Amor Falso Novels & Stories

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

Amor gave a weak smile and narrated; "After I had left, I was able to travel to Italy, where I had met a wealthy man, an investor with lots of bonds and shares and investment in and out of Italy. He was alone, with no wife or children and he was very old too. He was my ticked out of suffering and so I wooed him and somehow made him love me. He then married me. I was comfortable with him and I never minded his old age as long as I had the money, comfort and luxury I so much desires. Then, he died after two years of our marriage and he gave me everything he owned." Amor took a quick paused and then continued, "That was when I wanted to come back, but I was scared, too scared to face you and yo

am. I was hoping he and I will grow old together because we are bff’s but it seems, it will not be the case. I have not even called him or messaged him because I am still angry with him. I know it sounds a bit childish, oh hell, it is childish but what can I do? It hurts here,” she tapped her chest. Fidelo smiled and said the first thing that came to his mind, “You love him”. “But of course,” she countered, she is my best friend.” Not that kind of love,” Fidelo tried to explain. Ami shook her head in denial. “Romantic love?Bleh!'' she shuddered. “Haan cguro!” she spluttered. Fidelo scratched his head not understanding what she just said. “Nevermind,” assured Ami. It doesn’t matter. “Anyway,

Melissa tried to smile and agree not Amar. “Bullshit! It's all lies, right? You guys are cheating, right? Melissa, I tell you that Felix is actually married to Amanda in Indonesia. And she is pregnant. Why can you cheat with him? You are a shameless woman. Don't you have any pride to date someone's husband? " Amar looked at Melissa with a sharp gaze, Felix did not remain silent he hit Amar's face until it bled, then pulled Melissa to leave the food court. "Watch your words!" said Felix to Amar.

"I'm guilty, honey. Forgive me. I have been cheating behind your back. But now I'm sorry. I won't hurt you anymore. Tell the police that I'm innocent, honey. Don't you want to live happily with me? I will grant it. I will rent an apartment for both of us after I propose to you. So please!” Amora jerked Chris' hand in disgust. She even almost wanted to scratch him right now, wounding him so that he could no longer speak. But she remembered something that only Chris and the blonde woman currently knew her in Telores. She couldn't possibly eliminate her last two hopes. But, what should she do to get them to reveal information to her without them knowing that she had lost her memory? "Let me go!

Kent again? “How are you, mi amor?”

" The words slipped out before I could stop them. To my surprise, Liam laughed softly. Not mockingly. Almost as if he appreciated the response. "You're free to decline, Ms. George." "Good." "However, I believe you may regret it." My jaw tightened. There it was, the bait, the mysterious opportunity, the vague promises, and the deliberate curiosity. Whoever this man was, he was very good at his job. Unfortunately for him, I was stubborn. "Then I guess I'll take my chances." Before he could respond, I ended the call.

It purrs like a kitten. “Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.” She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent. “Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.