روايات وقصص ضمن You Owe Me My Love

This was supposed to make you fall for me but I can see that I have failed with that but still I want to you to know. You are it for me, none other will do I love you. Micah. A love letter: From the person who love you to the ends of the world and back. Micah.

“I wanted to tell you.” I gaze into his eyes. There is a hint of recklessness in them. The ability to put everything on one throw of the dice. I wonder why I never noticed it before. “So why didn’t you?” “I was afraid. I didn’t want you to love me less. I love you so much, Star.” “Who do we owe this money to?” Something flashes in his eyes. “You don’t owe anyone, Star. It’s me and only me, who owes this debt.”

George had also died a while ago. This letter went through multiple hands before it reached mine. It was the last thing he owned. 'If we are reborn, may we never be a couple again.' I thought the same.

He is my greatest love. “Thank you for being well because without you I don’t know what life would be like for me now, I owe you all this so I hope you let me love you until the end of my death,” I said. "Just love me, my love."

"I'm sorry I can't love you the way you deserve. I’m sorry I can’t even give you half of what you've given me." Ian’s expression softened, his whole body radiating calm and steady reassurance. He cupped my face in both hands, brushing his thumbs tenderly over my cheeks. “Amber, listen to me,” he said, voice low and steady. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m not here because I want something from you. I’m here because I love you.” My heart broke all over again at those words. Pure. True. Unselfish. The kind of love I’d stopped believing existed.

he mouthed. ​"Because I hate you," I whispered, my lips inches from his. "And I won't let a man I hate die such an easy death. You owe me, Dante. You owe me for every minute I spent in that penthouse. You owe me for the tracker. And you're going to pay me back by helping me burn the Romanovs to the ground."

And I was the reason for it. “I love you,” I whispered again. “You think you can come back here and pretend I don’t own every part of you? You're wrong baby. You're mine, only mine. Even your brothers can do nothing about it. I possess you.” Fuck. I am still a possessive asshole. But it is true. He is mine and I’ll do anything even grovel at his feet and give my life for him to love me again.

Zoe inquired of Daniele and Eric, who were still clinging to each other and hugging her. Instead of responding, Daniele chose to say something else to express his gratitude. "I'll increase your credit card limit, my dear," Daniele said on the spur of the moment. Zoe shifted her gaze to her shoulder, her gaze fixed on Daniel, who was standing on her right side. The girl asked for another offer with her right brow raised. "Could you please give me your black card, Dan?" Zoe bargained. Daniele smiled and kissed the top of Zoe's head before answering. "I'll propose a new one for you," Daniele said with a big smile.

Before I left, the nurse asked, "Do you hate me for not letting you live the life of a wealthy child?" I turned back and replied, "No, I’m grateful."

“And before you say what you mean, I'd like to make a new offer for you.” “New offer?” Sean raised his eyebrows. “Okay, explain.” “I will return all the money you ever gave my father.” Sean chuckled. “The debt is so big that you can probably only replace it with your body. Nope. I reject your offer. And you—” Sean's eyes turned sensual, “—you will be my wife soon according to the agreement.” “I'm not an item that can be bought casually, and why are you so relaxed? It's a matter of marriage, not buying and selling companies.”