When Love is not enough
Broken and shattered, Andre Torello contemplated suicide. Love failed him, it pierced his heart and left him bleeding. There's nothing left to hold on to, nothing is left when love has failed him. His fiancee left him, she kept him waiting while she walked the aisle with a richer man. He thought love was stronger than wealth and riches, he'd always believed that nothing can break love but it's all a fallacy.
But what if love is waiting at the door? What if all he needed to do was glance in a different direction, but it was too late, Andre concluded. There's no love anywhere again. He'd been shattered by love; he is not ready to give in to its deception anymore. Love is cruel. But more than a lost love, something else was waiting, a throne and a lover and Andre Torello had only one option, accept it or get ruined forever.
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Chapter 2
Pregnant? How can Jasmine be pregnant with Patrick's child when they were still together two days ago and made love? Oh yes, that's possible, he'd never made love to her without protection. Was she getting involved with Patrick while she was still with him?
"You're an ingrate Jasmine. You're a wicked woman. Only now you remember your future needs to be secured? Andre works hard to pay your tuition fee through the university, he could have saved those large amounts of money, securing his own future.
Andre now lives with a single kidney, he gave you one and he wasn't thinking about his future when he donated his kidney to you. Twice, he'd given your mother his blood in transfusion and paid all your hospital bills, leaving him without savings.
He takes two jobs, sometimes three to meet your needs and that of your life along with his own. His future was left unattended because he was ensuring you are fine. Now you think he doesn't have an identity?
He doesn't have a family and he's a bastard. What about the sacrifices he'd made for you and your family? Being from the orphanage doesn't make him less human than anyone else. Can you pay for the kidney and blood he gave to save your life and that of the members of your family..." Felix reprimanded.
"Shut the fuck! What has he done that someone hasn't done before? Is he the first person who is stupid for love? He is simply being an idiot who is in love with my woman. I don't blame him, an orphan like him, is not expected to be wise but become a captive of love" Patrick squeaked.
Turning to Andre he said "Tell me how much you have spent and I will double it back in refund. But don't trouble my pregnant wife anymore. Guards, throw this imbeciles out of my sight"
Felix pulled Andre along to go. He initially was leaving but suddenly pulled his hand away and ran back to Jasmine. He knelt before her and held her hand "Don't leave me Jasmine. I can't survive without you. I promise to work harder..." he was pleading.
Two hefty men pulled him up by his collar and hit him heavily in his belly and the other hit him hard on his face. His lips got wounded and he spat out blood. Felix ran over and said "Will you take away his fiancée and also kill him?"
The onlookers started murmuring. But the men kept on hitting Andre and he kept stretching his hands to Jasmine. His face was now bruised that eventually Jasmine said "Please stop them Patrick" she can't take it that these men kept hitting and kicking his belly like this.
"Let him go. If you think you can compete with me over anything, you'll be dead. And when next you laid those filthy hands of yours on my wife again, I won't leave you with an intact corpse" Patrick warned and pulled Jasmine with him into the car.
Just as she was going to get into the car, Jasmine glanced back at the man she used to love and cared about, his face was battered and he was bleeding from his lips. She left him because he is not financially stable like Patrick otherwise, Andre was perfect for any woman.
She shrugged and got into the car.
Alice waited all day and there was no sign of Andre. She's worried especially when she remembers that he didn't go with his phone. She called Felix and he told her that he would call her back.
Alice is a retired matron from the orphanage. She'd lost her husband a few years earlier and when she was retiring, she adopted Andre. She liked young Andre, intelligent and good looking. Despite being in the orphanage, he still outshines all the kids in looks and he is good academically.
That's how she became a mother and raised Andre. That was twenty years ago. Andre is twenty six years old now. She was going to call Felix again when her phone chirped. It was Regina, her friend.
"Regina..." Alice started talking when she was interrupted sharply by her friend "Listen to me, Alice. You should call your adoptive son to order. If he tries to interfere with my daughter and son-in-law's marriage again, he won't be spared..."
Alice was not hearing anything else. She glanced at her phone, isn't this Regina, Jasmine's mother? Besides being friends all their lives, her son was engaged to her daughter and they were hoping to get married in February the following year.
Seeing she was sure of the caller ID, she said "Regina, it's me Alice, Andre's mother" she said, letting her know that she was saying the wrong words to her. She probably was going to call someone else and ended up calling her.
"Of course I know who I am talking to, Alice Torello. You should tell your son Andre Torello that thing you picked from the orphanage to leave my daughter alone. Next time, Patrick might kill him" and hung up.
Alice gently brought her phone down from her ears. What the heck is going on? Andre, Jasmine, marriage. What is happening? Did Jasmine...wait who is Patrick? Remembering Felix looks earlier and how he suddenly pulled Andre along with him, a certain reality dawned on Alice.
She gently sank into the sofa, supporting herself by holding her head between her palms. What is happening? A few hours had passed and her son hadn't returned. Did Jasmine get married to someone else and jilted him?
Andre would die if Jasmine leaves him. He loves her too much. Tears cascaded down her cheeks uncontrollably. Regina reminded her that Andre was her adoptive son. Does she need to remind her that?
Where is she going to go now, to find Andre. Why isn't Felix picking his calls? She was still thinking when she heard the noise of Felix's bike. She stepped out quickly and saw Andre stepping down from Felix's bike with a bandaged face.
His body was wounded and his clothes were as if he was beaten up by goons.
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9.1
After my second chance at life, I took the initiative to sever all possible ties with Rhett.
When he chose to live in the east of the city, I bought a house in the west, putting a whole town between us.
On the rare occasion he brought the child to my house for a meal, I would lock myself in my room and pretend to be sick, refusing to see him.
When I heard he had volunteered to transfer to our area to work at the factory, I immediately submitted my resignation letter that very night.
Seizing the opportunities of the economic boom, I headed south.
In my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and for forty years, he had belittled me.
He constantly compared me to his unattainable ideal, blaming me for ruining his dream of becoming a factory director.
Even as I lay dying, he shamelessly planned his wedding with his perfect fantasy.
My stepson, whom I had raised with care, was busy helping with the wedding preparations, abandoning me to face death alone.
Having lived through such a failed life once, I swore I would never endure it again.
8.4
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me.
Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face.
Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds.
With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor.
"We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed.
The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire.
The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck.
I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash.
In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath.
I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later.
I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall.
"I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.
8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.
9.7
For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife.
But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull.
"Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!"
I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world.
It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout.
For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM?
Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me.
I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
9.0
As the building crumbled around us, my husband, a paramedic, held the only oxygen mask.
He gave it to his high school sweetheart, not to me, his wife who was struggling to breathe.
Pinned under a beam, I gasped that I was pregnant. He told me to stop being dramatic and left me to die, taking our son with him. My own son agreed, telling his father I always "bounce back."
I lost our baby, alone in a hospital room, while they fussed over her "anxiety attack" across the hall. They had chosen her, leaving me and our child in the rubble without a second thought.
When he finally confronted me, it wasn't to apologize, but to demand I stop my "games." So I gave him exactly what he and our son had wished for.
"I'm divorcing you," I said calmly. "And you can have Jax. I no longer want to be his mother."
8.9
NOT LIKE THIS!!!
Talia Grey never expected to meet the man she abandoned like this! A wife trapped in a marriage where the furniture are of more value than her being.
She used to be the rich kid, he was the pauper! Now he stands before her as heir to a powerful empire - cold, untouchable and dangerously handsome.
Meanwhile Ethan Reed has spent five years drowning himself in work enough to forget about her, not until one meeting shatters it all.
Five years ago, Talia Grey walked away from the only man she ever loved; bound by duty and fear. Now, his grandfather's 80th birthday and retirement celebration has brought him back to her city.
"You're.....rich?" Talia's voice dropped, her hands trembling beneath the table as she recounted the contours of his face, but Ethan scoffed with a clenched fist.
His now cold gaze pierced the eyes of the once naive young lady he'd give his all for....... "why? Are you going to divorce your husband and jump back to me? You're still so crazy over wealth....you disgust me Lia"
She felt an arrow to her chest...
He hates her for breaking him like that.... But what about her?!
Talia has never known love and acceptance till she met him, yet he lied to her!
She can't believe she gave her life to protect a lie.
Their once structured and fated lives become disrupted again. She's married, he's getting engaged....but both hearts have refused to stop aching and yearning for each other.
The question remains.... Is the universe teasing them or are they about to complete the pages of their unfinished love story????