Do You Love Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"D-Do you love her?" I released him, and he fell to the floor, breathing heavily. "I don't know what to call it. I don't know what love is. But I don't want her to go to anyone else. I want her here with me, forever." Rubbing his red neck, he coughed. "I may not know much about love, but I know people in love act crazy for the one they love. You need to find out if you truly love her by sleeping with another woman. If you don't feel anything, that means you love her. And that's a problem, because you are one of the most powerful men in the world—you can't have a weakness."

I raised my eyebrows at him, stopping outside my door, then he threw me a question that made me shocked. “Do you love her?” “Love?” I asked, tasting the word in my mouth. I hated the word love and I still do. What does love have to do with her? “She is special to me,” I answered him. “I know she is and everyone knows how special she is to you. But are you in love with her?” He asked again and I found myself hesitating to give him a reply. Do I love her? Do I not love her? I don't love her. Love is a strong word. Love is a weakness and I can't afford to be weak. My men already think I am, I can't make their observation true.

I like her too, Charlotte replied. ………………………………. Tell me, love Do you love me or not? Or is it that You like the thought Of being in love with me? You know they Are both different. You know because You know that I am in love with you But you are not In love with me. …………………………………..

Do you still love her? "I loved her before, but now you are the one I love. I love you more than I love her before." He whispered and cupped her face. "Kayla, she doesn't love me. She only played me. She dated me because of money. She's a gold digger." "I don't like you being quiet like this." He whispered when she didn't say anything after a few minutes. " I'm not used to you being like this. Don't give me the cold shoulder, please." he embraced her and kissed her forehead.

I ask "What that you love him??"She smiles with a hint of mischieve in her eyes. "Honey your eyes light up in excitement whenever we talk about him so it's abvious"She says and goes back to what she's doing. Is she right ? I mean I know I'm attracted to Nicoli but the real question should be Do I love him? 'Maybe' Am I falling for him? 'Yes'

Her smile is instantly replaced with a hungry look that has both of us twitching in our briefs. "Show me how much you love me then Daddy" she says with a wink and a smirk. I look at Link and smirk. She's in for it now.

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.

"I honestly don't know if what we have is real or am I just imagining things." "I love you and you love me. Angel that is real. Believe me please." "I can't do this. I need to think." She said helplessly. "I love you! I would give you anything. I would do anything for you. Angel, I mean it." "Do you still love her?" She asked me. "I love you." "You didn't answer my question. I want to know if there is still a part of you that loves her." She yelled. "Yes, there will always be..."

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.