Love Myself Or You Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Don't you worry. I'll be good and stay at home," I said, looking at Martin Clark while pretending to be completely obedient. Even after hearing this, Martin still looked skeptical. He examined my face closely, trying to find a flaw. Once he saw my eyes held nothing but fixation for him, he let out a sigh of relief. He wrapped his arms around me. "Anna, you have to believe me. The person I love most in this world is you. Julia is just my secretary, and I only agreed to her birthday wish to keep her loyal to me."

Usually, the cowards run the other way. I want it all. I want it all if I’ll get Miles in the end. There’s no way I’m dropping everything because of an impending doom. There’s no way I’m the same man I was before I slept with Miles. There’s no possible way I belong to myself anymore. Miles owns every inch of me and the more I realise that, the bigger it gets. I fucking love him.

I muttered. But it wasn’t the show I was mad at. It was the reminder. That no matter how many stories I watch or lies I tell myself… I still want to be loved like that. Even if I don’t believe I deserve it. Even if the one person I thought saw me… never really did. Thank God Mia went home for her brother’s wedding. Honestly.

He stabbed me again. The pain was unbearable. "It hurts," I gasped. Tears were streaming down my face. Clutching the phone like it was my only lifeline, I begged as if reaching for salvation. "Ryan, will you marry me? Please, come for me. Please." Ryan paused for a few seconds, and when he finally spoke, his voice was icier than ever. "Elaine's pregnant. My promises mean nothing now." Just then, a clear chime sounded. "Task objective achieved: Be rejected by the male lead one hundred times.

—D Is it real? Or is it Richard, playing more games? I don't know. But I'm out of options. Out of time. Out of hope. So I choose to trust. One more time. One more day. Then I'll know if Damien Cross is my savior or my destroyer. If we're partners or enemies. If love's real or if I've been playing myself this whole time. Tomorrow. Everything changes tomorrow.

If this kind of triumph comes with being Liam's contract wife along with the monetary benefits, then I'm going to enjoy this role a lot more than I should. As we turn the corner and the other girls disappear from view, Liam says to me, “I leave you for five minutes and you're already stirring up drama.” “Do I look like the kind of woman who stirs up drama?” I roll my eyes, striding alongside him. “Perhaps not. But you enjoy it way too much.” I agree, “How can I not when drama seems to follow me everywhere I go, Mr Everhart? It's not like you didn't take part in the drama either. And besides, isn't that what our relationship is all about? Drama?”

He never loves me, nor trusts me… so, it's better I walk away to save myself some dignity. It's now crystal clear that none of the Grayson brothers love me. Not River. Not Rylan. Maybe, I'm not destined to be loved, but always the one who loves. Once everything is settled with Rylan, I will walk away from everything and just stay on my own. No mate. No love. Just me, figuring life out myself. I push myself up from bed, make my way towards the bathroom and step into the shower. The cool water drips down my body and when I remember the times Rylan and I spend in the shower, fucking ourselves, the dam breaks.

My Love. THE END!!

" and the third question was do I love someone so much that I can't live without that person??? Cable: the answer is I do love you my little kitten I swore I cannot live without you. please do not leave please *crying * Steve and Leo and all other staff were so sad to see Cable, Cable hacked his phone if Emma called or not but no there was nothing ... Cable: Emma did you leave?? Emma??? Cable waited long but there was nothing Cable looked at Leo and Steve and then again at his phone and started crying more thinking Emma left. Steve was worried he prayed for a miracle to happen and Leo was worried too. His eyes were also watery. Cable in mind. "Emma don’t leave please, please don't leave plea

Love yourself! END.