Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

Finally, I got the answer to my question which had been disturbing me for three long days, but it didn’t give me any relief. It hurts even more now. He says he loves me, but how can love exist without trust? Instead of speaking to me like a grown man, instead of looking me in the eyes and asking for the truth, he chose to break me with cruelty. When someone truly loves you, they don’t rip you open just to watch you bleed. They don’t treat you like you’re disposable. Love doesn’t destroy. It protects, it listens, it believes. The truth is he never loved me. This realisation brings fresh tears to my eyes. He never truly cared about me.

he repeated, whispering, the words both mantra and lament, the acknowledgment of a truth he could not escape. Adrian understood now that love without consent is hollow. That power without trust is fragile. That influence without freedom is meaningless. And for the first time, he experienced grief in its purest form-not for himself, but for the life he could never reclaim with her, the love he had never truly given, and the person she had become beyond his reach.

He is right, this is the first time I hate lying especially to the girl I just met, I know sooner or later she will know the truth and she will never forgive me for this. Doesn't matter how much I hate that man Maxon but he was still loyal to me, in fact, he was a part of our family and Marcus will pay for it even if I have to hurt Elina.

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

He blocked Monica's number and nervously entered my hospital room. "Honey, are you thirsty?" he asked attentively, peeling an orange for me. However, I had completely given up on him. Hence, his performance of devotion now seemed utterly ridiculous to me. "Who are you putting on this act for?" I asked coldly. His movements froze as he looked at me pleadingly. "I'm sorry, honey. I know what I did was terrible, but I truly realize my mistake now. He begged, "Can you please give me a chance to make it right? I swear I'll treat you well from now on and never again—"

The way her eyes looked when she dropped her guard and let me in. Fuck, I turned around and went back. I didn’t knock, I just opened the door and stepped in. She was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She lifted her head when she saw me. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, like she regretted telling me the truth. I walked over slowly and sat beside her. “Don’t be.” “You shouldn’t love me,” I said quietly. “I’ve done too many unforgivable things.” “I know,” she replied just as softly. “But I still do.”

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

If she had been able to love, then she would also be able to let go. No, she didn't hate him. Hate was too heavy a word. She no longer wanted to carry that weight for his sake. She finished her words, climbed into her car, and drove away without a backward glance. Graham stood frozen on the roadside. His fists clenched so tightly the veins bulged. Then, with a sudden roar, he punched the trunk of a nearby tree. Blood immediately streaked across his knuckles. He stood there for a long time, eyes red, muttering under his breath, "I don't believe it. There's no way she's really let go."

"You're not strong, Lavinia. You're only strong in oppressing others to feel your worth. But honestly, no one like you deserves true love." She gave me a serious look. "You may have his attention now, but you'll never have his heart. True love can't be manufactured, and it certainly can't be sustained by lies. One day, the truth will catch up with you, and you'll realize the emptiness of your so-called victories." I added, turning away from them. Suppressing sobs, I ran wherever my feet took me. I no longer cared where I was headed because the pain I felt now was more unbearable. I wanted to escape everything because every part of my heart seemed to have no place for pain.

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.