Marshall Glaze Love Is Blind の小説・ストーリー

Dear Malia, I know this may come as a shock to you but I've been searching for you. It was too late for me to find out that I had a twin sister. Also, when I found out about my illness, I knew I had to find you. But I only have a limited time, I'm hoping Timothee can be the one to find you. I need your help, Malia. I need you to take my place, to be me, so that my legacy can live on. I know it's a lot to ask but I have no one else to turn to. You're my only hope, Malia. I love you.

"I beg with my back turned off o her. I turn to her slowly, and she stares at me. Her perfect gray eyes, piercing into my soul. " I'm sorry, Amos. I love someone else. I love Damon. I still love Damon... I'm... I'm sorry. "She replies, and I let go of her. She stares at me for a second before turning around and walking off. Drying her tears with the long sleeve of her shirt. I stand in the miserable silence of the room as a line of tears flows down my face. She loves Damon.

even if she wasn't looking at me, the pain through her eyes is visible, enough for me to see it barely. “When you love, you give it all. You blind yourself from everything because you love him. The saying is true, love is blind. It is really blind, because we're the ones who blind ourselves when we love.” Right through that tiny smile of hers, I can tell how tough her journey was. The dark past of her love story could be told by that smile. “I don't know if I should give him a chance and get swayed by his flowery words again,” I mentioned and now looked away.

And yet… it didn’t matter. Because we were here. Together. Finally. And even if the universe itself had bent impossibly to make it happen, the feelings, the love, the longing, the devotion, were ours. And they were real. Gloss stared at me, his tears shimmering, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, just staring. I held his gaze, my own chest tight with emotion, the air between us trembling with possibility, with acknowledgment, with the raw intensity of truths finally spoken. And in that moment, I knew that nothing, no glitch, no system, no wish, no past life, could undo the bond that had finally been made real.

“Xavier. I’m obsessed with him. Yes, I’ll marry him. I’ll give him what he needs, no matter what it costs me.” Gloria’s mouth opened, then closed, her mind racing to comprehend what she’d just heard. Her usually sharp wit failed her, leaving her speechless as the weight of Skye’s declaration settled in her chest like a boulder. In that moment, Gloria knew her friend was lost—consumed by a love that would either save her or destroy her.

But that piercing gaze lasted only a few seconds. Slowly, Raven looked down at the table. It seemed he was starting to realize where Gia’s words were leading. "You can't expect my love, Haze. I'll never love anyone in this world," Raven whispered softly. "If that's what you want, fine. I won’t hope anymore. But let me go. I want to return to London," Gia replied flatly. Though she tried to stay calm, Gia’s tear ducts had other ideas—they sprang to life, quickly forming tears.

"The Kingsley funds are delayed." "Delayed? We literally married Avery off to that blind man so we wouldn't have to deal with 'delayed' ever again!" Elaine huffed, crossing her arms and leaning over his desk, pushing him for answers. "We saved Kendra from that defective husband, and for what? To be embarrassed at a register?" "The transaction is stuck in legal audit," Collin muttered.

"Edward, is this really what you think of me after all this time? Whether you believe me or not, I was knocked out and brought here. I didn't hurt her. "Edward, I'm telling the truth, and it really hurts." Chloe acted like she was in agony, clinging to Edward for comfort. Edward's heart ached for Chloe as he snatched the knife from the ground. The look in his eyes as he stabbed my hand was void of the love that once lived there, replaced by pure loathing. "If you won't confess even on the brink of death, then consider this your punishment for the wrongs you've done. From now on, you're on your own."

I am Marisa Glacey Crossel-Haidey. I am married to a guy name Claymon Diel Haidey, for our company and my parents, It's not that I don't like or I like him, I just see a lot of sadness in his eyes and the cold eyes that he always gives me and a disgust looks just like how my mother disgusts me, that's why I choose to stay for him. Did I ever love him? I don't know.

Now, he had to marry her. Winston replied, "Mom, I'm touched by what Millie did. However, being touched isn't love!" He didn't realize a figure had stopped outside their door. Gloria glared at him and asked, "Then what do you think love is?" Winston frowned. The words Millie said yesterday echo in his ears: