Novel & Cerita Love Is An Illusion Ending

He laughed at this. Her forehead had creases as she tried understanding what was funny in this. "I like doing things which are not good for me" "Why? Don't you love yourself?" He sobered listening to her words. Mischief vanished in thin air as reality settled in. "You learn not to when no one loves you back. Love is just an illusion...a bloody mirage which looks real from distance. But when you go closer you realise it was just your fuck** up mind and nothing else"

For ten years, he had hated Liliana, believing she had ruthlessly abandoned him. For ten years, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another. All the pieces of the puzzle slammed into place. Liliana hadn't left because she didn't love him; she left because she thought she was dying and didn't want to be a burden. It was Ava. All of it. A scheme she had designed. This woman had tricked him into hating the person who loved him most for a full decade! "Bring Ava to me," Bruno's voice was terrifyingly calm.

“Because I felt guilty. I couldn’t bear the smiles and happiness when I knew deep down what I was doing was wrong.” “No.. you can stop lying to me, and importantly to yourself. You ran away because you have fallen in love with him and uncharted waters like that scare you, so you can away.” “Love is an illusion.” “Is what you keep saying, but I see it, we see it, I don’t know if your man sees it.” I shake my head vigorously. “Love doesn’t exist. And I know when to draw the line between reality and what’s in my head.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

he blurted out. Disgust ripples through my veins as the words sink in. I killed her. He killed the woman he loved? Why? Raphaël chuckled darkly, running his fingers through his hair. "Love sure makes you do crazy things." he mumbled to himself. I bit my lower lip as I stayed silent. "I believed that she was everything for me but she showed me that love, love is just an illusion a feeling that tricks your brain into making you think that you have accomplished something extraordinary in the world."

Only I had the illusion that he loved me and that same illusion was killing my heart. “I see, you said so, and I hope you never forget these words of you. I will also remember this day clearly, disturbing your fun. I will leave here." I clenched my fist, tears still not dry on my cheeks but stopped falling. I don't wait for any answer or hold back, this time I will cut it all off with my own hands. Once love has receded, only hatred remains. Stepping out of this big and beautiful mansion, I smiled a little and looked at this place one last time and then monologue:

, Niyati warns her while showing anger in her eyes and voice to her. "You haven't given me any answer yet. Come on, I'm waiting. Let me understand the meaning of your silence that whatever I was saying is correct?", She asks him while moving her face a little closer to his and then back to its initial position. "Not at all, I was not speaking so that you don't feel bad but before you take any misinterpretation of my silence. I need to answer your question. Yes, it's true that I loved Aisha madly during our college days and wanted to marry her. But from the day she accepted Vihaan's proposal, my love also died there for her. After that, as if I had forgotten the meaning of the word love. But

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Some endings didn't require words. Only presence. Only love. Only hope. And somewhere beyond grief... Beyond vengeance... Beyond the shadows of Genesis... A new story quietly began. Not one about survival. Not one about revenge. But one about healing. About family. About choosing love over fear. Again. And again. And always. The End.

I knew the water was laced with sleeping pills, so I secretly poured it out and pretended to fall asleep. Daniel then carried me to the guest room. Soon after, Isabella came in. "I knew you didn't drink it," she started. "You heard everything at the train station, didn't you?" I opened my eyes, saying nothing. She continued, "So, you should know that Daniel only loves me. In fact, he married you because of me." Taking advantage of my weakness, she tied me to a chair and placed me by the bedroom door. "Sit here and listen to his passion for me tonight," she grinned. "Be a wise woman and leave him."