Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed Novel Novels & Stories

But even till now, I still can't do that. That reminds me—I still need to get that picture back. But how can I? When my clumsy and stupid personal assistant threw it away. Elara doesn’t understand how much it hurt me when she lost it. That picture was my everything.I could trade all my wealth just to keep it. I used to look at it three or four times a day. Even after eight years, I still crave her. Now I have nothing to remind me of my first and last love.

The wedding, seems not to hold. " The day that seems to be my happiest day had turned to a confused day. A Day, I saw how shattered my life could be." Clara, pointing at her self as she speaks to her mother Evelyn. " Listen Clara, you are not to be blamed, but situation. " Evelyn, sounded. " Ava, was believe to be dead for the past two years, I guess, he should be aware that no one is to be blame here " " No mother, I should be blame here." Clara shouted. " Now, my love have goes for siblings. I mean, I am in love with them. I can't difference the rate of love I have for the two." Clara stressed her words in tears.

Jeremy's Point of View I flew into Miami in the evening. My old man was getting married the next day, and I had to be there. I was happy for him, but I couldn't get behind the woman he chose to be his wife. I had my doubts about her background and reputation, but my dad loved her despite my concerns. My mom and older brother died from gunshot wounds when I was nine. That tragedy hit my dad hard; he became a recluse, and I was left to manage the family company at eighteen. Now, I'm twenty-eight.

"I was young and blind, falling for a jerk. That past taught me that Byron's the one worth loving. Mess with us, Shawn, and you'll regret it." My tone carried a sharp edge, and Shawn staggered. "You hate our past that much?" "Absolutely." I nodded. "I'd erase you from it if I could." I pulled Byron into the car, leaving Shawn behind with a broken heart. Byron grinned, "Did you mean that?" "Every word," I confirmed. "He's nothing to me now. You and Edith are my world." ... I thought after that day, Shawn would give up. But I was wrong. He showed up again.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

He didn’t want to believe this was true, but there it was, the proof that Clarisse was someone else and not his Clara. He sat there for a long, long time, staring at the paper. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. The connection he felt was so real. The love he felt was so real. He had to be wrong. The test had to be wrong. He looked at the report again, but the word “Negative” was still there. It was like a ghost, haunting him, mocking him. He had spent so long, so many years, waiting for her to come back to him, and now, when he was so close, the truth was snatched away from him. He had lost her, not just once, but twice. His mind went into a dark place, a place of confusion and despair. What

I placed the picture on my table and flipped the page again expecting another picture to fall out but instead, I saw an acknowledgment note. To the absolute love of my life, Nathaniel Carter. I understand how confused and disoriented losing your memory must make you feel but I do hope this book helps you to answer all of your questions and I hope you can remember me again. You know where to find me(that is if you remember me again) I love you so much, Nathaniel and I miss you badly that it hurts.

She walked away in anger, and Gregory picked himself. “Where are you going to?” He didn't reply, he darted outside, Craig darted after him, they were in the private elevator, and in no time they were right at the rooftop. “What is it? I have blocked all your cards and I have called the factory to destroy the laptop and...” “The picture is gone.” He said almost in tears. “I lost her last memories.” The picture carries the face of his college love, he had that picture for more than seven years

How he claimed that we were inseparable, and his love for me was evident in every look and touch. How could he blame everything on fate that it had other plans for us. He became engaged to Clara, and our love story came to an abrupt and painful end. And yet he still had never approached me from past eight weeks. It had been two months and she still had never tried to contact me or even tried to find me.

Her love was gone forever. *******************************