To Sir Phillip With Love Novels & Stories

Sir Phillips smiled as he rolled the barrels to his men on our ship while keeping his eyes glued to me. “We shouldn’t have done this to your men, but you pushed them on us.” “I never took you for a fighter…” “There was a point in my life where I fought every day for about three years in order to prove a point that I was ready for any obstacle that befell me.” “So, you’re prepared for the next ordeal we’re about to face?” Sir Phillips’ question made me roar in laughter as we all waited for Kieran’s response. “Load these bodies back onto the ship from which they emanated,” he ordered his crew members while we watched the whole scene.

"She's loved." "She's both." James brought champagne. Sarah brought cake. Rebecca brought a photograph of our mother, young and hopeful, the same one that had hung on the wall for years. "She's here," Rebecca said. "Watching." I took the photograph. Held it close. "Thank you." The Toast Adam stood at the end of the night. Raised his glass. "To Clara. My daughter. The best thing I ever did." The garden echoed: "To Clara." He looked at me. "To Eliza. The woman who taught me that love is not about watching. It's about being there."

That was the man I had loved for 10 years…and he was holding someone else's hand, about to make a lifetime of vows to her. "Mr. Davon Parker, do you take Ms. Natalie Rivera to be your wife, to love and cherish her through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your lives?" Davon's voice was steady and filled with emotion. "I do." My heart twisted like a knife had been driven straight through it. "Ms. Natalie Rivera, do you..." Just then, a message flashed across the large screen behind them in blood-red letters. [Natalie Rivera, you stole my husband. I hope you die from your illness soon!]

"Ame at your service, mi'lord!" And both had burst into laughter. Philip had shared part of his meal with her, even though she had declined but he had insisted that 'a gentleman never leave a beautiful lady hungry'. They had carried on an intense discussion, broaching on every imaginable topic under the sun and Ame had found him quite an engaging and interesting fellow. That had been the turning point for Ame, who had fallen hopelessly in love with Philip before the day was over.

Philip wore his envy like cologne—strong, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. I shifted my gaze to Sebastian, who still held my hand. He looked at me with eyes that sparkled with silent laughter and arched a brow, clearly entertained by what was happening. Oh, he was loving this. "I love you," Philip's voice came from the phone. I didn’t reply to that. "You know I love you, right?" His voice came again—sharper this time. "Yeah," I replied, my voice low, I couldn't stomach repeating those words back to him.

I chuckled, placing the coffee cup on the table in front of me, rolling my eyes in annoyance later. “What? Don’t say that!” He sighed. Then Philip ran his hand closer to me, holding it while staring at my eyes; at the time my breath started to get heavy, my chest falling and rising as my eyes spotted the bright light in his eyes. “You are lovely, my moon,” He said and he kept continuing. “I won’t let anyone take you from me unless you are the one who demands me to leave. I swear to God, I’ll love you till I die” Philip ended with a smile on his face.

"I love you, Angel Philips. Will you marry me?" Shakily, I lift my hands to my eyes and sink to my knees on legs that will no longer hold me. I cannot breathe or think past the buzzing in my head. I am unclean. Unworthy. I also cannot miss the love shining from Sir's eyes. Strong arms pull me forward into his solid embrace as Master's warm body settles behind me. "Don't cry," Sir says. "I'm beginning to worry about your answer." I laugh through the tears and throw my arms around him. "Yes, yes, and yes!"

Ryan's POV “I love her!’’ he blurted out of nowhere. I stood in my tracks, I was not sure whether I had heard it correctly but I was positive there was sincerity behind Phillip’s voice. I turned around and I stared at him. “You love her?’’ I approached him. I make sure my voice is barely below a whisper. She's sleeping right there and the last thing I want is for her to listen to what we're talking about. “Yes I do. More than I've ever loved anything in my entire life.’’

"How come?" Philip gritted his teeth, "He said he’s in love." Janet grabbed his arm excitedly, "With Whitney, right?" "I don’t know. Why are you so excited?" Philip pulled his arm away. "You’re squeezing it too hard." Janet massaged his arm, her big eyes fixed on him, full of anticipation. Philip gave in. "It’s Whitney." "That’s great!" Janet slapped his arm, "Good things must be celebrated. You’ll treat me to a meal."

To behold her was to love her. He loved her. He wasn't sure when his affection for her had become romantic love. The realization should have given him such unfathomable joy, but instead it cut him deep. He couldn't act upon his love. He could not ask her to tie herself to a crippled man, nor could he risk losing Graham's friendship, assuming he hadn't already lost it. Phillip was too embittered with his own condition to find a way to restore that friendship, but he could not afford to damage it further by letting Graham find out that he had seduced Ella. Not even a marriage would save him then. These few days with her were all he had.