Novel & Cerita The Promise Of Love

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.

I reached for him, but he'd already turned away. The door slammed shut, leaving me alone among scattered petals. I crossed to the fireplace and fed the ruined white roses to the flames. The petals curled, blackened, and turned to ash, like our love. I thought Ryder would let it go after my outright refusal, that he might reconsider. After all, we'd been unshakable until then. We were fated mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess. But two days later, a courier delivered an unmarked package. I opened it to find the pregnancy test results from the infirmary.

"I won't be perfect. But I'll be there. Always. I'll be the man who chooses to love you, to be a partner to you, and to be a father to our son. No matter what. I promise." The words were not a promise of perfection, but a promise of unwavering love, a promise of a new, beautiful, and real life, a life built not on a fragile, flawless facade, but on a foundation of honesty, humility, and a love that had been tested and had, finally, truly, won.

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“PROMISES are meant to be broken? Tsk! That’s a lie, for promises are a sacred word to be broken by anyone. Promises are not meant to be broken. They are meant to be fulfilled.” Remembering your words as I then realize that in my life, I never once fully believe in promises, as I think of it as a half-lie that no one could ever have the guts to stand and fulfill. Wherein I only care about, and ever want is to be loved and the acceptance I’m longing for forever since I was left alone. A wish to find someone who could understand and make me feel safe. Are those too much for me to ask? “Then, you wouldn’t leave me, right?”

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

The was our very first conversation. From that day, we became friends. We used to meet at that particular spot and I really loved the attention. He was the second man in the world to tell me sweet things. The I love you. I grew up in a home where, no one ever said I love you. Over the years, my mother and father or siblings never said I love you to anyone. It's for this reason that I promised my future kids to always tell them how I love them on a daily basis. My future husband too, lol. So one day he invites me at their home, I gladly accepted the invitation because he had assured me he had never slept with anyone and he respected me until our wedding day. He had promised me that I would be

It was a promise. *_*

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

That vase had been something we’d constructed together, and our initials were carved into the base. Adrian rushed forward, gripping my arm. He brushed a hand over my cheek as if nothing else mattered. "It’s alright. I’ll buy you another one. Lauren, I know you’ve blamed yourself all this time for not being able to conceive. If you can’t, then we won’t. We’ll just adopt." He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him."