had for me had vanished in a heartbeat.

In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead. Or perhaps, he had never existed at all.

“Callum, Matt has no family here. He needs someone to stay with him for now. You should go home on your own today.” I nodded calmly, letting go of the last shred of hope in my heart. Sienna seemed quite pleased with my reaction. “Good boy. I’ll make it up to you later.” I stared at the peeled apple. After an afternoon, its skin had already oxidized and turned yellow. No matter how expensive the variety, it ultimately could not withstand the passage of time. It was just like Sienna’s love for me. It was once so fiery and warm. Yet after all these years, it had turned into bland, tasteless tap water.

"I was never meant to live, but I have something worth dying for—someone worth dying for—and that's everything to me. You being here means everything to me." Calix's shoulders shook as a sob hitched at his throat. He wiped at his face, and for a moment Kat thought he would argue, as he always did. But he didn't. He just looked at her with tears in his eyes. He was saying something, something she couldn't really hear. And he must have known it because he held her even closer and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Kat." The words were magic. She closed her eyes briefly, feeling them wash over her. What a lovely thing to hear. What a perfect last thing to hear.

It happens too fast—I barely register the way Diego hauls me into another vehicle before it speeds away. My breath shudders. My heart pounds. The wetness on my cheeks brings me back to reality. I’m crying. "Alli, please don’t cry…" Diego’s voice is soft, filled with something close to pity. "I love him," I whisper, clutching my chest. "I love him more than my heart can handle." Diego swallows hard. "I swear on my parents’ grave, Allison—he loves you even more." A bitter laugh escapes me. "Then we’ll suffer this pain together."

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

Finally, understanding dawned in those dark eyes. “Green,” Kaia murmured, surprise flashing across her expressive face—no doubt she was surprised that the asshole who had kidnapped her was decent enough to give her safewords. The girl couldn’t know that he was actually playing a long game. He would be nice enough to her. He will make her fall in love with him. And he would treat her so good that she wouldn’t be able to breathe without him. “Suck it,” He said again, letting his voice become harsher.

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.