Ruined By Love Novels & Stories

" Anirudh said with a sad smile and grabbed the door of the car Soon enough with a loud noise the car blasted killing both of them together. Here the journey of Antara ended. She was broken by love but that love was her own along with the love of Raichand brothers. Love is destructive love is vicious love can break anyone. Love can do both. It can break or mend a person, what a person gets, that is his or her fate. Love has different definitions. Which one you believe and want is your choice. Three of them loved each other but their definition of love was different.

Now they were not going to look at me the same way they looked at me the night before. And I didn’t find anything inside of me that wanted to be mad. Who would want to love a pair of damaged goods such as myself? Trust me, even the greatest love or obsession was bound to one hell of a humiliating failure. No one was ever going to lay down and settle for someone without a womb, or worse, who has been gang-raped over and over again by a bunch of losers who were still trying to figure out how to fuck a pussy. I heaved a huge bothered sigh and turned on my back, covering my eyes with my arm. A soft hand snaked beneath the sheets before settling on my flat stomach. I froze,

My world had narrowed to this loop, this endless circuit of suffering. Antonio's rules were absolute. He had been crystal clear from the very first day. His heavily accented voice still echoed in my mind: "You think you are strong, but you are nothing. You think you have endured, but you know nothing of true endurance. I will break you down to build you up. I will make you hate me, hate yourself, hate the very air you breathe—and then, only then, will you begin to become strong."

I cling to her, trying to calm myself. "Oh, my poor daughter..." Mom gently strokes my hair. "What happened?" "I love him, Mom... I've always loved him..." I whisper through my tears. "Dad ruined everything by making up that story about him taking advantage of me and who knows what other nonsense... I was going to become his Luna. Harry loved me, and I loved him too. Now there's nothing left..." I know Harry confessed his love for me, but after the humiliating scene my father caused in front of the entire pack, I doubt he'll ever want to see me again.

“How am I supposed to trust you when you literally married me to ruin me and also took my father’s company, making us believe you were helping?” “You’re half right,” he said. “I didn’t take your father’s company under mine. It’s still yours. I just made it look that way to scare you...and it worked. And as for ruining you…” His eyes darkened, his voice dropping into something sinful. “That’s always been the plan. To ruin you in bed.” Her jaw dropped. “You’re disgusting. You say these things like they’re nothing.”she said wondering how he got this bad. “Why? Does it get you wet?”

He murmured and the tears brimmed in my eyes before I could stop it. “I know she has been awful to me but I don't want to lose my mother” I whispered and he immediately leaned down to kiss away my tears while I sobbed. “I understand that but sometimes, we have to lose someone we love in order to love ourselves” He said and his words only made me cry more. “Since when did you get so wise?” I asked through my tears and he chuckled. “Well, I've been in your shoes before and it took me a while to get out of it but once I did, life became better” He said and wiped away my tears as I stared into his eyes.

The question sat on my mind like a loaded gun. I tossed my phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands, my full hair falling forward like a curtain. My body still hummed from the frantic orgasm I’d chased earlier while thinking of Harrison, but the pleasure had curdled into ash. “Daddy’s dirty little secret.” The words tasted like betrayal now, I had let Marcus use me because I was broken, because Harrison had shown me what real desire felt like and then left me starving in this gilded cage, and now someone else knew. A knock on the door made me jolt upright.

He followed me over the edge, thrusting deep and staying there, his whole body shuddering, his grip on me so tight it would bruise later, his face buried in my neck where I felt his breath hot and ragged against my skin. We stayed like that. The wall held us up. Down the hall, nothing moved. Afterwards the room was very quiet and I was still and something in my chest felt cracked open in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant and wasn’t entirely not. “This is ruining me,” I said. He didn’t argue. He didn’t offer comfort or counter it or soften it with something easier. “I know,” he said. I turned my head to look at him. “Say it means something,” I said. “I need you to say it.”

“I can’t.” He kissed me. Not like the library. Not desperate. Devastated. Like a man saying goodbye. When he broke it, he pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re not my asset anymore. You’re not my queen. You’re my ruin.” “Then let me ruin you,” I whispered. “Stop fighting it.” He laughed. Broken sound. “You don’t understand. If I let you in—if I love you—they will use you to destroy me. And I will let them. I’ll burn the whole world down and still lose.”

That truth gutted me more than anything Ram ever did. I thought I had already lost everything when I walked away from Ram, but in London, I realized I’d lost far more than him. I’d lost my family, my home, the life I once knew. And in their place, all I had was silence… and the ghost of a love that refused to die. It was hard, unimaginably hard, but Macy became my reason to keep breathing. My light through every sleepless night. My reminder that even after love ruins you, something pure can still grow from what’s left behind.