Novel & Cerita Ruined By Love

The tears came thick and fast, heavy, silent sobs. But she wasn't just weeping for her own exhaustion anymore. A darker, more suffocating thought wrapped around her throat. She wept because it felt as though love, in any form, was a vector for destruction. Every man who entered her orbit ended up broken. Rex had utterly destroyed himself, drowning in his own late-stage regrets and unraveling his life trying to undo the past. Now Daniel, whose honor was his life, had systematically dismantled his own career in a single night.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — Aphrodite — Some people think the worst part is breaking someone. They’re wrong. The worst part is when they still love you afterward. When they look at you the way Duncan Moretti did that night—with eyes that begged to forget and hands that ached to destroy. When they love you so much they want to see you ruined, just to feel a little less broken themselves. That’s the kind of love you never walk away from. That’s the kind of love that scars.

Her broken dreams and the love that eluded her were painfully brought back to memory with every heartbeat. Her spirit seemed irreversibly damaged; it had previously been so strong and full of optimism. Her world's brilliant hues had faded to a dull gray, and the future she had previously looked forward to felt like a far-off dream. Alone to navigate the rubble of her broken existence, she was a woman adrift in a sea of grief, abandoned by the one person she had trusted with her heart.

They are dry, replaced by this desolate aridity. I love him. And this love has become a prison. A torture chamber where every happy memory turns into an instrument of suffering. Our trip to Italy. His laugh when he made me taste a wine too full-bodied. His hand on my belly, on evenings when we spoke of future children. Everything is poisoned. Love and betrayal have mingled, forming a venom circulating in my veins. I cannot extract it without tearing out my heart. I hear him move on the other side of the door. A shuffling step. Then nothing more. He is there, in the ruins of our bedroom. In the ruins of us.

He coughed out blood, "I'm sure we would have his head. But then you came. You and the love you represent. You ruined it. I loved her. I loved her like a whisper. I loved her quietly. And I was waiting. Waiting until she finally succeeded. So I could love her as loudly as she wanted. But you? Your love made her weak. The same way his love gets her broken. Your love is contaminated, weakening and stupid. But my love? My love gets her protected. My love makes her grow. My love makes her free. My love gets our freedom. So there you have it. The answer you truly wanted."

She soon showed me a bathroom attached to a room. I rushed inside and closed the door behind me, the lock clicking with a sense of finality. I immediately grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My panties were soaked, and my breathing was heavy, ragged. A wave of confusion and self-loathing washed over me. Why was I craving and getting wet for someone I hated? Someone I was supposed to hate?

Tears fell onto her hands, burning with pain. She broke down, crying heartbrokenly as she held the ruined gown. It was just like her love story, which had once shone like diamonds, but now it was shattered and worthless.

I really didn’t want to remember anything about that psychopath. Sarah suddenly frowned and pointed at my neck. “Ruby… what happened to your neck?” I quickly covered it with my hand and forced a smile that felt more fake than my entire life right now. Just then my phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Get me coffee. Of course I knew who it was. Zane Blackwood. I ignored the message and looked back at Sarah, thankful she didn’t see it. “Mosquitoes,” I said quickly, pulling my scarf higher to cover the mark. “I got bitten.”

I never did anything wrong just because I did not want to see my parents ashamed. Just because of the king, now I am ruined. The king has not only taken my virginity but he has also ruined me. I am sitting on the bed and tears are flowing out of my eyes like an endless stream. I am feeling so much pain in my heart and I see no cure for this. Why did the king have to love me? What special did I have that caught his eye? I wish he had loved someone else. In this way, at least my life would not have gotten ruined. His love has destroyed my peace and has brought only destruction to my world.

The way he looked at her like she hung the moon, while she barely looked at him at all. And standing there now, in her new husband's mansion, it was hard not to wonder if she had ever loved him in the first place. “He destroyed my life. He ruined my future, so you think I’m going to forgive him for that?” she blurted. I froze. The words hit me so hard I almost thought I had heard her wrong. “How?” I asked slowly, arching an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Her lips parted, but no words came out.