Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

“You’re my everything.” I nodded, but Sophia’s shadow loomed, her green tea bitterness a poison I couldn’t ignore. In my journal, I wrote: 'Love demands trust, but trust demands truth. How do I love him when his past poisons my present?' The question hung, unanswered, as I sketched a fractured gem, a symbol of a heart breaking but holding.

She could feel him looking at her but refused to five any kind of reaction and stared directly ahead at the Minister. “Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s faults but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope. It is always ready to endure whatever comes. True love does not come to an end.”

Not anymore. “I love you,” I whispered. My voice cracked on the last word. “That’s not a lie.” He stared at me for a long, punishing silence. Then, finally, he touched my face—not tender, not cruel, but like a man memorizing something he was about to lose. His thumb brushed my cheek, and I leaned into it, desperate for that contact. “Love without truth,” he said softly, “is theater. And I have no use for performances.” The words broke me.

Because once it does, once it steps beyond what it was told to be, once it exists without permission, there is no going back. No returning to the comfort of clear lines. No pretending that things are as simple as they once seemed. Only the truth remains. And the truth is this. Love was never meant to follow rules. And the moment it refuses to, everything else must learn to change.

That was the moment I realized I could never afford to be weak. I had loved my mother with all my heart, and look where that had gotten me. Love didn’t protect her. Love didn’t save her. Love had destroyed her. And I refused to let it destroy me. From that day on, I swore I would never let anyone see my heart. I would become everything my father expected me to be—cold, controlled, untouchable. Because if there was one thing my father had taught me, it was that in this world, love was not a gift.

"Go on" "She was cursed by her stepmother who pronounced that her lover would die few months after they both fall in love with each other. It became a vicious cycle. She would meet with him, centuries after centuries. She would fall in love with him and he would die. This became her fate and when they met again, she decided to keep the truth from him" I said and paused when I realized that I had been stroking his hair all along. "Please, don't stop" he whispered and I took a deep breath and continued to stroke the silky strands of his hair.

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

I caught everyone’s attention and started laughing with what I just said. I pursed my lips. There’s nothing funny but everyone seems to laugh at what I said. I am telling the truth. It is really my dream to become the emperor of heaven’s apprentice. Why? Is he that old? Omo~ they might think that I have a crush on him. Or is it because they think that I am a woman. No. No. No. Impossible. “No. I don’t have a crush on the emperor of heaven. It’s just that I really admire him as my role rule model. I only want—”

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She looked at her brothers—her family—and thought, this is what Sloane will never understand. You can buy influence. You can fake loyalty. But you can’t counterfeit love. And when the truth came to light—and it would—Sloane Monroe and Damon Smith would finally learn what it meant to cross a Cross.