Novel & Cerita To Selena With Love

Beside Selena, stood Zayn, her boyfriend, who looked supportive as Selena prepared to walk the runway. "Selena!" Karina exclaimed. Both Selena and Zayn turned to the familiar voice they heard. "Karina!" Selena shouted back. Selena wanted to approach Karina, but her outfit was still being adjusted by the wardrobe stylist. As a result, Zayn approached Karina first and guided her to meet Selena.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Lena, what have you done? What I needed to do. You married him because of me…the money? I married him because of my love for you and would do it all over again. Selene’s voice faltered. You’re the only thing I have left, Maya. So you’re going to keep fighting, I’m going to get you that money, and you’re going to survive. Do you understand? I love you. I love you too. More than you know..”

A promise that Selena will sure as hell fulfill ---

The room slowly returned to normal. Then suddenly Selena stood up, she smoothed her gold dress and walked towards the small podium with a graceful smile on her face. "Excuse me. Everyone. If I could have your attention." She called out and the room quieted instantly and Selena let out a perfect practiced smile. "I'm Selena Fontaine, a dear friend of Elena's and I have a little surprise—something sentimental, to honor her beautiful marriage." Elena looked delighted at Selena’s words while Marcus's smile stayed fixed.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

Selena The moonlit night on the beach had woven a spell, and as I watched Selena under the soft glow, I couldn't help but realize the depth of my feelings for her. Her laughter echoed in my mind like a melody, and the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight seemed to illuminate the darkest corners of my heart. As the waves whispered tales of our shared moments, I found myself captivated by Selena's spirit, her strength, and the way she effortlessly wove magic into our journey. The unspoken connection between us became a thread pulling me closer, and I knew I had fallen in love with her.

“I would thank God every day. I would love that child with every part of me. And I would make sure you never doubted how much you mean to me.” Selena felt tears gather, but they weren’t from fear. They were from certainty. “Then I think you’d be very happy one day.” His lips found hers again, tender and sure. And when they made love that night, it wasn’t rushed or greedy. It was slow, deep, filled with whispered promises. The kind of love that rooted itself into the soul. Selena drifted to sleep with Damien’s heartbeat steady against her ear, her body still trembling from his touch, her heart already imagining a future she never thought she’d deserve.

Selena went to bed, trying not to dwell on what had happened. The next morning, the door flew open. Jade observed that the bed was not empty. “Selena?” She approached and shook her. “Is this you?” She overheard a moan. “Selena. Why have you stayed so late? Hania nearly found out. There were so many lies I had to tell.” Selena blinked her eyes and looked at her sister. “A lot happened yesterday. I celebrated both my Luna Coronation and my wedding.” “What?” Jade gave a gasp. “Are you married? Coronation? With Titus?” Selena nodded. “When did you tell him that you loved him?”

It was bigger than anything I’d ever felt for Selena. That had been a young man’s obsession built on moonlight and what-ifs. This was real—Maya’s steady hands in the clinic, her sharp tongue, the way she laughed with her whole body, the taste of her skin, the sound of her breathing beside me in the dark. I loved Selena like a dream. I love Maya like air. It terrified me, but it also felt like the most solid truth I’d ever known.