The Love Hypothesis Synopsis Novels & Stories

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

That was way too weird. I had to make Miles go back and come see me in human form. There was no way I was going to give in first, so I decided to provoke him. I poked the black snake awake and started sweet-talking. "Hey, Blackie, I think I've been feeling kind of lonely lately." The black snake looked confused. "I think I wanna fall in love again," I went on. "The soft, romantic kind. Holding hands in the rain, kissing under the stars, then getting married and having a little girl I can dress up…"

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

To do that, I helped build a company that could quietly move assets, bury money, and shield the dealings of people the world preferred not to see. The company grew faster than expected. Too fast. That’s when your mother came in to investigate. I didn’t expect to fall in love. But I did. Her beautiful brown eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. Her laugh—once you heard it, you couldn’t forget it. Her hugs were warm, grounding, real in a world built on lies. She reminded me I was still human. I used to hope that one day I’d meet the woman you’d fall in love with, just so I could tell her about your mother—and how loving someone like that changes you forever.

Learn to love yourself first she decided and just maybe she will be loved too. This is a tale of a love that burned brighter than the sun but was extinguished by the darkness of betrayal and deceit. Will the light be rekindled or will they live forever in the darkness of love all the days of their lives? { 3 months into the Future} (The Pregnancy)

Charles' POV Nothing hurts more than seeing the one you love loving someone else. So it was for me, when I watched eagerly as Alice was having a great time with the Billionaire CEO she was rumoured to have an affair with. I knew all of those were lies and aimed at getting back at me, but the more I tried to take my mind off it, the more it kept recurring in my mind. It hurts every damn time. Of all the women I've ever met all my life, Alice was the only one I loved and luckily, she loved me as much. She was also the most vulnerable and naïve. I must admit I took advantage of this.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

While watching him busy himself, I decided I had to find an opportunity to talk to him. I invited him for a walk after dinner. We strolled through the village, with a full moon hanging high in the sky and a calm breeze blowing. Neither of us spoke for a long time. Finally, I turned to look at him calmly, my face devoid of any emotions. When I first learned of his betrayal, I had hated him. However, now that I experienced so many other things, that little bit of love and hatred had long been reduced to ashes and scattered away in the wind, leaving nothing behind.

"The one who said love is not real?" My fingers stopped moving around my pen. Not real? "That is what people say " the first voice replied, quietly and certainly. "He does not believe in relationships. He has never been married. He has never been seen with anyone." "That is strange” someone muttered. "No!” another voice said quietly to themselves. "That is scary." I looked toward the front of the room. The board was empty. The desk was clean. The door was still closed. I did not understand why my chest already felt tight.

“I have moved on, Adrian. Or I’m trying to.” He rubbed the back of his neck, shoulders tense. “Talk to me. Really talk. No cameras. No tweet. Just us.” Sophia turned back to him. She uncrossed her arms but kept her hands at her sides, fingers twitching. “Fine. You want truth? I stopped loving you 731 days ago. I counted.” Adrian’s face changed. His mouth opened, then closed. He took another step, closinged more of the distance. “731 days? You actually counted the days you stopped loving me?”