Love's Epilogue Novels & Stories

Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million. Holding Brad's hand, she slowly walked out of the hospital room. My vision blurred with tears as I called out softly behind her. "Olivia, I hope you don't regret this." Her footsteps paused briefly. Then she replied, "I hope you and your new lover find happiness too." After she left, I sat alone on the hospital bed and looked down at the photographs in my hand with a bitter smile. Half a month ago, the woman in those photos had suddenly grabbed my arm on the street and pulled me into a tight embrace.

Their vows were a long time ago, but their hearts were still bound. "Have you learned how to love now?" she asked. "That's a silly question," Marion chuckled, holding her close. "I've always loved you." End of the Story, Epilogue Follows

The echoes of their intertwined destinies resounded in the air, a testament to the enduring power of love over hatred. As the final blows were exchanged, Vincent's dark aura wavered, and he crumpled to the ground, defeated. Adrian and Seraphina, though weary, stood triumphant. The birthing sanctuary, once again bathed in the moon's gentle light, bore witness to the resilience of love against the shadows of the past.

When he loved someone, he would give the person everything. When his love disappeared, it felt as though I was being pushed into an abyss. I escaped hurriedly and ran away from the laughter behind me. The screens on the walls kept playing the video of Bailey’s birthday. I hid in the bathroom and took off the dress I had specially prepared for the night. I tossed it into the trash along with my love for Jeremy. The hospital called me again. “The surgery that Mr. Goodman arranged for you is scheduled for tomorrow. You have to come to the hospital tonight and prepare for the surgery.”

Instead, she reaches up, wrapping her hands over his wrists, and nods heavily, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pure joy. Elias smiles, a beautiful, victorious expression, and leans down to press a deep, lingering kiss against her forehead—a sacred seal of his eternal devotion. As the dying sun turns the sky into a blazing tapestry of fire, the lovers stand encapsulated in their own perfect world, bringing their long journey to a flawless, magnificent close. ---End---

Hello my lovies, It’s your author. Hope you all are doing well. Because I am not. I can’t believe we are here. 197 chapters… and we are almost at the end. Thank you for being part of this journey, for loving these characters and for holding onto this story until the very end. We now have only two chapters left. The epilogue. But I don’t want you to think of this as an ending. Because it isn’t. From where it ends, another continues. Romeo and Irene. I know some of you are already curious.

With Rowan insisting that Sophie was just a friend, I chose to dismiss their occasional ambiguous gestures as the kind of excessive familiarity that ignored boundaries. All the unease faded once Sophie found a boyfriend abroad and fell deeply in love. As our engagement party approached, I thought happiness was finally within reach. However, when Sophie broke up with her boyfriend and returned, all my hopes were shattered. It hit me then—Rowan had only ever loved Sophie.

So that was how it really was. It all made sense now. If someone truly loved another person, there was no way they would go over five years without seeing them. What was pathetic was that Leon had actually believed it all. He had heard what the man said too, but before he could react, Phoebe clung to his leg again. She pleaded, "Leon, please take me with you. He's going to kill me, I swear—" Before she could finish, he kicked her hard and shouted, "Get off me!"

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

“How can you treat me like this? We’ve known each other since we were kids! Have you forgotten? When we were little, you said you’d marry me. You even chased away the boys who dared to come near me. “And when I was abroad, all I had to do was say I missed you, and you’d fly over immediately! “Callum, you love me! You just don’t realize it yet!” Her words were like nails sealing the coffin of the argument I had made days ago—how he used the guise of sibling affection to blur the lines of propriety. His face darkened instantly and he shook her off as if her touch burned him. “It’s Eloise that I love,” he stated with cold finality.