What Did I Do To Deserve You Novels & Stories

“What did you say again?” “I don't know why you are doing this to me or why you resent me when I have only known you for less than 48 hours. But I deserve to know what this is all about,” “I am going to tell you and you are going to listen carefully. I am doing this to you because you deserve it. Not the advantage of marriage, but the pain and misery that comes with it, and about knowing me? You have a damn phone, search it up and don't be a brainless bimbo,” he spat at me.

“I always found that sentence weird. How can you fall in love with the same person a second time when you’re already in love? I know what it means, but it was weird. Now I feel it. You deserve the world. And honestly, you deserve a better, stronger man.” “I deserve you.” I correct him, and he laughs. “Let me finish. You deserve a better, stronger man, one who can give you all the happiness you deserve. I hope I’m that man, and if I’m not, if I’m lacking in any way, I can fix it. I will fix it. It’s you and me forever.” I giggled and pushed him away. “You’re insane.” My eyes rolled, and I sat up. “Do you want something to eat?”

My hands gripped the edge of the bottle, knuckles turning white. “Why are they so hell-bent on destroying me like.. why ?” My voice trembled, my mind racing through every possibility, I felt like crying for a moment. “What did I do to deserve this?” Sean sighed, stepping beside me. “You know that’s not how this works,” he murmured. “You didn’t ‘deserve’ this. But someone wants you to think you do. All We have to do is work together, and hope on the best”

Her eyes mist over, her lips tremble. — Don't cry, I say softly. — I'm not crying. — You're going to cry. — No. — Yes. She laughs, and a tear falls. I wipe it with my thumb. Her skin is so soft under my finger. — It's too much, she says. — Nothing is too much for you. — I don't deserve... — Hush. I put my finger on her lips. I feel their warmth, their softness. — Never say that. Never think that. You deserve everything. You deserve the world. And I will give it to you.

Even when she hated me the most. "You loved me when I didn't deserve it and treated you like trash... and up until I locked you in that dungeon, you still loved me. You still cared. You held on to hope for my sake... I've heard what you did for for me, even praying to the goddess on my behalf. I never appreciated it back then, but now I do. So how then can you think you're not enough? If anything, Sadie, I'm the one who isn't enough for you. I don't deserve you."

“I don’t deserve you,” Christian whispered. That was the only thing he could say without a single doubt. “I treated you like shit from the moment you’ve been here, I’ve disrespected you, betrayed you, and you’re still by my side. I don’t deserve you.”

Serves you right. Do I? Do I really deserve being treated like this?

"Do I deserve you?" Why do you care so much about me? I literally have nothing but this restaurant. I don't have a large house, so I sleep in the locker room. I don't have a mother or a father. I'm not as wealthy as you. I don't know how to drive, I don't know how to cook, I don't know how to take care of others, I don't know how to speak to others respectfully, I don't know how to leave a club without being wasted. if I'm in your life, I'm a mistake or an error in your perfect wonderful existence. Do you still desire someone like me?"

What did I do to deserve all these wrongful treatment? I fell in love and what I deserved was hurt? Betrayal? It hurt so much.

Eva watched me carefully, as if she knew I wasn’t finished yet. I added, quieter now—yet laced with unmistakable warning, “But they will pay for everything I’m feeling right now.” “Ma’am,” Eva gripped my hand tightly, “you can’t let your emotions take over. Your condition—” “I know,” I cut in softly. I knew. My emotions could destroy me. But what they had done… They had already destroyed me first. My eyes burned. Tears gathered, but this time, I didn’t let them fall. I didn’t want to look weak.