My Love Was His Cure Novel Novels & Stories

It took him a long time to get through probation, and during those two years, I never bought any new clothes. At that time, we were living in a shabby rental but were determined to buy a house together. When we finally saved enough to afford a two-bedroom apartment in the city, he transferred all the money to his mistress. My lips trembled, and I felt my chest tightening. Just as I curled up on the bed clutching my chest, Ian walked in. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Why was she only given glucose?" A young nurse came in and replied meekly, "Dr. Doyle cancelled the prescription."

Maya covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming faster now. I clenched my fists. “All my life, I’ve been searching for a way out. A way to break free of his hold. And then… I met Drasa.” Her name left my lips like a prayer, steadying me. “She is the cure,” I said softly. “Her power, what she carries in her bloodline, it’s the key. She doesn’t just stand a chance against Lucien. She’s the only one who can undo what he’s done to me. To countless others. But it comes with a price.”

While fixing his coffee, Dexter hears the word that makes his heart swell with joy and pride. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Taerin repeats over and over. Dexter spins around like a perfect top with his icy blue eye stretched wide. "He picks his baby up, calling. Taesha!" He shouts excitedly down the hallway. "Taesha, wake up! Rin called me daddy!" Taesha smiled at her husband. "Yes, you are, daddy." Dexter Lee experienced joy upon joy! He was no longer a broken billionaire. Why? He had found his true love, his wife, and life as a happily married man, and that was all the cure he needed.

“Then I met a shaman. He told me the cure was witch’s blood—the blood of a witch your heart beats for. The blood of the witch you love.” He swallowed hard, guilt lacing his tone. “I tried everything. I killed. I bled innocents dry. But the curse never faded. Until I met Isla.” His voice softened. “She was light in my darkness. I fell in love with her, even though I knew what I was. Even though I knew what I would become.” The words fell heavy, each one carrying a lifetime of regret.

The girl, whom he might have started loving more than his own self, it was her, who deserved nothing but his hatred? His heart refused to believe it. Nothing had ever pained this much. It was like, someone had peeled all those brutal wounds of his cruel past, which had not even healed in all these years, but now they had started burning awfully. They had started hurting him all over again, and it was just because of her. That girl, in whom he had found his cure.

There are curses of infertility, illness, mutilation, altered appearance, and many other unpleasant things. But no matter how terrible a curse may be, if it is reversible—there is a way to lift it. And the answer is as old as the world itself: a very strong positive emotion. In particular, love is the key to breaking many, many curses. So, in general, nothing surprising there. Flipping through the book until midnight, I realized that Karadeylis has precisely a curse affecting his appearance—and some ailments as well. And since he walks, lives, and functions, the curse is most likely reversible—which means it can be removed.

he said. “What?” “Ended the curse.” I looked up at him. “There was never a curse,” I said softly. “Only choices.” He kissed my forehead. “Then you made the right ones.” And as the sun lowered behind us, painting the house in amber and gold, I finally believed that to be true. The story hadn’t ended with war. It ended with roots. It ended with truth. It ended with love—not the kind that demands blood, but the kind that forgives it.

I snapped, not taking my eyes off her, “I want to leave.” “That’s impossible.” He came to stand beside me, leaning casually against the railing. His gaze bore into my profile, sharp enough to cut. “Whatever is happening to you cannot be treated with any medicine or herb,” he paused, and I could hear the humor in his tone before he said it. “I don’t have a cure for lovesick wolves.” My jaw tightened as I slowly turned my head toward him. “Don’t assume.”

Francesco accepted the bedding without a word and went to prepare the guest room himself. After showering and lying down in bed, fragments of his past with Adriana surfaced in his mind. Those memories felt vivid and real, as though he truly had loved her once. But the moment the thought emerged, another, stronger force crushed it down immediately. In the end, all that remained in his mind was disgust toward Adriana. That's right. How could he possibly fall in love again with a woman who had abandoned him? The pain throbbing on the right side of his head made sleep impossible. Dr. Leiden Jacke had told him that one injection every month would suppress the pain.

Sterling’s POV After scanning through my recent doctor’s report, my vitals are improving greatly after the hire. I can finally get eight hours of sleep and read some books I’ve put off. Miss Knox works so efficiently and it’s only been 3 weeks. After a long meeting with the Dao group, I’m completely exhausted. As I walk into the manor, Miss Knox’s hallway to her room is lit. I sigh with a sense of pride. I dragged myself to the shower, casually singing an old school song Starry night.