Who Do You Love: A Novel Novels & Stories

BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

"What was the one thing? What are you talking about?" He was quiet for a moment. "I wasn't supposed to love you. I knew I couldn't tell you how I felt . . . and I sure as hell was never allowed to touch you. Not like that. Not like I did." "Who said that?" Jenny demanded. "Who told you that you couldn't love me or . . . wait." Her cheeks went pink as realization dawned in her eyes. "Wait just one fucking minute. Nico . . . did you say . . . do you love me?"

She bursted "Not yet but he's nice. Nicer than Christian." "That's the point, you still kept saying Christian, Christian and Christian again." She said and I sighed "You still love him do you?" She asked "Yeah, you can say that. It's not easy. I even don't know why? He treat ne so badly but I still love him. Idiot." I mumbled "With you transfering, do you think you will move on?" She asked "Maybe." "Maybe is not the answer honey." Lia said

she protested weakly, "I do not wish to marry him. I do not love him." "Love is a luxury that few can afford, child," Aunt Mary replied, her lips thinning. "You will marry the Duke and you will learn to be a good wife to him. You do not have a choice." Rose felt a chill run down her spine. Her aunt was not one to make idle threats, and she knew that she would have to obey her wishes, no matter how much it pained her.

"Love is built on loyalty, Zoe. It's not something you share. Could you accept your partner constantly hurting you because of someone else?" "I…" She hesitated before mumbling, "I'm sorry, Willow. I just can't help feeling bad for Uncle Christopher." "This is all on him," I said flatly. After the call, Leo showed up and whisked me away for a meal. We'd been given half a day off, and he'd gone all out, preparing a feast. He even invited Professor Tate and all the seniors from our project to join us. I thought the food was pretty good, but everyone else had these weird looks on their faces and barely touched their plates.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

I knew every second I delayed was another moment of my life wasted on him. Before I boarded, Brian stopped by one last time. When he learned of my departure, he simply sighed and wished me happiness and peace in the future. I thanked him but felt a pang of sadness. Even Brian, an outsider, appreciated my years of sacrifice, while Reynold, who benefited most directly, was the first to betray me. Just before I boarded my flight, Reynold texted me. Reynold: "Honey, I made your favorite baked salmon today." Reynold: "I'll be there soon. Wait for me."

Then he whispered against my skin: “You’re playing with fire, Lovia. And when it burns you… I don’t know if I’ll save you.” I turned, kissed his jaw softly, and smiled. “Then stay close, Doctor. Because the fire’s only getting hotter.” My phone pinged as I began dressing properly.It was the tarot card reading appointment. “I hope this message finds you well, Miss Lovia Diaz. I have a strong message about your fate . appointment is tomorrow…please treat it urgent.“

He looked at the dark television then the golden cakes on the floor, he reached out with a trembling hand, picking one up. He took a bit, swallowing it like it was poison. I should have felt victory but it left a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like a villain. Then a text came in. “The body in the hospital or the Omega you keep hidden, which one do you love more, you are a sick human Kieran Vale, or did you put the other Omega in there from fucking him into a near death state.”

She needed something solid. But even the numbers betrayed her. They blurred into shapes, not unlike the brushstrokes Alex might use—messy, uncontrolled, unpredictable. She slammed the laptop shut and leaned back, covering her face with her hands. For years, she had believed she had escaped the risk of heartbreak by burying herself in work. Love was optional, unnecessary, and a distraction. Unrequited love had once seemed like something that happened to weaker people—those who wasted time chasing something that would never love them back.