He Destroyed Her In His First Life In His Second He Gave Her Everything He Never Did Novels & Stories

He was manipulating her into agreeing with him, but she would not allow it. “I love you,” he declared charmingly. “That has nothing to do with that,” she responded in disbelief. They have been together all this time and never once did he mention that he was giving up his birthright for her. “But it does, My love. I persecuted and executed you in our past life. You will never give yourself fully to me because you are terrified of me, and I don’t blame you. This ensures that even if I ever lose my mind, I never have that power over you again.”

"Love? Never." The words hung in the air, cold and final. He’d watched her face crumple slowly, like glass cracking under pressure. Her free hand pressing to her belly protectively. Tears springing instant, spilling over. She’d stumbled backward, one step, two, like the floor had given way beneath her. "You... you married me to destroy me?" "Yes." His voice had been ice. "Your father killed mine. Ruined us. Left me nothing. This us was payback. Every kiss. Every promise. All to watch you fall like he made us fall."

She has not said it to him directly. "In another life," he says. Quietly. The phrase she used once, long ago, and corrected. "In the first life," she says. "I saw you at twenty-nine and I went home and told myself I was being foolish. Three years later, in the second life, I was thirty-two and you were twenty-seven and I understood what I had done the first time and I decided not to do it again." He is very still.

Nothing I could say would ever undo the damage I had caused. Her face twisted with the agony of all the broken pieces between us, but she still wouldn’t meet my eyes. And I couldn’t blame her. I had destroyed everything. The trust, the love—everything that had once been beautiful between us was shattered, and there was nothing left but the ruins of a life I couldn’t put back together.

Oh, he hated her so much. So he kept on living his life, working and building his empire, enjoying all the pleasantries of both human and supernatural world. He thought he was over it, that he will never find her and that he didn’t need her anymore until… until he felt her. He felt her coming to life; he felt her taking her first breath… this discovery shook him; it shook him to the core and threatened to destroy everything that he had built in the past centuries, in his past life and a half. It threatened to destroy the hate that he built…

And nodded. “My whole life wouldn’t be enough to repay you,” she whispered. “But I’ll try… for as long as I live.” He didn’t respond. But the way he looked at her said enough. Because for the first time in a long while—He felt like he had just made a decision that would change everything. ****😊****

For her he could have tore apart the world or create a new one just for a smile in return but in reality all he did was burn down everything. A tear slipped past his eyes, hidden from the eyes of other two people present in the room. His hand shook and planting a light feather kiss on the back of her hand he slide his hand out from her and felt like he had given his soul away. She wanted to be free and she was right. He didn't deserve her, never had. She was too perfect, too good for him but he couldn't let go despite knowing that he will ruin her, he will shatter her he still couldn't stop himself.... He just couldn't.

“What about her?” “I loved her,” he said. “Once. Long before the accident that took her away from the world for so long. I came here thinking that I would crumble at the sight of her. I thought that my feelings would be awoken. But when I looked at her, I realized that she had changed. She wasn’t the woman I was so in love with. Not anymore anyway. It’s Arthur.” His face hardened when he said this. “He ruins things. Everything he touches collapses. Breaks. Dies.”

She had believed she could withstand the fire, but instead, she had been burned to ash. Had he meant to save her, or had his warnings been part of the game? A way to absolve himself of guilt while he tore her apart? The rain intensified, falling in piercing sheets that stung her skin like shards of glass. Her sobs echoed through the graveyard, mingling with the soft patter of raindrops and the distant rustle of leaves. The world seemed to grieve with her—the moon hidden behind thick, angry clouds, the cold pressing relentlessly. She shivered, not from the chill, but from the realization of how utterly broken she had become. He had done exactly what he said he would—destroyed her completely,

"Because your life is mine and I am f#cking selfish b#stard who would tear apart each and everything which will even think about taking something away from me which is only mine, " Her ears thoroughly listened to his each and every word and then found his lips to devour her tears and then her closed eyes and then her temple. His lips trailed from her forehead to her nose bridge where he pecked the tip of her nose and slightly pulled back only to find her already staring at him, still with her tears glistening in her eyes. "Never give up on your life, mi cielo because if you give up on your life then my life would give up on me, "