Walau Harus Mengorbankan Hati Novels & Stories

She tried hard but the instinct to cry right now was overpowering her determination to resist it. Nothing in life is permanent, a time always comes when we must give sacrifices, close one chap that might intrigue us the most and begin a new one, experience the ups and downs it holds for us and cherish the exclusivity it offers and keep going like this. After all, this is what life is.

But I couldn't let that love turn into hatred, not towards Ella. I would continue to wear this mask, hoping that one day, my heart would find solace and true happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own desires and burying my pain deep within.

A pang of hurt clenches my heart. The memory of last night's conversation with my mom about the impending photo shoot with Alex and the forced marriage resurfaces. The tears well up as I ponder if they couldn't see the pain this loveless marriage would inflict. I understand the duty to my pack, but sacrificing my happiness seems an exorbitant price to pay. The realization that my parents don't perceive it that way stings deeply.

These are the sacrifices you make for the people you love. And I know I’m not supposed to. Shimma had already put me through pain and hell. She doesn’t deserve my love and forgiveness, and for that, I should hate her, right? I should end her life for good because, despite all my sacrifices, despite all the things I risked for her, she still chose to push me away.

"Then you will give birth without a husband and your child will be born a bastard. Is it what you want?" "No, but I've hurt him in the worst way possible. I cannot betray him again this way, my conscience won't let me." "Well, there isn't much options at this point, and you will have to decide, which one you're willing to sacrifice, your damned conscience or the future of your child, because you can't have it both ways. Make up your mind, because this is how life works, you can't have everything you want, you get some, you lose some!"

This was a sacrifice of his own heart, a choice that demanded more courage than any battle he had ever fought. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he prepared to face what he’d been avoiding all along. He couldn’t control Hana’s choices and he couldn’t make her stay if she didn’t want to. He could only let her go and trust that whatever bond they shared was strong enough to bring her back.

That part had been destroyed the moment Luca took that deal. Maybe this is what I deserved. Maybe you don’t get to choose love when you’re born into chains. Maybe the price of protection is sacrifice. And maybe the people you try to save will never understand what you gave up for them. I tried to save Luca from this world, but in the end, he became just another transaction. Another casualty. Another name I would carry like a scar.

Making sacrifices is sometimes necessary for love. I couldn't ignore the pain her words caused me. "But Mom," I muttered, my voice cracking, "if I do this, how can I live with myself? Knowing that I sold my soul for money, how do I feel when I look in the mirror? With a heavy sigh, she tightened her hold on my hand. Isabella, you're not selling your soul for nothing. You're protecting those you care about. That's what really matters. I withdrew my hand and suddenly stood up. However, what about my happiness? What about my wants?

It's important to choose first. These were words that swayed like a deadly threat. A challenge. "I felt like racing through my heart, but I remained level headed." I inquired, my voice low and composed. Thorn stepped aside, his most melancholic expression being on his lips. "I've always known that I can't come back and win this battle.". The issue revolves around what you're willing to sacrifice.? Your willingness to give up. " My hands were clasped tightly. "I've already made a sacrifice for my people and this kingdom.". Do you have any more desires? "

I just realized that in order to get rid from any heartaches, you should know how to remote yourself from people who have the potential in breaking you down. You should know how to place yourself. Know your limitations, know your worth from people you care too much. Just because you love them, it doesn't mean you'll allow them to oppress you. It doesn't mean you will forever do things according to their will and satisfactions.