Love Unbreakable Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

All the years I spent loving him, sacrificing for him, staying loyal to him… and he called me ordinary. “Leave,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. He raised an eyebrow, laughing coldly. “Excuse me? This house is under my name. Everything here is mine. Where will you go? You have no money saved, no job of your own, no family here. You have nothing without me, Chesca. You can’t survive out there alone.” I wiped my tears and lifted my chin high. For the first time in three years, I saw him clearly. The man I loved was selfish, cruel, and unworthy of every bit of love I gave him.

“About us. About how lucky I am.” Liviana kissed him deeply, the kind of kiss that said everything words couldn’t. “Then don’t stop. I don’t want you to.” Their bond felt unbreakable now, built on months of trust, patience, and love that had survived the darkest times. The path to Chapter 85 was clear—deeper intimacy, stronger connection, the culmination of everything they had built together.

“Yes.” Lucian’s jaw clenched. “Damn it…” Chase pressed a hand to his chest. “It’s pulling me to you. Harder than before. It’s like….like it never broke.” “It broke,” I whispered. “I felt it break.” Chase’s voice softened. “Maybe it didn’t break all the way. Maybe part of it stayed alive because… because I never stopped loving you.” Lucian let out a loud scoff. “Here we go. The lying begins.”

How he sulked like a kicked puppy over the room arrangements, how his stupid chuckle made my stomach flip, how his smile — rare and real and devastating — makes my heart race even now just thinking about it. My cheeks are hot despite the cold. My pulse won’t settle. I know the answer. I know the stupid, pathetic, terrifying answer to Rayana’s question. But I shake my head anyway. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I don’t… I don’t know if I’m capable of loving someone anymore. Of loving him correctly.” Rayana’s expression softens. The sharp edges fade, and for a moment she looks almost human. Almost kind. “You are,” she says quietly. “Trust me, Ember. The broken ones love hardest. We just need longer

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

“But we are. And we’ve earned it. Every heartbreak, every fight, every mistake—it brought us back here, to this moment, fully and honestly.” I let out a soft laugh, leaning into him. “And to think, I once thought love like ours could never survive the storms.” Darius kissed the top of my head. “Love like ours doesn’t just survive, Althea. It grows stronger because of them. It becomes something enduring, something unbreakable.” I turned in his arms, meeting his gaze. “Unbreakable, huh?” “Unbreakable,” he confirmed, brushing a thumb across my cheek. “At least as long as we keep choosing each other every day.”

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

Thudding sounds echoing with every pant. Love is overrated anyway. He doesn’t even want me. If he knew who I really was—what I was—he’d not only avoid me. He’d hate me. Kayleigh snarls at me, but I shut her out. The wind whips my face, tugging at my hair, but I don’t stop until I see the bonfire again. Thank Goddess for Eva—who is rambling about some celebrity crush. I slip into the seat beside her, a practiced smile that betrays my trembling hands. If I stay quiet enough, maybe no one will notice I’m falling apart.

I started my new cycle of studies, at the university I tried to avoid Anabel and Cristián, I did not want to see them again in my life, she because he would make my life impossible and he because he lied to me when he told me that he loved me and that he would never leave me, but that promise was broken. "Hey little one," I hear someone call me as I made my way to my classroom. "Oh, hi Marcos," I greet him when I turn around and see that it was him, "how are you?"

Okay I might have over exaggerated a little bit, the blind can't see but anyone who've seen Daniel around Lola wouldn't need a shrink to tell them he's in love. "See what?" Lola asked confused. "He loves you Lol" I told her in a duh tone "And I know you love him too" "I do not love him" She defended in a disbelieving tone. "Yes you do" I argued back and her cheeks got even redder than it already was. "I hate it when you're right" She released a sighed "Omg, I love him" Her eyes were almost out of her eye socket. "Of course you do dummy and great news he does also, that makes two of you" I told her in a cheerful tone.