The Edge Of Love Cillian Murphy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I blinked back the tears and let out a bitter laugh. Every last shred of hope I had held for Hugh was gone. “Let them leave. “While you’re at it, tell the man from the Northside that I accept his engagement offer.” … After that incident, Hugh did not return home for three days. During his absence, word from the Northside spread fast. Everyone who had purchased those private photos at the auction met with one mishap after another. Hugh had always been deranged, so I was not surprised. What I did not expect was that Lana, reckless as she was, would still dare to provoke me.

Starting from the fact that you’re a detective in my case, and detectives do not get involved with the people whose cases they are investigating…’ ‘I think we can get around that,’ he said cutting her off. ‘…To the fact that whatever you feel for me can never go beyond mere attraction. Those are things we have to face. That is the reality.’ She exhaled and inhaled a mouthful of air, sniffing Flynn in the process. She loved that his cologne smelled like sandalwood. It was calming. ‘Those were only two things; you said a thousand and one reasons.’ He muttered; a smile evident in his voice. Her lips widened into a smile.

Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million. Holding Brad's hand, she slowly walked out of the hospital room. My vision blurred with tears as I called out softly behind her. "Olivia, I hope you don't regret this." Her footsteps paused briefly. Then she replied, "I hope you and your new lover find happiness too." After she left, I sat alone on the hospital bed and looked down at the photographs in my hand with a bitter smile. Half a month ago, the woman in those photos had suddenly grabbed my arm on the street and pulled me into a tight embrace.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Thirteen years was three years more than ten, not to mention that I was in love with him for ten of those thirteen years. Thirteen years, and I had not even earned his trust. Thirteen ridiculous years. I did not want to argue, so I answered hoarsely. "Leave." Liam only paused for a second before opening the door and leaving without a word. I was wheeled into an ambulance and taken to the hospital alone. Liam had pushed me so hard and so suddenly that I not only sprained my ankle, but also broke my hand.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

"Excuse me? What right do you think you have to do that? This is my husband’s house, and you can’t just throw us out." "You insolent brat," Camilla hissed. "Your husband? Did you ever love my son, or were you just pretending all along?" "I don’t need to prove my love for Sinjin to you," Eds replied firmly. "What matters is that Sinjin knew I loved him before he... left." "Oh, really?" Camilla raised an eyebrow. "Then explain this. Show her the photos, Emma." Emma stepped forward, thrusting her phone in Eds' face. The first photo showed her with Kyle on the day of the funeral, moments after he saved her from the cyclist.

In my sophomore year, we got engaged. Byron and I became the most romantic fairy tale in Dystenia, and the media couldn't get enough of us. "Mr. Estrada, we hear Ms. Frost is your adoptive sister. Were your parents against your relationship?" "We hear Ms. Frost's family and the Estradas have a long history—was your relationship based on that family connection?" Byron's arm was around my shoulders, his hand warm and firm. "First of all, Dana and I are together because we love each other deeply. Secondly, if you only have stupid questions like that, you might as well shut up."

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."