How To Ruin A Love Comedy Novels & Stories

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

she added, crossing off a lot of options. I paused. “That actually removes a lot of options.” “Good,” she said. “Love is cancelled today.” I snorted. “Temporary cancellation of love?” “It's that or I turn gay. You'd be my number one target,” she replied seriously. I nodded slowly. “I don't even want to know why I'd be your first target.” I scrolled through options, finally settling on something light, comedic, easy, something that didn’t demand too much thinking. It was perfect.

I cried. “He was mine first until you stole him away like the thieving slut that you are.” Annette hisses, her initial smugness vanished under the force of her hatred. “Anyways,” Her smug tone returned with a satisfied sigh. “God, I feel so sore all over.” Tears slid down freely, staining my face. “ Ethan will never love you. He loves me!” “Oh, fucking grow up Aria. Surely, you can’t be this naïve.” Annette giggled spitefully. “Ethan never loved you. You were nothing more than tool used to scratch an itch.”

"It’s all your fault! You did this to me! I lost my job! My parents are cutting me off! I have nothing left! Everyone’s avoiding me. My whole life is ruined because of you!" Her voice grew more frantic, filled with venom. "What gives you the right to do this to me?! You just have a rich husband. That’s all! What’s so great about you?!" At that, I finally couldn’t help but laugh. "What are you laughing at?!" "First," I said, my smile fading, "I don’t have a husband. I’m single. "Second, I didn’t ruin your life. You did. That mouth of yours that you can’t control, and that ugly vanity you keep hidden… That’s what destroyed you.

Twenty minutes later we were in the massive home theater upstairs watching some terrible action movie while sharing expensive popcorn. I laughed harder than I should’ve when Reed started criticizing every unrealistic fight scene. “That’s physically impossible,” he muttered at the screen. “You sound offended.” “I am offended.” “You’re such a hater.” “You’re enjoying this too much.” Because somewhere between the beach and the movie and the teasing and the quiet touches against my arm...I forgot to feel miserable for a little while.

"There's no but. I've been working too long; I need this break. I'm not doing this for you, so stop feeling guilty, alright?" With him putting it that way, there was nothing more I could say. Any further insistence would only make things awkward. As for him…I decided not to overthink it. I would just let things unfold naturally. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were overwhelmingly in his favor. [Cedric is seriously so devoted. I hope Emma ends up with him.] [Exactly! Just because one relationship failed doesn't mean she should be afraid to love again!] [Get together already!] We left the lavender fields and headed to Cedric's villa in Imperia for lunch and wine.

“You step in, wave your billionaire-mystery-man wand, stop the economic collapse, and then say, ‘By the way, I would like to marry your son. Thanks.’” “You are insane.” “And this is the only way to make your love story a success.” I rubbed my eyes. “He doesn’t even know who I am.” “Exactly. So why not make the reveal dramatic? You save the country and propose the pretty Prince? I mean, it would be a legendary behavior.” “If I did that, Kieran would slap me with his royal ring hand.” “He might,” Win grinned, “or he might kiss you stupid.” I threw a napkin at him. “You are not helping.”

I hate you, Alaric; you are so disgusting,” I spat. “Actually, I don't have anything to do with you, and no one would ever accept you; this marriage was a bet between my grandparents and yours. As soon as you get divorced, the $100 million fine will go into my account. If you don't want the money to go into my account, you have every power to stop it now.” “You are a joke, Alaric, I wish I never married you; I wish I never loved you I don't care about how much money you will get; I just don't want to see you again,” I yelled

"Why won't you just give me one more chance?" "You know that seeing red roses hurts me, yet you still put them in front of me. Do you remember what you were like when we first got together? You weren't like this. That proves you don't love me anymore! "You may regret it now—do you think it's because of love? No. It's because of the company and the new drug research!" At that moment, I finally understood—someone who never loved me would never care about my feelings. No matter what I did or how hurt I was, they wouldn't be affected. On the contrary, they would think I was annoying.

Tight enough to humiliate. “Look at you,” he said quietly. “Pathetic.” The word burned. “You ruined everything,” he continued, his voice calm in a way that scared me more than shouting ever could. “My name. My company. My peace. And do you know what my only crime was?” My breath hitched. “I loved you. I stupidly fell in love with you which wasn't like me.” The word echoed in my head. Loved. Past tense. He had never said it before. Not once. Not openly. What we had lived in the spaces between words—stolen glances, hands brushing, nights that felt too intimate to be meaningless but too undefined to be real.