Love Can't Wed Novels & Stories

“I respect you. I always have. You’re a good woman… and you’ve been a good friend to me. But we can’t get married.” Her jaw clenched. I saw the way her eyes flashed, the way her breath hitched, like she was trying not to fall apart. “Why not?” she asked, the words barely held together. “Or is it because… you’re in love with Solane Blackwood?” Yes. But I didn’t dare say it out loud. That I couldn’t love any other woman but Irene. That I had tried—God knows I’d tried—and failed. And marrying someone else, knowing I could never love them the way I love her… It would only feel like betrayal. To them.

Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy. “Baby” I whispered, still in disbelief, as he took my hand and guided me forward. “Hey, Michelle,” he said, eyes warm and fixed on mine. “I want to let you know how much I love you… with every passing day, you become the peace I never knew I needed.” I swallowed slowly as his words sank in. “I just want you to know this is forever.” He breathed. He went down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine as he held my hands.

I watched them go, my mind reeling with anger and hurt. How could Emilia do this to me? Didn't she know how much I loved her? I turned and stormed back into the house, slamming the door behind me. I needed a drink. I stormed into my office, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn all the way down my throat. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Emilia, the woman I loved, the woman I was going to marry, was in bed with another man.

He cupped my face and then pressed our foreheads together. "Baby, because we both know that you still love him very much." Kenzo said sadly. "I'm tired of loving him, I'm tired of being hurt too." "I'm here because you just love me." And then Kenzo's voice broke out. "I will never leave you and I will never marry anyone else, I will only marry you."

It's almost as if he read her mind when he smiled to face her, and said, "Although, I cannot remember what I actually did for you to hate me." "I don't hate you," automatic na sabi niya dito. "You just don't like me," pahayag nito, na hindi naman niya kinontra. Totoo naman kasi. She realized hate is just too strong a word. She reserved that word for someone like her mother. "So," anito at uminom na naman sa tasa ng tsaa nito. "What day do you want to do it?" Hindi pa rin siya makasagot sa tanong nito. Instead, she asked him, "Do you really want to get married to me just so your father can't get married to my mother?"

"Don't feel pressured. I'm just making my affection known. If you ever feel ready to date again, think of me first, okay? "Of course, I won't waste eight years on you like you did on Misty. I'll give you three years. If your heart is still closed up after three years, I'll move on." Carter and Victoria were married four years later. On their wedding day, Misty stood quietly in the shadows of a corner, watching them exchange rings. When the ceremony ended, she slipped away unnoticed. Carter caught a glimpse of Misty's retreating figure but quickly turned his attention back to his radiant bride. His gaze was full of warmth and devotion. Misty never set foot in her home country again after that

Ruby grumbled. Each word of hers pierced my heart. "Do you think that love at first sight is stupid? Do you think that I married you because it was infatuation? Do you think that I just fell for your looks?" I interrogated her as my eyes squinted in anger. How can she say that? "Look, Vexon. It's not about us. We are talking about them. I'm going to stop this marriage, but I won't accept Cason and Keya as a couple. It's not love!"

She whimpered. "I already told you that I don't love you and only Eve. I'm not forcing you to marry me, not at all. You can stop this nonsense wedding because I don't think I can ever love someone that's not Eve, not you either, never." I stayed directly to her and clearly.

Lawrence Yancey gave me a supplementary card with a spending limit of 300 dollars, and any excess required his approval with a receipt. He said this was to ensure transparency in the management of the family's finances. I did as he asked for three years. At last month's medical checkup, I was diagnosed with thyroid nodules, and the doctor recommended that I undergo a needle biopsy. I took a picture of the bill and sent it to him. “7,200 dollars?!” He replied in an instant. “It’s just a nodule. Can’t you just monitor the situation first?” I didn’t reply to his text and canceled the appointment. That night, when he got home, he flung two shopping bags onto the floor by the foyer. I re

"And everyone calls that obsession. But I never forced you to love me. I never manipulated you. I never interfered when you were with Darsh—not until I found out he was cheating on you. And even then, I waited four years for you to heal before I ever made a move." I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling his warmth, his presence, the weight of his words. "I just love you, baby," he continued softly. "And I'll accept whatever decision you make... even if it doesn't involve me." Then, with one last lingering kiss on my cheek, he pulled away. "I want you to do the same when I marry Kyra next month." And with that, he closed the door. •_____• I stumbled to the floor from the sheer force with which Ab