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“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

Not a survival story. A love story. Finally, Fully Ours.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

] [Don't care, don't care — this ship is locked and I'm swallowing the key! [From now on, there's no villainess in this HE — just two people in love!] [Ladies and gentlemen, I declare this story's title is "Making Love," NOT "Making Hate"!]

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

“Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.” “Oh?” “He told me about a woman he once loved. Your name came up.” My breath stopped. I tried to play it off. “Lots of Josephines in the world.” He chuckled. “Yeah, but… something about the way he talks about her. Like she was the one thing that kept him alive even after he lost her. He said he dreams of her still.” That night, I didn’t sleep. I pulled out the box under my bed and reread every letter. My name in his handwriting. My picture drawn in his style. The vows we made under that oak tree.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Love and family. THE END

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”