To The Man I Loved Too Much Novels & Stories

AMANISA’S POV “I know you are mad.” Arla incited. “We are both mad at him but this is too much, Amanisa.” Too much? If we are to talk about “too much” shouldn't we be referring to what Kovan did to me? The sex was too much especially since he knew he wouldn't be with me forever. The love and heated moment were too much too. The laughter… the comfort… the sweetness... Everything was too much and I couldn't bare not having them anymore after he got me addicted.

"Unit 7... the artisanal pasta... execute the Scorched Earth... jasmine and rain... the Ninety-Day Clause is a hardware flaw..." I held him, my tears falling onto his charcoal shirt, as I watched the man I loved being overwritten by the ghost of the empire I had destroyed. It was a visceral, agonizing erosion. Every few minutes, he would snap back—his hand would tighten on mine, he would whisper my name with a desperate, breaking clarity—and then the static would take him again.

It was all so loving that it felt unreal. I thought he had truly come back for me. Only now did I realize it was all just a punishment game to get revenge. After all, his love for me had vanished, and in its place was hate. Assuming I was still unconscious, Austin walked in with his beloved fiancée, Dion Carpenter, in his arms. "I don't think we should do it here," Dion said with feigned reluctance. "What are you scared of? She's unconscious and won't wake up any time soon."

His face was wrecked with concern and heartbreak, and it almost seemed as if he was going to cry. He rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. In a trembling voice, he cried, "I'm here to save you, Quinn." I lifted my head numbly and stared at him with a hollow gaze. He used to be the man I loved. But now, his face seemed foreign, and the sight of it made me feel sick. "You told me you could track my location at all times. You also claimed that you would come for me immediately," I said. His expression stiffened. Then, he explained remorsefully, "I'm sorry. The situation overseas was too complicated. It took up quite a bit of my time. I'm sorry, Quinn. It's okay—I'll always love you no mat

I wouldn't want anything that will make her feel sad. "if that's the case Martins then get ready to choose between your mother and your wife. Harry you know I would choose my mother over anything a million times. I really love my mother .She means the whole world to me and nothing at all , nobody can separate the love we have for each other .. Not even Betty, my mother is the reason I settled down with Betty .she talked me into it all the way. I like Betty and I had something for her but it was because of my mother that everything become very much possible.

The heaviness of my heart was overflowing that it spilled from my eyes and it seemed like it would never stop any minute. I felt Daniel went on my side and hugged me. I cried even more as if it's all I've just been waiting for to finally let out whatever I was keeping inside. “He was.. making love with me.. Daniel. But just one fvcking ring from the phone.. he stopped it.. Then the.. next thing I've heard.. he was calling her..” I sobbed in a slurry voice. It hurts more to recall it because it made me realize more how pathetic I was.

Agatha whispered in my ear, her arm sliding around my waist as we paused in front of the main wall of photographers. "I love you, Agatha," I murmured back, leaning my head against her shoulder for a fraction of a second, completely unbothered by the flashing cameras capturing the intimate gesture. "I love you more," she replied softly. As we walked through the grand glass doors of the theater, leaving the cameras behind to officially watch the premiere of Love Triangle, I knew our journey through the storm was finally complete. We had fought through manipulation, heartbreak, and a literal hell just to find our way back to each other. But standing here, secure in her arms, I knew that every s

It didn’t take long for the video to get deleted, but I had seared it into my memory. Beyond heartbroken, I decided to go to his place to confront him, wanting an explanation. However, when I was at the door, I heard him and his cousins chatting inside the house. That was when I realized the love I thought we shared over the last five years was nothing but a farce. When I recalled what he said, the pain felt as fresh as ever, like a knife twisting in my chest. I looked up at the man whom I loved more than anything in front of me, the tears beginning to pour.

My chest tightened, and my hands itched to force the truth out of him. I pushed on. “Do you remember the gardens? The afternoons we ran until we collapsed in the grass? Do you remember the nights I cried, and how you were the only one who hugged me?” “At least try, try and remember something”. I screamed out of desperation. He gave nothing back, just a small tilt of his head. My chest burned with anger, frustration, and despair. The boy I had loved and trusted for so many years was gone. In his place stood a calm stranger, acting a part that didn’t feel real.

He was afraid to admit that the woman he was taking advantage of had become an indispensable part of his life. "I love her! I've wanted to stop the stupid revenge plan for a long time! I love her! I love her!" Wendy's eyes reddened instantly. She felt terrible to see the man she adored suffering. She went up to snatch the bottle from Lucian and yelled at him, "If you love her, go after her! Find her! Beg her! What's the point of drinking here?" Lucian was stunned. He looked a little lost. "Will she forgive me?"