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Loving him was a losing game." Have you ever felt heartbroken because someone didn't love you back, or used by someone simply because you loved them? Accepting that he could never be yours, no matter how hard you tried. Every time you tried to push your feelings away, they always came flooding back, everytime you see him. When you finally gathered the courage to take a chance, you realized it was too late, or perhaps it was never meant to be. But then, five years later, you discover that the guy you fell for is now your mysterious fiancé!
There's a certain kind of ache that comes from loving someone who will never love you back. It's not sharp or fleeting like the sting of betrayal. No, it's deeper-like an endless echo in the hollow spaces of your chest. That was the kind of love I carried for him, a quiet storm I couldn't escape.
I met Liam when I was nineteen, still young enough to believe that love, if pure enough, could conquer anything. He wasn't perfect, not in the way fairy tales describe. But his imperfections were what drew me to him-the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets, the way he laughed like the world was his to take, the way he made me feel seen even when I was drowning in my own invisibility.
But that was the cruel irony of it all. I loved him with everything I had, but to him, I was just a friend. A confidante. Someone he could share his dreams with, never realizing that my dream was standing right in front of me. I listened to stories of the girls he dated, gave him advice when he was heartbroken, and stayed silent when his happiness with someone else felt like shards of glass in my heart.
I tried to move on. God knows I tried. But every time I thought I had buried my feelings deep enough, they'd resurface like weeds, relentless and unyielding. Loving Liam was like trying to hold water in my hands-futile and exhausting. And yet, I couldn't stop.
One night, after years of swallowing my feelings, I finally worked up the courage to tell him. I rehearsed the words over and over, clinging to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd see me the way I saw him. But by the time I reached him, he was holding someone else's hand, his eyes lit up with the kind of love I had prayed for. It was too late.
I left that chapter of my life behind-or so I thought. I buried my feelings for Liam in the darkest corners of my heart and walked away, vowing to never let myself fall into the trap of unrequited love again.
But fate, with its cruel sense of humor, had other plans.
Five years later, as I stared at the engagement ring on my finger and the name on the contract in front of me, I felt the world tilt. The man I had spent years trying to forget, the one who had unknowingly broken me, was now my fiancé.
Liam.
How do you love someone who has already broken your heart once? How do you prepare yourself to face the very person who defined and destroyed what love meant to you?
This is my story-the price of loving him.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”