Goodbye My Wretched Love Novel Novels & Stories

“Just a poor girl with a tragic backstory and perfect timing.” Her lip quivered, and she looked like she might cry. “Why do you hate me?” she asked, her voice breaking. I stepped closer, studying her as she trembled, that mix of defiance and vulnerability twisting something inside me. “You want honesty?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “Fine.” Leaning in, I let my voice drop to a low, bitter whisper, laced with venom. “Just because you somehow weaseled your way into my life—even into my pants—it doesn’t mean you’ve won some kind of trophy.”

How could they love her when her parents hated her themselves? She hated the attention of her uncle, who retired from women after his wife's death. She hated all of that because it goes against what her parents did, so she struggled between being good or bad, and she still struggles, sometimes she loves and sometimes she hates, and she lived like this and it's not yet time for her to decide her side.

The boutique's washroom was open to all genders, so anyone could enter the washroom at any time. Kevin and I could hear Violet proclaiming loudly in a haughty tone, "I just wanted Daniel to kill Michelle off in order to appease him. Who would've thought that Michelle was that pathetic? Kevin never loved her at all! He still loves me the most at the end of the day! That's why Daniel had to kidnap me once again. "I feel that I've wasted my breath in describing how much Kevin loved Michelle to Daniel back then. What a shame." Upon hearing Violet's explanation, Kevin turned on his heel and returned to the wedding boutique.

“C.E.O please forgive me I did all these for you, I have loved you for a very long time and that was the reason why I came here to work, sir do you know that each time I saw you my heart flutter, I love you so much that I’m willing to get do so many things for you sir, but then you did not reciprocate my feelings. Since I came to this company; However, you have never looked at me the way you looked at this bitch Clarissa, no matter how I try, no matter how much strength I put into work and no matter how much I have to pay, you never look at me, I always thought the time where you will love me has come when I chased away Theresa but then this bitch appeared out of nowhere and all your attenti

My all-black ensemble was now marred with blood, a visual representation of the devastation he had wrought. I closed my eyes, gathering what little strength I had left. I stood up slowly, ignoring the throbbing in my hands. "Don't worry, Damien," I said, my voice barely whispering. "If my presence makes you sick… I will gladly leave. Please take care. I'm sorry and goodbye." With a heavy heart, I turned and walked towards the door, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. The blood was a tangible manifestation of my broken heart, a testament to the years of unrequited love that had finally reached their devastating conclusion.

Mom sneered. She then got someone to kick him out without hesitation. At first, Benjamin refused to leave, and he followed Mom around for days. For two whole weeks, she had him beaten up several times, but he only left when he finally realized I truly wasn't there. Mom asked me, "Are you really never going to forgive him? He still seems to love you." She knew how much I had once loved this man and was worried I might regret it. "It's true that he loved me, but it's also true that he's trash. I loved him because I thought he was a treasure. Now that I know he's trash, of course I won't want him"

Until exhaustion dragged me under like a wave. And as I drifted into sleep, my last coherent thought was a curse. A curse on the day I met Adrian Vale. A curse on the day I met Maribel Cross. A curse on every moment I'd wasted loving people who saw me as nothing but a resource to exploit. Never again. Never fucking again. ​

A book lay open on the floor. She was fast asleep. He set the chocolate on the table and Just looked at her. Thank you, Jack. The thought came unbidden, and he meant it. Thank you for being exactly who you are. Thank you for cheating, lying, being so thoroughly worthless that she finally left. Thank you for giving me this chance. But if he ever met Jack, if that man crossed his path, he was going to break his nose.

I remember how intensely I came on his cock, and my lower abdomen fills with heat and languor. “Tim,” I whisper, hugging the pillow, “I love you so much, Tim…” When I saw Sarkis's club burning on the news yesterday, I immediately knew it was Tim. It was terrifying, more terrifying than I've ever been. I pictured Tim wounded, burned, and suffocating from carbon monoxide.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.