My Daughter Taught Me To Stop Chasing Love Novels & Stories

She looked away, her mouth tightening. “And there’s one more thing you should know,” I continued, my voice growing stronger. “Father won’t be ashamed of me for standing up for my heart. He taught me what honesty means, what real love looks like, and he showed me that sometimes love comes in the most unexpected ways.” “He loved me with all his heart, and I learned from him what it means to truly love someone with everything inside you.” Her jaw twitched. For a second, I saw her blink rapidly. A flicker of moisture touched her lashes, but she turned her face away quickly. I knew her too well—those weren’t tears of understanding. Those were tears of guilt, the ones she’d never admit to.

I knew she must have shared the same feelings and thoughts like dad for my protection. “Daddy! I have been seeing you guys and your encompassing and intense love for each other since my consciousness kicked in. You taught me to never give up on your loved ones, love can win everything. And I believed it. I believe you. Jordan is my first love, I liked him. And giving up on him without any specific reason would be cowardness and weakness on my part. You both taught me the language of Love and I want it to be printed in my heart forever. I want to be loved and happy. And my happiness will reside where I would be with my love.”

Chase said. "Is that right? So you finally decided to grow some balls. Too bad it's for the wrong reason," Chase's father shook his head as if he was disappointed in him. "I love her, dad. I never loved anyone in my life. I won't let you take her away." For the first time, I believed Chase. "This isn't your choice to make, especially when you are over here trying to defy me. There is a lesson to be learned, and that is never to cross me. Put the gun down, and let my men take her away," his dad said.

But to my defence, I would say I didn’t force myself on her with a sane mind, I was taught roughness regardless of my mother’s half teaching about love, I learnt half meaning of love that was rounded off by this incredible woman who taught me the real meaning of love. My people said there was no such thing as love. But secretly my mother taught, love is everywhere as it simply took an eye to spot it in the air. Those were the very eyes I was missing. But then she came and became my eye. Finally, I knew what love was. Love could not be harsh, instead, it had the power to turn a rock into a mould of a candle.

He said and I let out a sigh of relief. “For a moment there I thought you were talking about something else." “About what?" Ayo looked confused. “Forget about that, but you don't need to rush into anything, don't spend all your money on her because you want to please her, that will only turn you to her new ATM machine. You get?" “Yeah but how can I prove that I love her?" He said helplessly and I signed. “Man you got so much to learn, luckily for you, you have the master of the ladies to teach you." I said, sounding proud.

She spoke softly wiping away the tears from her daughter's eyes. Sophia was stunned at her mother's words. She had understood a lot in just a small conversation. "If love is giving you a chance, never deny it. You never know, when it might go away. Take care." Ila gently patted her daughter's head and stood up from the bed. She knew she had done her bit and the rest was upto Sophia to decide what she wanted to do.

“You know, Grandfather said something interesting this morning. I mean, he was confused, but… he started talking about my father, and said something that got me thinking.” “What’d he say?” “He said that he taught my father how to fight, but not how to love.” Nina frowned, but didn’t respond. “And I guess that’s what my own father turned around and did for me,” I continued. “Taught me to fight. Taught me to be a good Luna. Taught me nothing about love. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I’d know how to do it.” Nina kept her eyes on the road. “Maybe love is overrated,” she said. “Maybe it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”

I deflected. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable answering her question. My mind started replaying memories of my time with Chase, especially the moment I gave myself to him. It was like a broken record that kept flashing in my mind. "You know, someone once told me that we never truly stop loving our first love. Yes, we learn to love someone else, but it doesn’t mean our feelings for our first love completely disappear. Instead, they’re just buried under a new love. And when our hearts become vacant again, those feelings resurface—especially if we reconnect with our first love," Savina explained at length.

Her voice was hoarse, broken, gesturing vaguely between us. I set my bag down, stepping forward, my own voice steady despite the lump in my throat. "Mom, we're not choosing against you. We're choosing us. You slapped me—your own daughter—because you couldn't handle the truth. But this love? It's not going away. Remember when you told me about leaving your first husband? You said love sometimes means hard choices. Well, this is ours."

“Would it have stopped you from ruining your marriage? From opening your legs for your stepson?” I froze. The heat in my chest flared like fire. “You know what, Ruth?” I said quietly, coldly. “I used to wonder why you never showed me love. Why you always made me feel like I had to earn your approval. Now I understand. I was never your daughter. Just your sister’s shame.” I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “I’m done begging for scraps of love from people who only ever saw me as a mistake.” She didn’t stop me.