Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Some young girls sulked over this sweet scene, some cursing Mia inside their hearts, yet they knew they never could reach Mia or Miles. They proved to everyone with their love because they are beyond their reach; they made for each other. *****THE END***** Check out my book " Chained by a possessive mafia's love." " His crazy Mrs. Knight " More books are coming soon; stay tuned for more books.

I had my phone in my hand, staring at the text I sent her, hoping that she would finally read the messages and reply. I love her so much she doesn't know. She was the light in my dark life. If it hadn't for her, I would have fallen apart because of the issues between my father and I, but she gave me the courage and strength to live. Thanks to her, I stepped out of my father's shadow and started living life. So the thought of losing her was painful. The day quickly went by, and I was still in a daze. I went to my house. It was nothing but a cold empty space without Meghan. Even her scent was starting to fade. I couldn't think about things and remain sober, so I went to get myself some beers f

She had often told Joel that the reason behind Christopher's condition was due to her marriage with him. Rachel felt guilty toward him, so she took even more care of him and indulged him. Eventually, her pity gradually turned into love. Joel wasn't sure what sparked their love. He only knew that the woman who once loved him so deeply and clung to him eventually fell in love with someone else. He lay on the couch, bored out of his wits as he scrolled through his phone. Big data was impressive—it showed him just exactly what happened last night without needing him to search for it.

"No need to rush me. I'll leave on my own." Perhaps my calmness startled Benji, and I saw a flicker of panic cross his face. He reached out to grab me, but Esme happened to lean into his arms. "Ben, I'm feeling a little unwell." As I watched the two of them leave together, I sneered and promptly left the company. Five years of love—gone in an instant just like that. I returned to Benji's villa to pack my things. But as I walked around, I realized how little I truly owned with only a single suitcase packed.

The way he’d walked off like I was nothing. I got it now. He didn’t like me. Not even a little. And no amount of standing too close or pretending I didn’t care was going to change that. I smiled into my glass, the expression breaking as fast as it formed. A tear slipped out anyway, hot and embarrassing. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, but it didn’t help the weight sitting in my chest. “I’m always unlucky when it comes to love,” I murmured to no one. “Everyone I’ve ever loved… never loved me back.”

"We're done. For good." He slapped it out of my hand, and I, running on empty, stumbled to the floor. He just looked down like I was trash. "What's with the attitude? I missed Millie's birthday—she'll have plenty more." My throat tightened. While he'd been off with his lover, Millie was in the ICU, tangled in tubes. And while they held each other, she'd slipped away, leaving nothing but ashes. "There won't be any more birthdays," I said, barely holding back tears.

“Though it’s been eight years too late! How can you walk away from me for eight years, and then, out of nowhere, you return without feeling remorse?!” Lydia shed her tears. “It’s not what you thought ….” He took a deep breath. For eight years, he didn’t feel alive because his first love was gone. Hearing that Lydia was dead already two years later made his heart cold. Just because he met Rosalind afterward, it was the first time his heart yearned again for a woman. The miseries of losing the woman he loved were too much. Suddenly, the woman appeared just like that. It was as if nothing had happened in eight years.

Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out. I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over. However, once we were together, I found out he was in love with someone else. "Her name is Beatrice Porter, and she's his first love. All those years, I'd never seen her. I kept thinking maybe I still had a chance. "Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base."

“Its the closest from the club, and it's late. He strode toward the front door, and I followed behind, trying to keep up. But my heart raced even more. The haunting memory I tried to bury flashed before me. This mansion.. he had given me three years ago, a gift I had rejected, along with him, our love and everything we once had, and gone on to marry Michael. It's so strange, how life, secrets, and timing can twist decisions so sharply that even love seems impossible. I had my reasons. The eight-year age gap only validated it. Yes, eight years. A number he considered irrelevant, but to me, it had always mattered. He was just too perfect to be real.

When they found his phone, the screen was cracked, but it was still open to my old number. When I heard the news, I did not cry. I only remembered the young man who had once held my hand in front of Clara and promised that if he ever betrayed me, he would lose everything. In the end, he really had. But I did not win. Clara was gone. Vincent was gone. And the girl who had once believed love and family could both stay had disappeared somewhere between New York and Chicago, on a flight I could never take back.