My Love Was His Cure Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything related to the treatment is fictional. Do not take it seriously. Author Pov "Lucifer King, can you hear me?" Catelin gulped standing out of the room. She stared at the only man she ever loved with sad eyes. She knew the misunderstanding that had entered Lucifer's heart can never be removed just by words. She needs to prove to him that she's truly in love with him but again. Curing him has always been her biggest motive. Maybe she's indeed selfish. Selfish for him and his parents. She has accepted everything and is even ready to endure his every given pain but she wants him to be cured. And there was only one way he could be cured.

"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.

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**

She said, "I know." "Ha!" the man exclaimed. He was curious. "Aren't you madly in love with him? You rejected me because of him and blocked my number. You even went as far as to set up a bet to force me out of Seaport. What happened? Did you get dumped?" Sadie replied honestly, "Yes, I did. I was too blind to tell the difference between a man and a bastard." The man was standing in front of French windows, looking out at the view from a random villa in Capitol City. He had a mysterious smile on his face.