You Owe Me My Love Novels & Stories

That’s the thing about him, the part that makes him the man that I once loved: he helped me when I didn’t even know I needed it. Regardless of what he believes, I owe him this much. With a shaky breath, I hold his gaze and ask, “What do you need from me?”

"I'm suffocating...why are you possessive of me when you don't even love me?" she asked. He brought his face closer to her and said," Love is a hard word. It's for the heart to decide who to love. I'll let my heart decide whom to love between my childhood friend and you. But it's for me to decide who I own." He whispered to her ear and said,"you are mine, Amy Owen...you are mine and will always be."

I let him finish, and when he closed the bag, I walked over. — “I’ll pay you back, Malick. » He laughed softly, shaking his head. — “It’s not a loan. And then… how do you plan to repay such a sum? » I blushed, my lips pursed. — “Thank you…” I breathed. He came closer, placed his warm hands on my shoulders, and looked into mine. — “I love you, Amenda. And I can't watch you suffer. Now your problems... they're mine too. »

“Thanks so much, Jay. I love you.” I lifted a brow. “Are you certain you love me and not my money?” “Didn't you come as a package? Like a buy one and get one free deal?”

“Very okay.” “What does that mean?” she asked. “It means that she’s not crying for you, Marcus.” That hurt him. I could hear it in his voice. “Please,” he whispered. “I love her.” “Love doesn’t pay debts,” I said flatly. “You should have thought of that the moment you decided to steal from me and betray me.” He exhaled shakily. “I’m working on the money. I just need time." “The clock is ticking,” I reminded him. “And you don’t want to lose your little princess, do you?”

"Owen, the person you love is Vivian. I was the one being delusional." Owen's expression darkened. He stared at me in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing across his eyes. A second later, it was replaced by mockery. "Is this your new trick? Are you playing hard to get?" I was just about to shake my head when he tightened his grip on my arm until it hurt. "No matter what you try, I won't go easy on you. You will make that wedding dress whether you want to or not. Don't forget that you spent three years in a coma, living off my money. You owe me."

"I thought winning meant making someone pay for what they'd taken from me. I didn't understand, until you, that winning could mean something else entirely — building something instead of destroying it. You didn't just survive my plan, Mia. You dismantled it, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of it except the version of my life I actually wanted. I don't have a contract for what I'm promising you now. I just have the truth, which is that I choose you. Not because of leverage, not because of strategy. Because you're the only calculation I ever got wrong, and the only one I'm grateful for." Mia's vows were shorter, simpler, but no less true. "I came into this marriage as collateral,"

"Did you ever love me?" "Of course I did. I still do." "Then how do you love both of us?" "I don't know." His voice cracked. "I wish I could explain it. I wish I could make it make sense. But I can't." "Try harder." "Maya —" "No. You owe me this. You owe me an explanation."

“You stopped giving me everything a long time ago Darian but I stayed “tears rolled down my cheeks as I reminisced the memories I shared with Darian which echoed in my mind hoping he would give me my grand wedding but it was all a fallacy. My chest tightened as the memories hit me like a tidal wave sending my emotions into turmoil. “I loved you because you once gave me everything “ something inside of me shattered as my mind flooded back to the days I had seen lipstick marks grazed against his skin,heavy scent of perfume and his disoriented self whenever he came back from the club. “I don't owe you anything anymore and I'm done repaying that debt “ my voice trembled as images flashed in my h

What he never should have done was claim to love her while secretly creating another family of three with someone else. With her hands trembling, Remi slowly lowered her phone and looked up at the home she had once shared with James. The house was their love nest. Every corner held evidence of their affection. She had once looked around it, happiness in her eyes, and told him that when they grew old, they would pass the house down to their child. Now, all she felt was pain.