Don't Be In Love Novels & Stories

Raw and irrational and almost adolescent in its bitterness. He looked at Luca with open contempt. Then at Damon. And said the cruelest thing he could think of: “When he leaves you, you’ll deserve it.” Silence. Rain. Blood. Damon’s hand steadied. Completely. Because there it was. The thing Matteo had never understood and never would. Love was not leverage. Not a transaction. Not a cage. Not a debt. It was choice. Messy. Risky. Human. And the reason Matteo would always lose was because he couldn’t comprehend being chosen freely.

“No, Rosie, it’s not what you think. I don’t love her. I never did. “I swear, I’ll cut ties with Lana right now. I’ll never contact her again. “I promise we can go back! Start over.” Mark continued. “Please, just give me another chance. If you come back with me, we can get married tomorrow. I don’t care that you’ve already been married. I love you.” I yanked my hand from his grasp, saying coldly. “But I care, Mark. In fact, I think you’re disgusting. “I’m glad I didn’t marry you. And I never will.” My words struck him like thunder. He stood there, frozen in disbelief.

"Let's do it. Let's fight for our love." ****************************

"Can't you just forgive me?" I dropped the playful tone and said seriously, "I've never blamed you. But you need to understand, we can't go back to the way things were." The love was real. The misunderstandings were real. But the hurt and bitterness were real too. Jasper's obsession with me had almost crossed a line. My friends and classmates knew, but I, the person involved, was completely oblivious. It wasn't that I was dull; it was that at the time, my heart was entirely given to Byron. I never looked anywhere else.

I couldn't help myself. -"I.....I..... don't know what...to say....please father don't cry...I cannot see you like this" -"We....we lost them all........"I said amid tears. -"Father I really don't care as long as we love each other. I have you and you have me. Right?" -"But honey.... how are you supposed to get married without dowry?" -"You know father I have something to tell you too....I am in love with a man. A noble man. And he loves me too. I am sure that the lack of dowry won't be a problem to him"

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

"Of course I still love you, but that's not the point." "You think too much. Here's a naked woman two inches from you, someone you just admitted that you love, and you won't take her to the bedroom and make love to her." "She's got a point." 'Not helping!' "That's the idea." "Danni, come on," he said.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

"Or don't be with me at all." .