Love Unbreakable Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

It took some time but I finally understand our love isn't one to mend you, it's one to break you into a thousand pieces and have the other person put back the pieces, but you're never put together correctly because the pieces are more shattered than last time it's hard to know where they belong, so when fixing each other, you place them where you think they fit and it leaves just enough damage to break into more pieces the next time, and the time after that, until you're broken to specs- Barely visible and unfixable, that's the point we're at now. Both of us are broken beyond repair, we've been broken since before each other but I thought I could mend us, fix us when we saw each other but no

Chapter 19 Tank I watched in heartbreak as my girl went round the corner, leaving me forever. I know it was my choice, but it still bought pain like I had never felt before. I knew she was leaving, Julia had come to rip me a new one when she found out we broke up. I couldn’t even defend myself. I was never gonna find another woman like her. She was everything, my whole world. I loved her, more than I loved any other person. I couldn’t even tell her.

They call him the most dangerous billionaire in New York City, and I still went ahead and fell in love with him. Now my heart is broken. I take a deep breath, stiffen my jaw and give him my own vows; “On this day, Mason Lachlan, I vow to hate you until I draw my last breath. I loved you once, maybe a part of me still does, but I vow never, ever to show you that weak part of me ever again. I'm broken because you broke me, but I vow to pick myself from the pieces and when I do, I vow to fight back.

The one that decides how this ends. His hand lifted. not grabbing. not holding. Just reaching toward where I was. “I’m not losing you again,” he said. The words soft but breaking because now this wasn’t strength. this was love refusing to let go. My chest shattered because I wanted that. oh my Goodness—I wanted it more than anything. but I felt the truth beneath everything. “If we don’t let this happen “then everything we fixed... starts breaking again.” The silence that followed was absolute because now this was it. the final line. the one we couldn’t cross.

And the man who had proposed to me on the rooftop was still fighting — for control, for me, and for the future we refused to let anyone take away. We had nine hours. Nine hours to break the system. Nine hours to destroy Charles’s shadow empire. Nine hours to prove that love — real, messy, defiant love — was stronger than any code ever written. Shawn pulled me onto the couch as the sun set, his body trembling against mine. His hand slid under my robe, fingers stroking me with slow, deliberate precision, keeping me on the edge for what felt like hours. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips, voice thick with emotion. “Not the programming. Not the anchor. You.”

I had never felt wronged before, but the tears just refused to stop. They flowed until the doctor came to check on me. He subtly scolded Joshua, "She's injured and still crying her eyes out! Ha! If you're going to keep making your girlfriend cry, just break up with her and give her a way out!" I did not find a way out. Jack came looking for me on the fifth day of my hospital stay. That day was supposed to be his engagement day with Lina. Aside from the first two days, Jack had been texting me for the last three days.

“Nothing broken can touch us again.” In that quiet, rain-soaked morning, Amara understood something profound: the power to break free from the past lay not in escaping it, but in choosing love that honors her, respect that strengthens her, and a partnership that guards her heart against every storm. Darren’s promises were broken. But hers and Liam’s were unbreakable. And that was the truth she carried into the day, into the celebration, and into every tomorrow that awaited them: that real love could withstand manipulation, deceit, and fear, and emerge stronger, freer, and unshakably whole.

About the hell I'd lived through for the last seven years. But when I started getting into the darker stuff, he just shook his head. "You've been through enough," he said. "Let me make the future easier." And slowly… I started to believe him. The pain, the betrayal, Dora's cold little voice. They all began to fade, just a little. Then one afternoon, my phone rang. It was Fiona. I almost didn't answer, but something in me said pick it up. "Catrina," she said, voice trembling. "Please… Luca...he's not doing well. He's hurt. Please come. And Dora… Dora needs you."

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — Aphrodite — Some people think the worst part is breaking someone. They’re wrong. The worst part is when they still love you afterward. When they look at you the way Duncan Moretti did that night—with eyes that begged to forget and hands that ached to destroy. When they love you so much they want to see you ruined, just to feel a little less broken themselves. That’s the kind of love you never walk away from. That’s the kind of love that scars.

I slightly massage it. “Good day, Ma’am. What do you want from me, and how can I help you?” I asked her politely and then she slowly gets more reachable. Her expression softens, though. “My son, I think he still in love with you. But you broke up with him. Why you hurt him?” “I think you misunderstood, Ma’am. We broke up because we both wanted it.” [Sad] I think he loves you more than to his own mother.