Vanishing Love: His Redemption Novels & Stories

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

But through it all, I clung to the belief that our love was worth fighting for. As the days turned into weeks, the tide began to shift. Adrian saw through Vanessa's manipulations and recognized the depth of her deception. The memories of their past love were tainted by the truth, and he realized that his heart truly belonged to me. In a moment of clarity, Adrian made his choice. He sought me out, his eyes filled with determination and love. "Ava, I see now that you are my true soulmate. The love we share is real, honest, and unbreakable. I choose you."

“Here, in the place where I once shattered, I swear to you—you are my choice. Not Liora. Not anyone’s shadow. Only you.” Tears slid down Vania’s cheeks. His words, his open wounds, and the sincerity in his eyes began to break down the walls of doubt she had built. “Arga…” she whispered, raising a trembling hand to touch his face. “I think I understand now. True love isn’t about erasing the shadows of the past—it’s about choosing to stay, even when those shadows remain.” Arga closed his eyes, savoring her touch, then pulled her into a tight embrace, as though letting go meant losing her forever.

"I never forgot." She stepped toward him. "This is risky." "So is falling in love with you. But I’m already there." Vivian's breathing caught. He placed the book on the shelf and framed her cheeks. "I'm not scared anymore. And you shouldn't be." "What about Daniel? The job? The whispers?" He pulled in closer. "Screw the world, Vivian. I want you. All of you. Not just behind doors." Their mouths met again, this time slowly with anguish. It wasn't lust—although that burned bright and fierce—just a torrent of repressed feelings crashing against each other. Her hands curled in his hair, his wrapped around her waist, pinning her to the moment.

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

He reached out, wanting to hold me… But what he got was a sharp slap across the face. “I used to love you madly, but eight years of feeling like a widow was enough to kill that love. “Not every apology deserves forgiveness.” … Matt staggered away in defeat, his expression hollow. He couldn’t and refused to believe it. The woman who had once loved him to the bone had ruthlessly cast him aside. Desperate for comfort, he ran into another woman’s arms. A private investigator sent me photos. They were proof of Matt sneaking around with Erica. With this ace up my sleeve, he could forget about getting custody of Rosie.

I grabbed my phone and texted him: ME: Leaving work soon. Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got planned. His response came almost immediately: VINCE: Me too. I’ve got a surprise. You’ll love it. I smiled. Vincent always had a way of making me forget the darkness, even if it was for a little while. I could not overemphasize just how much I had fallen. This was the kind of love that consumed you, took over everything, and I knew it. It was even stronger than the love I had for him when we were first married… But I just couldn’t help myself. He was mine as much as I was his.

“He loved another! Yes, that same woman you thought he was just having a mere fling with—your darling betrothed loved her and never once stopped looking for her. You may have cleared her flight history so well, but when he finds her, your little secret will be out in the open!” “I’m not scared, Vivian. Not in the slightest, because if he loved her, he wouldn’t let her go just because you returned,” Signoral replied. Vivian stared and nodded before turning to leave. “Maybe you don’t know that we value things as humans, mostly after we lose them. I can say that I learned that the hardest way.” “You’ve been settled, Viv, darling. Leave the low life and take care of that child,” Signoral respond

"Ashton Vince, Alpha Heir. Do you take Loveth Ainsworth to be your bonded mate? To honour her, protect her, stand beside her through the trials and triumphs of life and leadership? To forsake all others, cleaving only unto her, until death parts the path?" The words hung in the air, heavy as lead. *Forsake all others.* The image slammed into him, unbidden, devastating: Novah, in that borrowed cottage bed, moonlight silvering her skin, her dark eyes wide and trusting, filled with a love so pure it had terrified him even as he drowned in it. Her scent – vanilla and warmth and *home* – a ghost memory that made the cloying flowers smell like decay. Her voice, trembling as she’d whispered her fee

The kind you let out when nothing else fits. Then he looked at me—really looked—and said, “Something's changed.” “I know,” I whispered. “But one thing hasn’t. I still love you.” His expression shattered just a little. But then his voice came again. This time layered—his own voice tangled with a second, thinner, colder one. “Then kiss him, Alika. If your love is true, I will vanish. If you doubt—just a little—I will own him forever.” I shivered.