Novel & Cerita Novel Punished By His Love

It was the hopeless wail of a man who had lost his woman, a sound torn from the marrow of his bones. Blood, not tears, streaked from the corners of his eyes. The reality he had built on three years of lies and deceit shattered in that instant. Miles crawled forward on his knees. He looked at my bloodless face. He saw the hideous, five-year-old bullet scar peeking out from the collar of my shirt. He reached out a hand, wanting to touch me, but stopped it in mid-air. His entire hand was shaking violently. "I was wrong... Vera, I was wrong..."

“Then earn it. Take your pleasure like you think it’s yours.” He dropped her wrists suddenly. She stumbled, confused, until his meaning hit her. He stepped back just enough, watching her with cruel amusement, daring her. Her hands shook. She could run—toward the locked door, toward nothing. Or she could take what he offered. Her body answered before her mind did. She grabbed his shirt, dragging him back to her mouth, kissing him with teeth and fury. She was going to do to him what he did to her. He loved punishing others, didn't he? Well, it was his turn to be punished and she was going to make sure he was severely punished. It was just that her body was enjoying this too much and she didn't

He, who had once been so high and mighty, was now bowing his head in confession here. "He even abused Isabella within the marriage. Such a person using his power to torment a woman to this extent should be punished by the law!" Jackson's eyes flashed with anger as he slammed his hands on the desk. Jackson's love for her, she always knew. That he would come all this way, across oceans, just to clear her name was more than she could ever have imagined. And Aiden? Apart from silence and those lifeless eyes, she couldn't see any emotion in him at all.

"Goddamned you-." He suddenly came down on top of me, pinning my trashing leg beneath his weight and trying to bury his lips into mine. I felt his manhood growing bigger and shoving forward, and I closed my eyes against the awful pain I knew would come when his manhood forcefully shoved inside me. But I couldn't remain still for a second and immediately struck his shoulders with my fists, bit his lips when he tried to kiss me, and then scratched and pounded at his muscled arms. All was like pissing in the rain. Useless! My mind flashed back to my nameless prisoner back at the Moonshine pack's fortress. Is this a kind of punishment for my sin? Karma must be a bitch then. Leaving those who hur

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

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said Benedict looking up at the end of his sentence and mentioning the Queen's name. The so-called Queen stood up from the chair she was sitting on and walked briskly, her hand lifting her majestic and beautiful dress before the heels of her golden slots stomped on the wound on Benedict's shoulder. A scream rang out as the heel of the shoe pierced the flesh of the damage. Those white, slender legs looked beautiful in the dim light of the torture prison where Benedict was now, but Benedict wasn't interested. He feels more disgust and hates for the woman who once loved with all his heart but betrayed his love because of power.

❤️ LOVE AND PAIN Season 2 — Chapter 80: Promises and Lies Nobody spoke. The hallway seemed to shrink around them. Noah stood frozen in the doorway, staring directly at Seraphine. Not with anger. Not exactly. Something worse. Betrayal. The kind that survives for years. The kind that never fully heals. "You said it was over." Seraphine remained motionless. For once— the woman who always seemed to have an answer had none.

Blake argued, "If love is just about calculation and manipulation, then it isn't really love; it's exploitation. What good is money when you lack everything else? I have a loving family and someone dear in my heart." Cecilia seemed touched by Blake's words for a moment, "Remember, Blake. I am your only kin. I did everything to protect us from suffering. I've been searching for you for years, preparing for the worst. Now that I know you're alive and well, I feel relieved. I admit I've wronged you. Can you forgive me? I decorated the room you stayed in last time myself. I chose the sheet, pillowcases, and the finest swan feather pillows."

If the tears were pouring out of my eyes after seeing that terrible text, now in his warmth, the tears were exploding out and I just wanted to be comforted by him. How could love hurt so much? I had fallen deep for this man when I was supposed not to, and there were all kinds of punishments for it…punishments that I was continually paying for. The first punishment being rejection. He doesn’t even love me back. If he did, all of this would be better. I would not have to pretend to Neil. I would not have to be blackmailed into panic because I had no one to tell. I would not feel so stabbed and broken inside. My heart was broken, and I tried to mend it by filling with someone else… but in the e