Novel & Cerita Vanishing Love: His Redemption

His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and a tremor raced down my spine. I parted my lips, allowing him in and a soft moan escaped from me. He moved his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers gently but possessively. The other hand moved down, cupping my hip, pulling me in until not even a sliver of space remained between us. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve buzzing to life from the thrill of being near him. Each brush of his lips, every movement of his body made it all go away, the suspicions, my thoughts of revenge, everything.

"At first, I was just angry, angry that you were so 'careless,' and that made me resist and reject you. But I forgot, from the beginning, I truly had feelings for you." He paused, took a deep breath, as if gathering great courage, and continued, "Shannon, during this time, I was blinded by my stupidity and deliberately ignored you and Melanie. It wasn't until you left that I woke up from the dream and truly realized how deep and sincere your love for me was." At that point, his voice had become choked with emotion, trembling as he begged, "Can you... give me another chance?" If this had happened in the past, witnessing such a scene would have filled me with immense joy, as though I were in a

During all the days she was gone, he had drowned in self-loathing. He wanted to tear open his chest and show her the thorns of regret that had grown wild inside him, piercing through his very soul. But when he met her cold, dark eyes, all the words in his throat choked into silence. Yellow laburnum flowers fluttered down between them. "Go home. I don't want to see you." Selena turned away. "Don't go–" Ian reached out, grasping at empty air. His fingers only caught the bitter wind passing through.

Nothing. Just the hum of the fridge and the faint murmur of voices outside. But deep in my chest, the mark pulsed again—steady now, defiant. And I knew, whatever they’d tried to erase, whatever spell or curse or cosmic rule had been cast to keep us apart… it wasn’t strong enough. Because love—real, reckless, messy love—doesn’t vanish. It hides, waits, fights its way through memory and madness until it finds you again. And somewhere between this café and the realm of gods, something had just shifted.

I love him so completely that I can’t find the edges of myself anymore. And if I stay, what happens when the hormones fade? When the high of revenge and new love settles into ordinary days? When I wake up one morning and realize I’ve disappeared into him, into his empire, his protection, his… white roses and the fierce, independent woman who once rebuilt a company from ashes is gone forever? I can’t survive losing myself again. So I write the note on the heavy cream stationery he keeps in the kitchen drawer. My hand doesn’t shake here. It’s cruelly steady.

He couldn't even summon the courage to tap on the video. The woman he had once loved and protected had survived six months in that kind of hell, and he'd had no idea. Not to mention, he had treated me badly the moment I returned. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The sound rang out loud and clear. He didn't even flinch. He just stared at the report, eyes turning red. Then, the arrogant and self-assured Hylton dropped to the floor like a lost child, covering his face with both hands.

Lorcan is lying there, lifeless. “No…No, no, NO!” My voice trembles as my knees give out. I collapse beside him. “Lorcan…Lorcan, my love.” My trembling hands reach to cup his face like it's a rare glass. A single touch might shatter everything in front of me like a dream that never existed. “Lorcan, open your eyes, hm?” I cradle his cold body in my lap. “Please, my love, look at me.” Tears flood my eyes. My heartaches. It feels like hundreds of elephants are crushing my chest mercilessly.

And he answered me with a cold and penetrating voice: “You want to find someone to protect and love you, a responsibility that I am taking on, while I need to recover my memories, it is a win-win situation if we unite! Natália, let's give ourselves a chance” His words were exactly telling me that he was willing to take responsibility for protecting and loving me. It wasn't the first time he'd tried to love me, but he'd disappeared from my world last time. When I found myself again, I was ready to imprison my friend, and had been indifferent to my plea.

___ **Back to reality** The fading echoes of Draven and Lysandra's forbidden love story hung heavy in the air, their whispers weaving through the rustling leaves and painting the sunset sky with hues of bittersweet yearning. Adrian and Seraphina, bound together by fate's cruel hand and ancestral ties, found themselves caught in the maelstrom of a love story destined to defy the very fabric of their existence.

He threw away all the guise he had previously displayed. "You know I helped you, right? Don't forget that, Thea! I helped you!” Xander then lowered his voice, "And i used to love you too. We used to love each other." Thea stopped. "I did love you. And remember, I helped myself, Alexander!” She left without turning back ,leaving Xander who was silent in his place. Thea locked herself up all day. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Thea didn't move until Elisa came knocking on the door, bringing her supper. Thea told her to leave. Seeing the food only made her more nauseous.