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DEMETRIA “I love you, Marion Whitfield,” I whispered, no longer able to hold those words in. I stared into Marion’s eyes. No, this man wasn’t perfect, but he’s all mine. Yes. Mine. My Handsome Devil. And I was sure there were things in my past that would bother me. But that was the past. And I’d already lived through that, already argued about it, and made it past that.

“My beloved, I am in Delphi. Elloise has become more delusional in the way that she is thinking. If you ask me, I say that she has always been this way, but her supposed love that she claims that she feels for me has only but driven her more insane. Being here tells me that you are perhaps closing in and that she is now only becoming desperate. Yet, as I try to find your face between those of the many strangers, I am sadly reminded that I have lost you and even possibly myself. My beloved, I so wish that you shall prove me wrong. I wish that you shall drag me out of this hole and that I shall be faced with your beautiful face again. But fate seems to remind me over and over once more that it

In his arms I sank into sleep, his whispers ghosts on my ear. Your tortures are worse than Gehenna. I love you eternally.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

I was a ruthless ruler, driven by power and vengeance, and Evelyn reminded me of how far I'd fallen. In the solitude of my sanctuary, my defenses crumbled. The weight of grief bore down on me, threatening to break me. I sank to my knees, letting out a primal roar that echoed through the chamber, expressing my torment. "I loved you, my mate," I whispered into the night, my voice heavy with sorrow. "I failed you, and now I'm burdened with my sins." Memories of our time together flooded my mind, tender moments mixed with the haunting image of her lifeless body. I had taken her life, extinguishing the light that once brightened my darkness. Regret consumed me, leaving no room for peace or redemp

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o’er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o’er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the arméd man, The statue of the arméd knight;

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

Her voice trembled with agony as she spoke, and he could only offer a gentle reply. "How could I possibly do something like that? You are my beloved," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You, my dear, hold the most profound influence over my existence." It dawned on him that the endearing term he had always used for her, 'beloved', had failed to register in her consciousness. However, in this moment, the word finally penetrated her mind, and she comprehended its meaning.

A cold, mocking laugh echoed through the air, dripping with disdain as it openly ridiculed and humiliated her. "Hah… So it's true. When it comes to everything else, you're rational and confident. But the moment love is involved, you become ridiculously foolish. You truly are pitiful and pathetic!" "No!" Angela gritted her teeth and suddenly opened her eyes, staring into the endless void of darkness. She spoke each word clearly, her voice unwavering. "I don't believe you. I only believe in myself!" Feelings didn't lie. She wasn't a fool. She could feel how much Dexter cared for her.

My love is Eliot I will just bury in oblivion, because I know that no matter what I do I will still be defeated in the end, I do not want to hurt my heart again that long crushed. I also think to appreciate the love that cleopard gives me, I know, in the end cleopard will still be my end. I wiped the tears from my eyes before thinking of leaving this place, when I got out of that dark place I thought of not going back to the Hamilton mansion and just going back to the orphanage.