A Game Of Love And Betrayal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nervous as she was, Daisy never forgot the words that he shouted to her on their wedding night. "You won't have me even if you married me. You are just my wife as stated on a piece of paper. My heart and my love will never belong to you. You drugged me in order to have sex with me. How dare you! I promise I'll never let such a thing happen again!" The man said angrily.

“But one thing I can tell you guys is that I really do love Londyn, and–” I laughed. “Love?” I looked over at Benjamin, and for the first time I could truly see him for who he was, a manipulator. “Two months ago Benjamin, we were making plans about our future together, and now you open your mouth to say you're in love with my sister?” My voice trembled, and I hated every bit of it, but I didn't back down. “Tell me Benjamin, what love?” I slowly made my way towards him, tears brimming in my eyes. “Is it the same love that made you throw me to the wolves? Or the same love that made you coerce me into admitting a murder I didn't commit?”

“Damien, love is like a mirror. Once it’s shattered, it’s shattered. No matter how you try to piece it back together, no matter what compensation you offer, the cracks will never disappear.” I looked him in the eye. My voice was cold, resolute. “Leave. Julian and I are getting married. Please don’t come back to disturb us again.” “Married?” It was as if Damien had been plunged into an icy abyss. The chill sank into his bones and turned his insides to stone.

“Andrew, this will be so tough for me. You don’t even realize what you are demanding. People want time, care, authority in love and you are-“ Rachel said while sobbing. “Rachel, this is the thing I want in return for my love. I need to know how much you can sacrifice for our love. Do you agree?” Andrew asked again while hugging Rachel. Rachel took a deep breath and answered, "Yes. I agree." Andrew patted her back to stop Rahel from crying and pressed some light kisses on her forehead to call her. "Get ready. You will be attending Vincenzo's party tomorrow. That's where the game begins." --------------------------------

she huffed as she took a slice of triple chocolate chip cookies. She closed her eyes and munched the cookies, saying, "Hmmmm, it's delicious." "You think Maddox will like it?" With second thoughts, I asked her. Hey, I'm not sure if he will like it; I'm just gaslighting myself. The night I saw him a few days ago wasn't great. Maybe he's furious at me. Of all the things he saw, it had to be me kissing Murphy. It's not like I kissed him back. I experience a sensation akin to that of a girlfriend who has betrayed her partner, despite the fact that we have not yet established a romantic relationship.

“James! What are you doing?” “Begging for your forgiveness. It’s okay if you don’t want to speak to me now, I understand how much I hurt you. But I’ll keep fighting for you, I’ll show you how much I love and cherish you. I won’t let you go, Amara. Not in this world, not ever.” This time the tears were not from his betrayal, but because I understood that longing for another. I felt the same way. My resolve faltered a bit, I wanted to hug him there and tell him everything was okay and that we’d work this rough patch in our journey to happiness and love.

He sealed the promise with a final, lingering kiss—a kiss that was less about passion and more about loyalty. They climbed back down, returning to the world of deceit and corporate war, but they were no longer the same. They had a secret, a sanctuary, and a shared passion that was now the true, unspoken heart of their political alliance. They separated in the shadow of the watchtower, two lovers turning into a spy and a vice president, ready to face their respective co-conspirators, their bodies thrumming with the electric promise of their next, forbidden reunion. The game was far from over, but now, Lara knew she was playing for a much higher prize than a golden parachute. She was playing f

He was eager to see Fiel publicly honored, the grand winner sailing away on his new yacht — a perfect façade for the deadly betrayal that would follow. Yet, little did he know, the princess he trusted most was already plotting to turn his plan upside down. As dawn approached, Ameerah sent a secret message to Fiel, warning him of the impending danger and instructing him on how to survive the poison’s deadly embrace. The grand hall of the Alpha Pharoah’s palace was adorned with banners and shimmering lanterns, celebrating the conclusion of the “Game of Fangs and Death.” Nobles and warriors gathered, their eyes fixed on Fiel Davidal as he stood at the center, his victorious presence impossible

Hunter kicked Sarah, causing her to roll on the ground. "You? I only love Audrey. You're just a toy I decided to fool around with because I was bored! How dare you lay a hand on Audrey! And how dare you cover up Grandma's death!" Hunter punched and kicked Sarah like a madman. She clutched her stomach, frantically begging for mercy after failing to dodge in time. He kept beating her until he was tired. Then, he brutally stepped on Sarah's well-maintained fingers and said, "Sarah, I told you not to shove our romantic moments in Audrey's face. The only person who's worthy of becoming my wife is Audrey White, not you..

Tears slide silently down my cheeks as the understanding hits in sickening waves. The engagement. The shared finances. The legal access. The way he slowly isolated me from certain contacts under the excuse of ‘protecting’ me. It wasn’t love. It was positioning. A sob claws out of my chest before I can stop it. “I slept next to my own executioner,” I choke. Miles’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. “He didn’t expect to fall for you.” I let out a hollow laugh through tears. “That makes it worse.”