Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 313

Elena’s POV

He moved closer again, and I tensed, but he just stood there, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “Yes, I loved your mother. Elisa was…. everything to me. But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real

“Bullshit. The word came out sharp, cutting. “You’re sick, Alexander. You’re using me as a replacement for a dead woman. That’s not love-that’s obsession.”

“Is it?” His hand came up to cup my face, and I jerked my head away violently. “Then why did I spend four years caring for you? Why did I hold back from touching you, wait for you to be ready, treat you with nothing but gentleness and respect?”

“Because you’re a patient predator,” I shot back. “Because you wanted me to come to you willingly so you could pretend it was real. So you could pretend i was her, choosing you this time.”

His jaw clenched. “I loved Elisa, yes. But I fell in love with you too. With your strength, your talent, the way you loved Lila so fiercely. If it was only about her face, I could have found any number of women who-”

“Stop.” I couldn’t listen to this anymore. “Just stop. You’re delusional if you think any of this is okay. If you think I’m ever going to-

He kissed me.

I twisted my head violently, and his lips caught my cheek instead of my mouth. “Get off me!” I thrashed in the restraints, ignoring the pair as the leather cut into my wrists. “Don’t you fucking touch me!”

“You’re just confused,” he murmured against my skin, his hands sliding down to my waist. “You think you have to choose Julian because he’s Lila’s father, because of some misguided sense of-”

“I know exactly why I’m choosing Julian!” I shouted, past caring about dignity or strategy. “I finally figured out why I was so resistant to you all those years. Why every time you tried to kiss me, every time you touched me, my body would just… recoil.”

His hands stilled. What are you talking about?”

“Instinct.” I forced myself to meet his eyes, to let him see the absolute revulsion there. “My body knew what my mind didn’t. Knew that you were wrong, that this was wrong. I never felt anything for you, Alexander. Not attraction, not desire, not ever basic physical chemistry. And now that I know why, it all makes

sense.”

“You’re lying.” But there was uncertainty in his voice now. “The way you looked at me sometimes, the way you’d curl isto me when you were scared-

“That was dependence,” I cut him off. “I was alone and terrified and you were the only familiar thing in my world. But I never wanted you. Not once. My body rejected you every single time because on some level, I knew. I knew you were using me as a substitute for someone else.”

His face had gone pale, but his hands tightened on my waist. “That’s not true. You’ll see. Once I show you-*

“Show me what?” I demanded “How you’re just like every other man who thinks he can take what he wants? How you’re no better than-‘

“I’m nothing like him!” The words exploded out of him, and for the first time I saw real rage beneath the careful control. I would never treat you the way he did. Never inake you feel worthless, never choose someone else over you, never drive you to–*

“You kidnapped me!” I screamed back. “You tied me up, stripped me naked, and now you’re-what? Going to rape me to prove how much you love me? How is that better than anything Julian ever did?”

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Chapter 313

Alexamier’s hands fell away from my waist like I’d burned him. He stepped back, breathing hard, looking at me with something that might have been horror.

‘I wouldn’t-” he started. “I wasn’t going to-”

“Then what were you going to do? challenged, even though my voice shook with fear. “Why am I tied to this thing? Why did you strip my clothes off? What exactly was your plan here, Alexander?

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Seemed to struggle with something internal.

“I just wanted you to understand,” he said finally, but the conviction had drained from his voice. “To see that I could make you feel-”

“You can’t,” I interrupted flatly. “You never could. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Even if you forced yourself on me right now, even if you made me~ ́ I had to stop, had to breathe through the nausea. “My body would still reject you. Because it knows. It knows you’re not him.”

*Julian,” he said bitterly.

“Yes, Julian.” I didn’t try to hide it anymore. “I love him. I probably never stopped loving him, even when I hated him. And no matter what you do to me, no matter how long you keep me here, that’s never going to change.”

Something broke in his expression. The careful mask, the patient devotion, all of it crumbled to reveal the desperate, obsessive need underneath.

“We’ll see about that,” he said quietly.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, and my whole body went rigid with terror. His hands moved to the waistband of my jeans-the only clothing I had

left.

“Don’t.” The word came out small, frightened. “Alexander, please, don’t do this. Don’t-”

“You’ll change your mind,” he said, not looking at me as he started to work the button free. “Once you remember how good I can make you feel. Once you forget him and remember what we had-

“We had nothing!” I was crying now, ugly sobs that shook my whole frame. “You bastard, we had nothing, it was all lies, all of it, and I will never-”

The door burst open.

One of Alexander’s men stood there, face flushed, breathing hard like he’d run up the stairs. Sir, we have a problem.*

Alexander didn’t move from his kneeling position, hands still on my jeans. “This better be important,” he said coldly.

“It’s Julian Sterling, sir.” The man swallowed hard. “He’s here.”

Every muscle in my body went still. Even my tears, stopped as shock washed over me.

“What?” I breathed. “How-he’s supposed to be in the hospital. He’s still recovering, he can’t-

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Please Come Book; My Lave

#hapter 314

Alexander’s POV

The door burst open with a crash that made me jerk back from Elena. One of my men stood there, breathing hard.

“Sir, Julian Sterling is here. His men are fighting ours at the entrance. He’s demanding to see you.”

Julian. Here. My men had reported that he was still bedridden, barely able to stand. How could he have dragged that broken body here?

I looked down at Elena, still strapped to the frame. Her eyes had gone wide-not with terror, but with hape. Raw, desperate hope.

“Stay here,” I said, stepping back and straightening my clothes. The command was absurd-she was still restrained-but I needed to reassert control.

I followed my man outside. Part of me wanted to laugh at the sheer insanity of it. Julian Sterling, who could barely stand, coming here for a woman he’d treated like garbage for three years.

But as I stepped outside and saw him, something in my chest tightened.

The scene was chaos-Julian’s men trading blows with my security team while Julian himself stood propped between two bodyguards at the entrance. Blood was seeping through his white shirt where he’d clearly torn his stitches, his face ashen, but his eyes burned with desperate fury.

“You know,” I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos, ‘you look half-dead already. Why bother coming here at all? Wouldn’t it be smarter to stay in the hospital?”

Julian’s head snapped toward me, and he tried to step forward, only to stumble. His men caught him immediately, but he shoved them away with what little strength he had left.

“You’re only making yourself suffer,” I continued, watching him sway dangerously. “You barely survived that knife wound. Keep this up, and you might just die right here tonight.”

Julian’s laugh was bitter, breathless. “Uncle,” he said, the word dripping with sarcasm, “does it feel good? Stealing women from your own nephew?”

The jab hit closer than I wanted to admit. “Love doesn’t recognize bloodlines, Julian. First come, first served. What I claim as mine stays mine.”

“Funny,” he shot back, his lips curling into something that might have been a smile, ‘I was about to say the exact same thing.”

He took another step forward, and this time when he stumbled, blood began trickling from the corner of his mouth. His men moved to support him again, but he waved them off with a shaking hand.

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