He Doesn't Love Her Novels & Stories

''That blabbermouth needs to know her rightful place'' He blazed. '' No, no...please. Don't tell her I told you anything. She doesn't need to know about this'' I pleaded. Thankfully he agreed. And there was the great silence again. ''You still haven't answered my question. Do you love her?'' I persisted. He stood up and took a few paces around the room taking a handful of his silky hair into his hands. ''No, I don't love her'' He shrugged looking away. ''Then why are you still with her then!'' I almost shouted.

If only she knew who was really in my heart. "That person does not need to know." "He has no idea, so how can you say he doesn't love you??"

I don’t truly love him , and I wasn’t here for the money either , truth is , I don’t even know how i had let this come this far . His shoulders slumped like admitting it peeled something painful open. “She never loved me,” he added, voice quiet. “She loved the numbers.” A slow ache crawled up my chest. He must really think I love him too . I mean I enjoy everything that we do and everything about him, but not as deep as he thinks it is .

“I said I loved him.” Her jaw drops. She stares like I’ve just confessed a murder. “Not because he pushed me. Not because he had me strung out and begging. I just… said it.” “Do you love him?” she asks softly. I laugh, sharp and humorless. “That’s not the point.” “It is the point. Do you love him—yes or no?” I shake my head, but she doesn’t let up. Sighing, I look at her. “I don’t do love, Red.”

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

He shouted as he stood up and walked near the window. “That’s not called love, he is a psychopath.” She hissed. “And you think that American jerk loves her? She gave herself to him. Is it okay for you that she dated a stranger?” He hissed back. “How many times should I tell you that your daughter loves that guy, and he loves her so much too?” She said desperately as she exaggerated with her arms gestures.

“Don’t kid yourself, brother. She may want you, but she’s mine. By oath. That’s how it works.” “Then mark her,” I spit back. “If she means more than duty, prove it. Otherwise, stop this charade.” He falters. His mouth tightens, eyes slamming shut. And then, just when I thought he was going to lunge at me or start reciting rules again, he said quietly. “I will never mark her. Because she isn’t the one I love.” Time basically stops. My heart slams around, and I forget what words are supposed to sound like.

“She doesn’t… love you, at least not in the way you deserve. I know you care about her, but every word out of her mouth just hurts you. If she needs something, I’ll handle it. If she’s sick, I’ll make sure she has the best doctors. If she wants money, I’ll transfer it. But I don’t want you in front of her anymore.” He tipped her chin up, his touch impossibly gentle, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You can fight back against anyone else. You can run, you can push them away. But with her, you never will. She’ll always crush you. And I can’t watch her hurt you again.” His voice softened, almost pleading. “She doesn’t love you. I do. She doesn’t care, but I care enough for both of us. So ple

But he is nothing but all lies. Her love turns into a joke, and her trust in him disappears. Now she doesn't know how she can deal with this heart that loves him yet is scared of getting hurt again. “ Don't say that. Don't dare to say that you don't like me anymore, Charlotte. I know you are here with someone else. You are spending your time with someone else. But I don't care. You are mine. So you should return to me." He replies in a cold and deep tone, proving how pissed, he is.

"No..I'm not" "What do you mean, you are not not? You obviously are" "Says who" "Says the man that has watched you toiled for her in past few days. Why are you doing all of that for her, if you are not" "I don't know...but not because I love her" "I think you do. I keep telling you, you do" "You aren't the one to tell me what I'm feeling... I'd know if I'm in love with someone wouldn't I"