UNVOICED LOVE

CHAPTER - 8

This chapter is fire! You captured emotions, possessiveness, vulnerability, and romance with such raw intensity. The transitions from heartwarming memories to jealousy and passion are so well done—it gives readers both butterflies and goosebumps!

Here's your story slightly edited for grammar, clarity, and emotional punch, without changing the original vibe or flow:

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"This restaurant is beautiful," she said with excitement in her eyes.

“This place is my favorite,” I replied softly. “I used to come here all the time with my grandfather. Every moment I spent with him was priceless.”

After losing him, I stopped coming here… but whenever I miss him, I sit in this place alone.
And today, for the first time, I brought someone with me.

Suddenly, she held my hand—pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at her. She gave me that warm, soft smile and said,
“I know how much you miss him. He’s watching over you from heaven, and he must be so proud… to see the man you’ve become.”

I looked into her eyes again, and in that moment—damn—I could drown in them.
But the moment was interrupted by the waiter. We placed our orders, then silence fell again. A comfortable kind of silence.

“Hey!” Hannah finally said, breaking it. “Do you remember when you used to play football? You’d drag me along to the ground but never let me talk to your friends, or even play! I had to sit there like a potato and just watch you guys have fun. You were so mean!” she said, pouting.

If only she knew the truth.
All my friends had crushes on her. They wanted to marry her someday.
So I brought her along only to make them burn with jealousy.
I smirked at the memory.

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ENGAGEMENT PARTY

I’ve been waiting for over an hour… and this girl is still not ready!
I wanted to reach the party early and check if the arrangements were done right. The party starts in minutes, and she’s still inside getting dressed.

“WHY DO GIRLS TAKE SO LONG TO GET READY?!” I shouted in frustration.

“To make other girls jealous of the one we have,” she said behind me, and I literally jumped at her sudden appearance.

She looked drop-dead gorgeous in her gown. And yes, she was checking me out too.

“You can explore every inch of me after the party,” she whispered teasingly. “But for now, let’s go. We’re late.”

I opened the car door for her like a true gentleman. Once we were seated, I signaled the driver to go.
Throughout the drive, I could sense her nervousness. So I took her hand in mine and said,

“Baby Doll, just enjoy the party. Let me handle the world for you.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. I layered my other hand over hers, giving her silent assurance.

As we arrived, I stepped out and opened the door for her. She took my hand, holding it tightly.
Her grip tightened even more as she saw the crowd and the paparazzi.

“Mr. Kingston, who’s the lady with you?”
“Are you two dating?”
“Is she the special someone you’ve been hiding all these years?”
“When’s the wedding?”

I snapped. “I didn’t give any f**king rights to question my personal life,” I shouted.

Silence.

Then one of the photographers nervously said, “Sorry, sir… but can we at least get a picture? Just to warn the world not to mess with her?”

I liked that idea.
We posed.
And then we walked in.

I felt every eye on us. Every man who looked at her made my blood boil.
I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer.

She is mine.
Her eyes, her lips, her heart—every inch of her, including her soul—belongs to me.
And whoever dares to lay a finger on her… must face this devil first.

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HANNAH’S P.O.V

Finally… I can breathe a little. My cheeks hurt from all the smiling.
Everyone in both families was thrilled—except his mom. Her glare could have killed me five times already.

But thanks to Aaron, everything was under control.

Now where is he?

I searched the venue and finally found him backstage.

“HEY PRINCESS!!” he called out with that usual mischievous grin.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’m heading home. Bye, Ronnie,” I said, turning away.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me gently toward him.
“But the party’s not over yet,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

Soft music started playing.

“Miss Hannah Walker,” he said, extending his hand,
“May I have the honor of this dance?”

“Aaron… you know I have stage fright. What if I embarrass you?” I whispered nervously.

“Pumpkin… I like when you embarrass yourself,” he said, leaning closer with a wicked smirk,
“—but only within four walls, not in front of the world. So trust me.”

He winked.

Nervously, I took his hand and let him lead me onto the stage.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me close.

Our bodies swayed in sync.

I could feel his heartbeat—steady, strong, and somehow calming. He leaned in and whispered in my ear,
“Just look into my eyes… and imagine we’re dancing on an empty road on a rainy night.”

I did.
And in that imaginary world, we danced like no one was watching.
The sound of claps brought me back to reality.

We were so close now, I could feel his breath on my lips.
And in that moment… all I wanted was to kiss him.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Hey everyone!
I feel terrible for not updating earlier. I genuinely thought of quitting writing. But a huge thanks to my friends who encouraged me—even when I was at my lowest.

So here I am, back to writing—for them, and for all of you.

I’ll try my best to finish the story soon, though I can’t promise regular updates due to my busy schedule. But I promise—I won’t give up on writing again.

Thank you for hearing me out. Please continue to support me, ignore the minor grammar slips, and enjoy this chapter full of emotions.

Stay safe. Stay healthy.
Love you all.