The Love I Begged For Was Never Real Novels & Stories

Yes, go beg! “P-please love, please don’t leave me. I’m begging you, I’ll do everything that you say. I’ll do everything aside from letting you go. P-please take me back.” His voice was trembling while holding my waist tight, as if one wrong move and I’ll disappear. A sly smirked escaped from my lips. There, that’s what I want to hear. The table have turned, yet it’s still not enough. It was never enough.

For a moment, his fiery sincerity left her breathless. But she quickly snapped out of it, giving a small nod of agreement. “Alright.” Right now, she didn’t want to see Nathaniel anymore. She just wanted this spectacle to end. “Sylvia! I’m begging you, I was wrong. Please forgive me!” He grabbed Sylvia’s hand, clutching it tightly, his voice trembling with emotion. “Are you really going to marry someone you don’t love? You love me! You’ve loved me for five years. How can you just forget that?”

But what he didn't know was that Winnie was sending me photos of their dates in real-time every day. In those photos, Quinton looked truly relaxed and happy in a way I had never seen before. If it were a few months ago, I might have felt heartbroken by this betrayal. Now, I just wanted to escape as soon as possible. After getting my new prosthetic leg, I placed the divorce papers I had prepared in advance on the table. This year-long scam should also finally come to an end. … There were ten minutes left before boarding. I held my boarding pass and gently stroked my belly.

Even if just when she dreams. --- That night, I dream of her again. Not the betrayal. Not the sex. But the before. The version of her I met in the dark. Her voice in the quiet. “I don’t know how to be loved,” she whispered once. I told her I’d show her. I told her I’d wait. I lied. Because she never let me. And now, I’ll never offer that again. Not to anyone. --- Love made me weak. Worship made me blind.

“No speeches. No contracts. Just this. Will you marry me not because the world expects it—but because we’ve built something worth carrying forward?” Tears blurred her vision. “Yes.” He slipped the ring on her finger. She kissed him like a promise. And outside, the city of Lisbon sang. Because love, when real enough, outlives legacy. Because sometimes, the truest crown is the one we never wear. Because even after all the lies, betrayals, and battles... They chose each other. And that made everything worth it.

"Because I'm old? Is that why you're ashamed to let my son know about us?" "God, no!" I crossed the space between us, desperate. "How could you think that? I've never considered you old, Richard. I love you. I love you so much that it terrifies me." "You don't love me enough to stay when I'm begging you to," he said. The words landed like a punch to my chest. "I've never had to beg for anything in my life, Isadora. Not once. I don't beg. I don't ask for things twice."

--- I pushed through the crowd until there was nothing between us. "Adrian." My voice broke on his name. "I didn't do this." He didn't answer. "You know me." I stepped closer. "You know me." I searched his face for the man who had knelt beside me in the garden. The man who had asked May I before kissing me in the rain. "Please." The word cost me more than he could ever understand. I had never begged anyone for anything. Not my parents. Not Sienna. No one. I'd learned a long time ago that begging only ever made people crueler.

Never mine. I pressed my fist to my mouth, swallowing the sob. “I asked him to reject me,” I whispered to the night. “Instead he took what I had left—and humiliated me before them all.” The words trembled, but they were true. They tasted like blood and steel. The Goddess might have bound me to him, but I would not stay bound to this pain. I lifted my chin to the moon. My voice shook, but I forced it steady. “I will never beg again. Not for love. Not for him. Not for anyone.”

"That sounds like something you've been wanting to say for a while." "Longer than I'd care to admit," Damon said, something raw and unguarded finally breaking through the careful control he wore like armor. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a gentleness that felt entirely at odds with the lethal control he showed everyone else. "I know this isn't the right time. I know we have thirty other things demanding attention before either of us has room to think about anything else. But I needed you to know, before we walk into whatever's waiting out there tomorrow, that whatever this bond actually is between us, I'm not fighting against it anymore."

"I thought we agreed to honor today for Lia please don't do these to yourself I'm sure she won't be happy knowing that you're doing these to yourself" "And when did you start to care about me and Lia, I begged you for years but you refused to forgive me and also take the hatred upon Lia, now she is dead go and eat her corpse!" "We've talked about this so please stop bringing it up" "I know but it painful to know that Lia never feels motherly love before she dies! I want my daughter back!" "I'm so sorry please forgive me I'm ready to make it up to you and I will do anything you want just forgive me please and let's honor today for Lia"