My Love Was His Cure Novel Novels & Stories

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.

Turning around and thinking about what had happened these days, he realized that the love he had for this girl was exceptional, he did not know how to describe his feelings for her. Finally, he turned around and he closed his eyes, all this while, tears did not stop flowing down his face, they had been flowing down incessantly all this while, he did not know for how long he had been crying, but this her departure had already left him somewhat helpless, it had somehow created a hole in his heart, he did not know what to do next, finally fell asleep under the pressure.

He placed his bloodied hand on my face, making me to open my eyes, I looked down at him, tears pouring out of my eyes. He wiped my tears, away as he smiled a little. Everything and everyone started to fade away, as I just looked down at his deep charcoal eyes, that can have anyone writhing in fear. But today, they were filled with emotions, he had regret, he had sorrow, he had love most of all in his eyes. "Maine kaha tha na, Mai Azan ko wapis zarur launga. Dekho le aya. Ab kiu ro rahi ho?" His voice was a soft whisper. As he caressed his hand slightly on my cheek.

He repeated. "Do you like it?" I asked It's a leather shoes. I once saw him looking at it from his phone. When he sleeps, I secretly took his phone and photo the shoes with my phone. I search for it and bought it for him. "How did you get this?" "By the power of love?" I grinned. "Thankyou!" He hugged me really tightly. "Try it." He put it on and smiled. I bet he'll like it, of course he will. It's so beautiful.

My voice was steady, though my insides were in chaos as I asked. “So, cut to the chase. What do you want to know first, Alpha? The cure or my present?” Without a flicker of hesitation, Vincenzo responded promptly. “The cure!” This single word landed between us like a stone in icy water, ripples of disappointment spreading through my chest. I cursed myself silently for my foolish, fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, he would ask about me first. That he had cared enough to wonder how I survived all these years while he poured his love on Cassidy.

Without realizing it, admiration had taken root in her heart—slow, quiet, and dangerous. At first, she denied it. Then she resisted it. But love had a way of growing even when it wasn’t invited. She knew it was foolish. Bianca had said it countless times—though Amelia had never confessed until now. Falling in love with a man who treated marriage like a business deal was bound to end in heartbreak. And yet, every time Ricardo stood silently beside her at public events, every time he defended her reputation with a few cold words, her heart betrayed her reason.

Then tears filled them, soft and shining. “Scarlett,” she whispered. “You’re finally back.” Alexander looked at me too. Relief crossed his face first, quick and obvious. Then his gaze dropped to the case in my arms. “Where is the cure?” he asked. Not “What happened to your leg?” Not “Why are you bleeding?” Not “Are you all right?” Only the cure. I walked farther into the hall, snow melting off my cloak and dripping onto the white stone floor. “It’s here.”

Jacob took his coat off and wrapped it tightly around her, his voice shaking a little, "Lily, I promise this won't happen again." Later, he quarreled with her and never argued again. That night, as recorded in the document, a boy ran halfway across the city in a pair of thin slippers to find his Lily. Same night. Same boyfriend. Different situation. My two years of righteousness are ultimately worthless compared to the five years of first love. The tears stuck to my face and then the wind blew, it was bone-chillingly cold. I reached out to wipe, but the more I wiped more and more.

, I smiled, remembering how romantic it had been, he hadn’t done it in front of people or had gone extreme, it had been in the confines of our beds, with fluttery kisses, there was no way I could have said no to it, “You made it impossible to, with your charms”, “I can't wait to officially make you mine”, “Well you have to”, I said and we both laughed, this moment was precious to me, I could do this forever, “I’m tired of being confined to this wheelchair, you would expect that the cure would have taken all these all at once”, “Calm down my love, it’s just for some days, and soon the cure will work its magic on your legs, beside legs or no legs, I’ll still love you”,

Serena lets out a soft laugh, the kind that comes only after pain has bloomed into joy. I wrap my arm around her, the other resting over our daughter. And in that moment, I know— This is it. Not just the end of waiting, but the beginning of everything. The life I never dared to imagine. The home I never thought I’d find. The cure I never knew I needed. And the love that rewrote everything. **THE END**