How To Ruin A Love Comedy Novels & Stories

he said and I raised my hands and Andrei dropped his hands down too. “Back to my question piccolo, still love the camphor scent?” His eyes gleamed but I said nothing. He smirked taking a stroll around the hall with his wheelchair. "Fifty billion dollars per a cargo bag of the oblivion drugs, do we have a deal?” I ignored his question. "You have really gotten over Sylvia, haven't you? A woman who defined true love to you,” he coughed. "You were willing to shut down an entire camphor boutique, once because Sylvia adored it and you grew to love what she loved,” he laughed slightly.

“You ruin everything you touch.” Before I could react, her hand flashed out, not at me, but at the coffee table. She swept her arm across it, sending the decades of photographs flying. They fluttered through the air in a chaotic blizzard of captured moments—Lanc laughing, Lanc brooding, their life together. “GET OUT!” she screamed, her voice raw and broken. I stood my ground, watching her unravel. The drama wasn't in a physical fight, but in the total destruction of the narrative she had built her life upon. I had taken her prized evidence and turned it against her, revealing the pathetic truth beneath the gilded memory.

"Guess the Alpha cares more about Vivian after all. His own Luna and Vivian both get pregnant, and he's making his Luna get an abortion so Vivian won't be upset!" "Right? The actual Luna can't even compete with a single hair on Vivian's head. How pathetic is that?" Tears slid silently down my face. Cold metal instruments moved inside me, and the heart that used to beat for Asher finally shattered into pieces too broken to ever fix. I regretted everything. Regretted ever loving Asher. When the torture finally ended, they wheeled me out of the operating room. The anesthesia started wearing off, and through my haze, I sensed someone standing beside me, watching.

“You think?” She exhaled slowly, rubbing her temples. “Renna… I love you, you know that. And because I love you, I have to say this... you have to end it before it ends you.” “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Please don’t ask me to.” Her voice softened. “Then at least promise me something.” “What?” “That you will have your fun right now, and find a way to end things before it gets bad." I nodded immediately, desperate. “Yes, I will, but promise me one thing too, you can’t tell anyone, Gia. Please. No one can know.”

I stared at him. Then I did something unexpected. I laughed too. Quiet at first. Then fully. The absurdity of it all broke something in me. The control. The calculation. The need for perfection. Rain soaked us both. The city lights flickered unevenly. The candles were dead. The dinner ruined. The photographers relentless. Gloss leaned into me, shaking with laughter. “You look ridiculous,” he said. “So do you.” “I love this,” he admitted. “This.” “Yes. This chaos.”

“It was life and choices. People fall in love.” She slams her hand against the wall. “Don’t talk to me about love,” she screams. “You don’t get to talk about love.” I swallow hard. “You ruined everything for me,” she says, breathing heavy now. “You took what should have been mine and then you ran away like a coward when things got hard.” “I ran because your lies destroyed my marriage,” I whisper. “You helped ruin my life.” She laughs, almost hysterical. “Oh please,” she says. “Your life was already perfect. You had everything. You just didn’t want to admit it.”

Then, impossibly, she started laughing. It wasn't polite laughter or even amused laughter. It was the kind of laughter that comes from spending weeks balancing on the edge of breakdown, the kind that borders on hysteria, the kind that made her sink against the doorframe and hold her stomach while tears streamed down her face. Liam watched his carefully planned romantic gesture implode in real-time and found himself laughing too, because what else could they do? Their fathers had engineered their entire relationship as part of a criminal conspiracy, they were facing federal investigation and hostile takeover, a woman had died confessing that she'd helped orchestrate a fake pregnancy to test L

Justin was about to go back to his room when he heard her yell at him at the top of her voice, screaming that he ruined everything, so he was confused. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” Ella slowly walked to where he was standing and stared at his face for a while. “You destroyed my marriage! You ruined my life.” Even though Justin was confused, he still couldn’t help but laugh when he heard what she said because it sounded like a joke in his ears. “You don’t look high, but I guess you are.” He said and walked away. Ella hates feeling stupid, which is why she decided to follow him to the room so that both of them can have a conversation.