The Love I Begged For Was Never Real Novels & Stories

My lips trembled, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but then I heard his voice, hoarse and barely audible, whispering in my ear. "But honey, I still love you." The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the reality of his actions. Did he love me? After everything? A hollow, bitter laugh threatened to escape my lips. He had never truly seen me, never truly believed me. Now, at the very end, he claims he loves me. He never realized how much he loved me until he was about to lose me *****

I shook my head, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “You have no right to ask me that.” Anderson flinched. “I begged you,” I continued, my voice trembling but firm. “Begged you to love me. I spent years trying to make you care, trying to make you see me the way I saw you. But you never did.” My nails dug into my arms. “And now that you’re dying, now that you have no one left, suddenly you want to play the good father part?” I scoffed. “No.”

A breathing tube helped her lungs. I sank into the chair beside her bed and took her small hand in both of mine. “I’m here, little bird,” I whispered, voice raw. “I’m right here. You saved me… now you have to come back to me. I still owe you that week in bed. I still owe you forever.” Tears slipped down my face — the first real tears I had shed in decades. “I love you, Sage. More than the empire. More than my own life. Come back to me so I can marry you. So I can fuck you every night and call you my good girl. Please…”

There was no trace of the defeated, joyless man he became after being forced to marry me in our past life. This moment only solidified my decision. 'Noah, in this life, I will never love you again. If it's true love you want, I'll let you chase it. Just don't count me in,' I thought. I glanced at his face, now visibly twisted with frustration, and repeated my refusal. "If you didn't believe me the first time, I'll say it again. Noah, I will never be your girlfriend. Not now. Not ever." Each word left my mouth slowly with finality. His expression turned even darker.

"I know it sounds crazy. I know it sounds like a fairy tale. But it's not. It's real. Our love is real. And it's not a fling, it's not a temporary thing. It's forever. We're going to fight for it. We're going to fight for us. And we're going to fight for you. We love you, Pauline. We both do. And we just… we want you in our lives. We want you to be a part of our story. We want you to be a part of our family." My voice broke, and a new wave of tears streamed down my face. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness," I said, my voice a raw, honest confession. "I know that's going to take time. I'm just asking for your blessings. I'm just asking for your permission to love him. I'm just asking for a

I never thought I’d be this proud to be someone’s fiancée. Lorenzo couldn’t stop touching me. His thumb was always brushing my knuckles, his fingers tracing the ring like he also couldn’t believe it was real. Me and you both. After eating, we spent some time under the sun, letting the food digest before we skinny dipped in the water. That night, we made love on the sand and swore to never leave each other no matter how bad things got. “I love you, Isla,” he murmured while I was curled up against him. “So much it feels scary sometimes.”

I said. He blinked slowly, his lashes wet. “Say it… please… Just once.” His voice broke completely. “Tell me… that you loved me.” I swallowed hard, tears stinging my eyes. I wasn’t Angelica. I would never love him. But I knew the feeling of begging for something you would never get, of dying without hearing the only words you ever wanted. I couldn’t give him the truth. But I could give him peace. So I let out a trembling breath and whispered.

One would assume that a person like me who was so greatly starved of love would actually be fated to a man who would love me, but the universe sometimes believes itself to be funny. I wrapped my hands around myself as my heart got heavier and heavier until I had to blink away the tears. “I’m never going to beg anyone to love me,” I muttered to myself, as if saying it out loud would make it more plausible. I’d begged my mother to love me, to look at me like she used to, but that never happened. And no matter how much I craved the side of him that would make me feel warm and protected…and cared for, I’d never beg.

And when she had cramps during her period, he climbed over the campus wall to get her ginger tea. Leona Langham grew frustrated. Each time, she threatened to break up. The first time she said it, over the phone, Sebastian was silent for what felt like forever. Then, she heard his breathing grow heavier. That night, it rained heavily, and he stood drenched outside her apartment building while calling her name repeatedly. His voice was hoarse as he begged her to forgive him. The second time, he skipped class the entire day to wait by her classroom. With bloodshot eyes, he handed her a thick letter filled with heartfelt words, pleading for a second chance.

Tears blurred his image, but I saw more clearly than ever: The boy I loved was no longer in this man. He betrayed our bond. He marked her over and over again. He tormented me for a week. All because I didn’t pay him “due respect”. I guess the distance between us was not geographical, but class-based. If I knew the day Orion left for his father’s pack three years ago would be the last time I ever saw my lover boy, I would have said our goodbye more carefully.