Ruthless Love Letter Novels & Stories

"You misunderstand, Cecilia. I don't do love. Love is a weakness, a chain meant for fools. What I have for you is... possession. You’re mine. That’s all there is to it." But even as he spoke, his chest tightened. He hated himself for the way he felt when he saw her. The fire in her eyes, the defiance in her stance—she was unlike anyone he had ever met. She made him feel alive in ways that terrified him. Edward Poletto, the ruthless mafia king who bowed to no one, found himself at her mercy. Yet he could not show it. To love her openly was to expose the vulnerability he had spent his entire life burying beneath layers of power and arrogance.

I reasared myself and slowly held the doorknob as I opened the room, the first thing my eyes caught was the brown envelope laying on the bed, with shaky legs I walked to the bed and picked the envelope, my hand was literally vibrating at this point, as I opened the brown envelope I saw a white paper and I took it out “To Rachel” Was written on it, and I opened the letter “Rachel my sweet Rachel, I want to say thank you for being the ladder that my baby mama and I use to escape poverty, I never thought o would one day, leave the den of poverty but it's all thanks to your stupidity and Obsession towards your career you left your golden husband and think you can have a future with someone like

She even grabbed one of the letters and studied it for a few seconds. But before she could grab another letter, I quickly jumped out of the bed and slid to the table and snatched all the letters. I don't want mum to know about those letters. Neither is the case we are facing at the moment. I'm afraid she might do something terrible to the case that will be against my plan. "Are those love letters?" She asked. "Yeah? It's from my suitor, mum. And you don't need to know who he is. One person to know about him is enough." I quickly set all the letters in the closet and even locked it.

“Your father does a really good job cleaning the trash and putting the perfect image of you out there for the world to see.” I clenched my teeth hard. My jaw hurt from the pressure. Heat rose up my neck and burned my ears. My hands trembled with the need to hit something. “You should learn to give up. You’ve lost the Fontana merger deal to me.” Elena laughed softly. The sound was cold and sharp. It cut through the air like a knife. “Lost? No, dear nephew. I took it. Those photos are already doing their work. The Fontana merger board is whispering. And Bernard? He won’t touch a deal connected to your dirty little habits.”

“It just slipped out, I swear.” “I’m not great with women, please forgive me.” “Samira I swear, I’ll come to your mansion and beg, I don’t care if my mother finds out,” read another message. I paused at that last one, contemplating whether he would actually go through with it. Was Jacob onto something? Was this more than just a physical fling for him? Could it be that the stubborn, rude Idris Rells was actually in love with me? There was only one way to find out.

His hands came up slowly almost touching, my heart was beating wildly in my chest praying someone would come out of nowhere. I wanted to scream but there were people sitting on the sofa's, enjoying their books and would probably give me side eyes for nothing. He picked out a book from the shelf, his body still leaning close to mine. ''Found it.'' A sinister smile played across his lips. I could not see the title but the little image I saw was truly horrific. A lady being tied and a human heart was forcefully being pushed into her mouth. ''Amelia.'' Iris walked over to us and I noticed he had walked back to the counter.

I whispered into his shirt, my words tasting bitter on my tongue. "No, you don't, Hera." He softly told me and I started crying uncontrollably. "Why can't I hate him, Tiago? How do I still love him after everything he's put me through?" I sobbed out. "Because love is messy, Hera. Nobody said it would be easy," he reminded me before taking my face into his hands. "But you will get through this because it's in your nature to survive." He added and I looked at him through blurry eyes.

Why did we have to find out through a fucking love letter? I scrolled fast, my blood running dry until I got to a photo shared to the school's chat. A letter. Addressed to me. A fucking love letter. And not just a love letterㅡ it had things that he wanted to do to me. And I knew it was Noah's handwriting. No way.

Then Nightroe said, “You’ve rejected me so many times, but you actually love this. I think I need to do something so the sluts inside you don’t try to hide themselves.” The man immediately devoured her lips; leaving Svanna barely able to say anything, other than swallow roughly. She thought... Nightroe would stop calling her a “slut.” It turned out he wouldn’t. The man didn’t even hesitate to rip the thin dress she was wearing, as if that act were further proof of how unworthy Nightroe considered her.

Nina went numb as soon as she felt him slamming his lips against hers. His palms aggressively clutched her wrists, leaving his brutality’s marks on her tender skin. His naked body got pressed against her bare one which made her heart freeze but it still refused to believe that he could do this inhumanity to her. Even at this moment when she knew he could destroy her to an irrevocable extent, her heart was still not agreeing that he could hurt her like this, that he would punish her so cruelly for falling in love with him, so like always, Nina chose to trust her heart and close her glossy eyes.